Brooklyn, Baby | Spot Conlon ²

Chp. 30: Battle of the Newsies

"A night with her," He grins maliciously.

"Never--" Spot growls.

"Fine," She says at the same time.

"Are you fucking crazy?" Spot looks at her.

"Kenny, no--" Race starts.

"We don't have a choice. If you let Jack go," She says. "Then fine," 

"Excellent," 

"Kenny, you don't have to do this, we'll find a way--" 

"Will we?" She simply says. She looks at Spot intensely, and he tries to decode the message behind it. 

"Get the hell out of here," Skiddy says to Race and Spot. 

They reluctantly walk out, watching Kenny disappear behind curtains. 

As soon as Kenny enters the room she knows is Skiddy's, he pushes her against the wall. 

"Finally," He says. "After years, you're mine," 

"I'll never be yours," She says as he roughly kisses her neck. 

"No," He laughs. "You see, it's a direct hit ta the ego," 

She furrows her eyebrows. 

"To take what is Spot's," He growls. 

"Skiddy, you don't have to do this." She desperately says. "You aren't like this, this isn't my best friend." 

"He's long gone," 

"He doesn't have to be."

Skiddy pulls back, and sits on the bed with his head buried in his hands. 

"Why'd ya do this, huh!? Get revenge on Conlon for ditchin' you? Or did ya just miss me too much--"

"Family is the most important thing to me." She states. "You have nothing to do with it." 

"How could you get back with him, Kenny?! He fuckin' left you! I knew you'd take him back when he just couldn't stay away." He laughs humorlessly. "Kendall Sullivan and Spot Conlon, Romeo and Juliet, destined in the fucking stars since the beginning." 

"Wait," She frowns. "You knew he wasn't dead?" 

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Spot kicks a can over in anger. 

"Alright, calm down, Prince Charming." Race groans in frustration. 

"How can I when that fuckin' asshole is in there--"

"Kenny knows what she's doing," 

"Because that makes me feel better?! Thanks, Race." 

"No, you know what I mea--Spot, he's taking her." 

"What the fuck do you mean he's 'taking her'?" He sighs in exasperation. 

"You know exactly what I mean by it." 

Spot raises his eyebrows. "She's a--" 

"Of course she is." Race rolls his eyes. 

"Her and Eric never--" 

"That would be highly inappropriate." 

"Okay, Racetrack Higgins." He says sarcastically. Then, he is suddenly enraged. "We gotta get her!" 

"Got a plan, genius? We can't take on all those henchmen," 

"No, not alone. But I know who can,"