Not Just The King Of Brooklyn

Chapter 1

I carefully make my way down the stairs, trying not to make any noise. The boys are all asleep and I need to sneak out to meet with Spot. I do this every night, but sometimes I'm unlucky and one of the boys wake up. If it's Jack, Race, or Blink I'm usually okay to go to Brooklyn. But if it's Crutchy, Skittery, or any of the other boys, there's no way in hell I'll be able to leave the lodging house. They'll just go straight to Mush and I'll be in big trouble. Jack, Race, and Blink let me go out at night as long as I'm meeting up with Spot. They know Spot wouldn't let anything hurt me. So far, tonight seems to be one of my easy nights. Once I'm out the front door, I grin and run down the street. Somehow I make it to the Brooklyn bridge without getting tired. I guess I'm just so excited to see Spot that I ran in a way that I didn't get exhausted. My eyes light up and my smile widens when I see Spot waiting in the middle of the Brooklyn bridge, as usual.

"Hey Spot." I greet him. He gives me a tiny smile.

"Hiya Bree. Did ya get any grief from da boys tonight?" Spot asks as we begin to walk towards Brooklyn.

"Nope. Dey slept da entire time." I reply. He nods.

"Dat's good. I's don't like it when ya get trouble cause yoa sneakin' out ta see me." Spot says. I smile up at him.

"I's don't mind. Even though I's get into trouble when Mush gets involved, I's manage ta still come see ya." I point out. Spot chuckles and nods.

"Why don't ya walk ova 'ere wit Race in da mornin'? I's want ta sell papes wit ya. Den Race can pick ya up at da docks ta take ya home." Spot says. I think about it for a second.

"Will I's still come see ya every night?" I ask with a tiny frown. I'm trying hard to not look disappointed. Spot smiles down at me.

"Ya can if ya wanna come see me every night." Spot replies. I lean into him more, relieved that he still wants me to come here every night.

"Ya know I's like spendin' my nights ova 'ere wit ya, Spotty." I say with a bright smile. Spot chuckles.

"I's know ya do. But I's wanna have more time wit ya, dat's all." Spot tells me. I nod.

"I's know Spot, I's know." I reply. We reach the docks and go to Spot's little room that he has on the docks. Since he's the leader, he gets his own place to sleep. He is the King of Brooklyn after all.

"Bree?" Spot asks. I look at him as he sits on the edge of his bed.

"Yeah?" I ask as I sit beside him. He looks me dead in the eye.

"I's was thinkin'...maybe it will make it easier for ya if wes talk ta Mush. He can't tell ya who ya can and can't talk ta. And if he still ain't happy wit it, ya know I's can handle 'im. Besides, I's da King of Brooklyn. He can't say no ta me." Spot says. I sigh.

"Spot, ya know why wes can't. Mush'll make sure I's bein' watched at all times. He'll make sure I's can't see ya. I's can't lose ya, Spot. Yoa my best friend." I reply. Spot nods and glances down at his lap.

"Things will be betta one day, Bree. I swears it." Spot says. I give him a smile.

"Where'd my Spotty go? I's don't know who dis sappy guy is but I's want da King of Brooklyn back." I joke as I poke Spot in the side multiple times. He chuckles and nudges me playfully before giving me his signature smirk. I grin.

"Dere he is! Dat's da Spot I's know!" I exclaim. He rolls his eyes at me.

"Whateva ya say Bree." Spot says. I wrap my arms around his middle and hug him tightly as I rest my head on his shoulder.

"Awe ya know I's care 'bout both Spot's. I's da only one dat sees 'em as da same man and yous know dat." I say. He wraps an arm around me while his other hand rests on the top of his pimp cane.