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      “I BOUGHT THAT FOR YOU,” HE NODS TO   the red velvet box he had left on his bed for her to find. while out he stopped at cartier and picked out a necklace for her. no special occasion or motive--- he just thought she’d look stunning in it. john turns his attention back to the newspaper in his hands. “no mistakes or anything. i meant to leave it for you.” @dcvours​

      “DON’T LOOK BACK. WE’RE LEAVING.”   jesse wasn’t willing to discuss staying any longer for the prick on the floor moaning in pain. if he had it his way he would have put two bullets in his chest and one between the eyes. he made a beeline to the door where his car was parked and ready. for rome, he was ready to be her protector, getaway driver, anything she needed. jesse hated seeing women cry--- but something about rome pulled at the few heartstrings he had. “what do you mean you can’t go home?!” he snapped. “you can’t stay here!”

      “AH, YOU KNOW. ANOTHER GREAT SHOW,   the fans were electric, the vibes were strong. all that good shit.” russell shrugged it off. “now, are you comin’ to the party or what?” 

      JESSE HESITATES TO JOKE BACK AND ADD   on that he never had a curfew, but that didn’t sound appropriate. growing up with flaky parents and then running away at sixteen meant he never had rules to follow. jesse was a self made man... marley knew this. “i’ll get her whatever she wants.” i’ll give you whatever you want, he thinks. he laughed. “yeah i don’t think i was blessed with handyman skills like that.” there’s a genuine smile there. “don’t think i should be the one building something our daughter plays on.” shit. was it okay to claim daisy as his own? even after never being there for her? 

     “LIKE HELL THAT’S NOTHING.”    he nods down to the mark that looked like the ghost of fingers curled around her wrist. it was just starting to heal, but it was still fresh, he knew that much. jesse had seen too much bruised skin in his lifetime to spot something new. “yeah but i’ve never laid a hand on you,” the arms dealer snaps back. “now who the fuck did this?”

    RUSSELL RAN HIS HANDS OVER HIS FACE and let out an annoyed groan.  he was completely exhausted by this conversation. after tonight’s shit show concert, he wanted to smoke a joint and go to bed. he wasn’t even in the mood to party. “look, can we skip the vibe and go straight to us laughing about this?”

      “YOU GO NEAR HER AGAIN AND I’M   putting you six feet under.” jesse punctuated his sentence with a final blow. a boot clad foot collided the man’s side. there was no sympathy in his eyes as he watched them wither in pain. jesse liked watching him suffer. he turned away from the man and stormed away towards the woman. “c’mon--- i’m taking you home.”