Disclaimer: no matter how much I love Four Brothers...I don't own it.
Author's Note: This story starts after the movie ends. There is a slight variation of the plot that I made though. In this case, Jack didn't die. He was just severely wounded. He almost died.
I was terrified as the taxi stopped in the front of the house. What would I say to her? What could I say to her? I had never met the woman! She didn't know I existed! I took a deep, shuddering breath and opened the cab door. The driver helped me get my bags out of the trunk and I payed him before he drove away. I grabbed my bags firmly and started marching up to the house. I heard a car pull into a driveway nearby. I walked to the side of the house to see men getting out of a minivan.
There were two black guys on the side closest to me and a white guy coming around to their side. "You gonna help me with him Bobby?" The bald black guy demanded gesturing into the van. With that movement, I saw a fourth man, also white and probably the youngest of the four.
"Yeah Bobby, help Angel," the young one ordered as Angel began helping him move forward.
"Alright, alright. Why don't you put your arm around my shoulder fairy?" Bobby suggested grabbing the young man's arm.
"Um...E-excuse me!" I called as loudly as I dared, moving towards them slowly. The men looked up at me abruptly, uncertain of how to react to my presence. "I'm...I'm looking for Evelyn Mercer. I really need to talk to her."
"Why don't you come inside kid," the other black man suggested, coming over and helping me with my bags. Inside, it felt warm, like a real home. I liked it. It made me feel safe.
"Yo! La vida loca!" Bobby called. A Latino woman came out of the kitchen glaring at him. "Why don't you make some hot cocoa? We got us a guest."
"Oh," the woman muttered softly. "Why didn't you just say that Bobby?" She growled smacking his arm before going back into the kitchen.
"Take a seat," Bobby ordered as he and Angel sat the young man in an over-sized armchair. Angel and the other black man took seats while Bobby chose to stand. "Why are you looking for Evelyn Mercer?"
"Um...well...you see...I-I really need to talk to her." I tried to stress my point.
"Well you can't," The youngest stated bluntly.
"Why not?" The very thought terrified me. I had to talk to Evelyn Mercer. I had to make her understand.
"Ma died not too long ago," Bobby explained softly.
"NO!" I cried involuntarily before I fell down crying. The four men stared at me in shock, uncertain of what to do.
The woman came running out of the kitchen. "Ai!" She cried and knelt down swiftly beside me. "Don't cry baby." Then she turned to the four men and hissed, "What did you do?"
"Told her the truth," Bobby said uncertainly.
"It can't be true," I begged. If it was true, then I was alone, helpless, and hopeless.
"What did you want to tell her?" The second black man asked gently.
"I had to talk to her. I h-had to tell her...make her understand. Even if she is mean, she'd understand."
"Who said Ma was mean?" Angel demanded angrily.
"My mom," I told him honestly. "My mom said that: any woman who could give up their baby for no reason was evil."
"What do you mean?" The boys asked hesitantly.
"My mother is...was Carrie Peters. Forty years ago, Evelyn Mercer gave birth to her and then...just gave her up."
"Ma would never do that!" Bobby shouted making me cower away from him. "So why don't you tell us who the hell you really are, who the fuck sent you, and why you're here?" Bobby yelled grabbing me by my shirt.
My mind was filled with terror as I tried to shrink away, my eyes closed and my body stiff. "Please don't hurt me..." I begged softly. My voice wavered uncontrollably. Tears squeezed out from behind my closed eyelids.
"Bobby..." the young man's voice was soft and Bobby instantly dropped me. I fell onto my knees and curled up into a ball, praying that no one could see me. I wanted nothing more than to be nonexistent and invisible.
Bobby sighed. "Sorry kid," he muttered and touched my shoulder. I yelped sharply and pulled away from him.
"Always such a fucking hothead," one of the men growled.
"You're such an idiosa Bobby!" the woman spat.
"Control your girlfriend Angel!" Bobby barked the order. "What are you doing Jack?" Bobby demanded.
Two strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me into a tight embrace. "Please..." I begged softly, the tears falling harder now. I had begun to shake uncontrollably, afraid of what would happen to me now.
The arms didn't let me go. They held me tighter and moved me so that I was held against a man's chest like a little baby. "Bobby won't hurt you," he promised. "None of us will. We might tease you relentlessly, but we won't hurt you. You're a Mercer now baby girl."
"We believe her?" Angel asked Bobby and the other black man under his breath.
"Yeah," Bobby muttered half-annoyed. "We believe her little brother."