velli's storage

[jacob w.c.]

when jacob decided to leave:

How many attempts would there be? Not just to get back at his life but to destory those around him? The fire had been months ago and his Ma had disappeared from her home only to show up dead a few days later. He wasn't stupid. He knew they were trying to draw him out and his Babbo told him to lay low, that they'd forget and then he could travel home with Jersey. They'd both move to New York under his protection and then they'd be safe to live their lives however they'd like. But then Jacob saw them. He wasn't sure what snapped inside him but he saw a man creeping towards Jersey. He didn't think for a moment before grabbing him and dragging him around the corner. They hadn't seen him in months. They didn't know how big the wolf dog had become and they were only prepared to take out a cat, not a nearly full grown wolf dog. He slammed the feline to the ground and snarled. "You wanna' kill me? Ya' wanna' get back at my Babbo? Go ahead. Stab me right now. Ya' could, ya' know. You're close enough. Kill me but leave the rest ah' 'em out ah' it." The feline trembled beneath him. "I know ya' took my Ma n' my Pa. If you touch anyone else, I will find you and I will gut you from the inside out. Ya' don' think I 'aven't seen my Babbo do it? Ya' don' think I know how? You won't be runnin' from Vito anymore, you'll be runnin' from me 'cause I ain't gonna' let anyone touch my family again. You got a problem with me, you deal with me. I will bring Hell on you and I will be sure that you burn in the flames before you go." The words were filled with hatred, more hatred than he even knew he had. Then he saw the terror. He wasn't sure what happened but he was suddenly aware of what he was doing, of what he threatened. The wrost part was none of it had been a lie. He wanted to kill the feline that trembled before him in the worst way he could imagine. He wanted these people to suffer like he did. But he couldn't. He remembered his books and his Ma and he couldn't. All the promises he'd made to himself couldn't be broken for someone like this. "Get out. Let 'em know if they come back you'll get more than some scratches," he snapped the words but he was already starting to shake as the man ran off.

He never told Jersey about that day. He just said there was danger and they needed to go. There'd never been anymore discussion and they'd left. What he'd never said was he was more terrified of his response than the attacks themselves. He'd worked so hard to be what he wanted to be. He'd done everything in his power not to be like the rest of them but here he was, making threats. No matter what the purpose, he couldn't justify the anger and hatred that'd spewed from him that day. He tucked that day away in his memories, only reserved for late nights when he was alone. He knew that was what he could become and he was terrified it'd reappear. He moved as much for other's safety as for his own.