Spot Conlon x Reader | The Queen Of Queens

Princess Of Queens

Running into an alleyway, I see the body of a small boy lying in a pool of a dark liquid. I walk over to him, seeing Benny's beaten in face, with a knife in his chest. I know not to take the knife out, that would only make it worse. But I also know that he won't live, no matter how hard I try to keep him alive. All the other boys clear out, knowing not to get in my way.

"Benny!" I yell, getting on my knees near his face. I see his eyes open, with very little life left in them.

"Unda... There you are..." He says, his voice so hoarsely that I can barely understand what he's saying.

"No, it's Y/n. Please, what can I do?" I ask, setting my shaky hand into his cheek, which makes him smile.

"Y/n, you said dat you'd help me get a newsie nickname... Could you give me one now?" He asks, I nod, trying to think of the best name to give him.

"Do you like da name 'Dough'? Like donut, but also like money? Ise sorry it's bad, but it's da only thing I can think of," I say, his face lights up.

"I love the name Dough... Donuts is my favorite food... And I made a lotta money... Thank you, Y/n... I love y..." He doesn't get to finish the sentence before I watch the little life he had drain from his eyes. I let out a cry of pain. I'd seen a boy die before, but this time it's worse. The other boy had died from drinking too much alcohol, I was the one who found him, and I made sure that no one else could.

I walk from around the corner and see one of by boys keeping watch, and from the look on his face, he saw the scene. I hide my tears, knowing that he knows how much I was crying but I don't care.

"Pitter, make sure he gets a proppa burial. Make sure dat he gets a gravestone and ev'rythin'. For a kid named Benny 'Dough'. Make sure it says dis, 'Pure of heart, and yet da woild mistreated 'im'," I say with a voice so strong, yet so broken, everyone in a 20 mile radius knows not to fuck with me. He nods and I take off to the House of the Kings to see the boys again.

As I arrive, I see Davey, Jack and Spot standing there, and they look frustrated. 

"Where was ya? We was waitin' for like, ten minutes!" Jack yells, I look him in his eyes, which lets him know not to speak again.

"One of me boys is dead. He was seven. Just joined today, I promised dat I'd buy him donuts afta he'd sell his papes, but I had to have dis meetin'. The poor boy got stabbed in an alleyway. I shoulda been dere tah help 'im. Now he's gone," I say, trying to keep my composure. Spot puts a hand on my shoulder.

"I get it, I do. Ise so sorry ya had to go through dat," he says. I appreciate the kindness, but I'm not allowed to, so I shrug his hand away.

"Don't even try tah patronize me. Almost all your boys is ovah da age of thirteen, and those who are younga haven't died. You don't get what this is like. Now get out. All of you," I say, anger in each word. They all leave, except for Davey.

"Aren't you gonna come see your family?" Davey asks, I scoff and turn away.

"Can't you see? This is my fam'ly. I have to make sure dat these boys stay safe, unlike Benny. We take care of eachudda, and the younga boys can't take care of demselves, so I have tah do dat," I say, looking out of my window and at a few of my boys on the streets. I hear him closing the door and walking out, but I stop him. "Davey, could you do me a favor?" 

"Depends. What do you want me to do?" He asks. I take a deep breath. It hurts me to ask this.

"Can-... Can ya not tell them where I am, da family, I mean. I miss them to bits, be sure tah tell them dat. But I know that they'd freak out and come lookin' for me, and I can't have it. Please, I'm sorry, I wish I could, but I can't risk my fam'ly seein' me," I say, feeling the tears forming in my eyes. Out the window, I see Jack looking up at me, staring at my teary face.