Detective McDougal! Part Ventidue

Detective McDougal! Part Ventidue

Jerry is passed out and taken into a world with distorted memories and dreams that come together. Sounds of agony crosses his lips. Around the glowing marks the water was already gone made room for a drop of sweat. 

Susan doesn’t think twice and holds her hand against the part of the skin where the bullet went right through. Sitting over him she looks and can see his pain formed in the wrinkles on his head. In the air between the hands and back small sparks connect the two together and she start a chant. Her mind is clouded and not before long she can see what Jerry is seeing. 

His dream, his distorted memory. The moment he got pierced as he was trying to turn away. The very same reason the bullet went through his heart and out at the back of his spine. But now it was not a bullet. It was a golden spear held by her sister. She been there before at that very moment in her own apartment. She watched him fall down infront of her feet, leaving stains of blood n the dress she was wearing. 

The expression on her face changes as she sees something she never knew he would have seen. Could it be h forgot that memory, will he think this is all a dream. The bolt of lightning Susan discharged at her sister who escaped due to a jump behind the piano and the run for the door. She wasn’t meant to but her anger took a different form that very moment. Does he know? She closes her eyes even more straining her self to see a it further into his mind. He wasn’t dead yet, he knows. 

He seen her change just the same. How her face showed pure rage and hairs turned grey. And only just before calming down turning back to her natural colour. Tears roll across her cheeks and fall onto his face. His eyes staring up. But in his mind it is mistaken by rain on a dark night. Her face blurred to him like a silvery moon. 

All his memories are of ancient times mixed with what happened not so long ago. 

The connection is abruptly broken due to a phone that rings beside their bed. With a little dizziness she picks up the phone and hears Pingui on the other side. 

-“I know it is kinda early but like could you be ready in an hour, My girly wants you to come over and make Jerry bear breakfast.” 

Susan pulls her self together and traces the wounds and the marks. “Is it that time already, I am sorry Pingui. Just waking up here. Yeah sure we be ready.” 

-“Oh Susan right. I thought…. never mind it is okay, Jerry knows the place. See you than.’ 

With a deep sigh of exhaustion she rests her body against jerry, who is also has his eyes opened. 

“Good morning, Susan. Who was that on the phone?” Jerry smiles her jealous look as she tried tot ell him who phoned them up. 

-“It was Pingui she invited us over to her friends place for some breakfast. In an hour.” 

“Is it that time already.. All I remember was having a shower and you showing up. How did I end up in bed?” 

 

Detective McDougal! Part Ventuno

Detective McDougal! Part Venuno

With a pain in her hand and wrist Lady Spavento reached her bedroom and dropped her body right on to it. Tears staining her cheeks and pillow. The tough syndicate empress is being a woman in the shadows of her existence. A shadow of power and money the rules and laws of this town created by her ancestors.How ignorant the city and its people live,not to knw what goes onbehind the scenes.

At the same time on the other side of town Jerry McDougal was having a shower at the hotel. Leaning his head to the wall he lets the water rush over his back. steam fills up the small room and hide the fact his client, he lady he secretly had fallen in love with was tip toeing into the mist. With the door slowly opened and the hand reaches to the hosed down body. The scar is clearly visible. Left of his spine surrounded by strange markings.

The slender fingers trace around the ridged and uneven skin. His head turns and grab hold of the writs with a tight lock.

“Auw you are hurting me!”

-”I am sorry, I was just taken over by thought. I can’t even really seem to recall what all this started. By the way what are you doing up. I thought you was sleeping?” Jerry’s hand follows the scar on his chest right on top where his heart should be. “I guess I was lucky to have you take such great care of me and even save my life. It still aches on moments trouble start.”

Susan Leans in and presses her hand on his and let the fingers slip in between. A cheek uses them as a pillow.

“You don’t need to tell me Jerry. Just stay with me. Let me stay with you, I… I want to.”

Her eyes light up when she said those words. “And Pengui was right. I was a little jealous. I do want you Jerry. It is why I saved you. Ever since the first day I knew…”

-”Even when you knew I was a cop, That is what it means right. You knew… And now I am doing a lousy job protecting you.”

Susan grabs on tighter and presses her body against his. Lips kissing the chest.

Suddenly Jerry starts to shake. He throws of susan and bends over grinding his teeth. His head filled with memories of ancient times mixed with the shooting that almost killed.

A woman dressed in an dark armour and a golden spear piercing his chest. A scream coming from Susan in her evening dress from that fatal night.

Susan helps jerry up and leads him to the bedroom, trying to avoid the clothes she dropped on her way to the bathroom. She can’t afford to trip and have him hurt him even more.
As she reaches the bed he lets him fall onto it.

She can see the marks on his back have started to glow again.

Detective McDougal! Part Venti.

Detective McDougal! Part Venti.

“I…, I know of the laws and rules Lady Spavento.”  Don Granducino’s voice is trembling knowing full well he will get killed if he was caught with a lie. And his mind is going over the fact what might happen if the truth does not suit her needs. It creates this tremendous pressure on him, that even got him to stutter again, like when he was a teenager. “Of course Lady Spavento I mean not to offend you, but I may have thought that you wanted to do things differently. I had the idea to merge our familia as one and let you sit on the throne. After having lost some places I know that with the cooperation of some dons I could be the second biggest again.” 

Don Granducino stands up ad walks over to the fire place throwing in a piece of paper. “there is no need to use this as I am sure you could see through a lie.” His strides one of stature this time, when he reaches back behind his son. His solid large hand leaning on the shoulders of the young man. “Let’s cut the bull shit Lady Spavento, I know full well you wanted the power and pretty sure you still want it. So marry this man, my son and rule with the iron fist and change the syndicate as you please.” 

-“You are pretty full of yourself, aren’t you Granducino? To think you can walk in here and accuse me of this treachery against my father. Think this is why you want me to marry your son, to be the biggest again, almost biggest. What did you promise the Dons. A seat at my table? A piece at your table after you killed me and your son becomes the head?” 

“No of course not Lady Spavento. I would never do that as your familia has proven to be running things smoothly. Rules and laws were made so that everything would….” His easy going smile turned flat again as he sees Lady Spavento get out of he chair. His hands dig into the jacket of his son as he repeats his words “Rules and laws were made…” 

-“I got you the first time. Maledizione! Get out! Start moving….”Her eyes are fierce, squinted so much, they pull down her eyebrows and wrinkle her forehead. Her finger pointing at the door. 

“Signora, please think it over. It is a reasonable…” 

-“Did I not tell you to get out. Leave me…”. 

Lady Spavento stampedes out the room with heavy steps as if to try to punch the marble floors with her heels. Her hair floats in the air from the speed with which she moves. Leaving Don Granducino and his son behind with hanging heads. She know he was right, after all this is what she wanted, but she can’t let him think he was right. Let him win this. It has to be on her terms she will decide what is best for the syndicate. Not some low life don, who wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her familia and the syndicate they created. 

No she to will reign with iron fist and whip those who need a whipping. It will go as she wants it to go. And as soon as he thought that and reach her bedroom she slammed her hand into the door with full force. Backed by anger and sadness her sister is not there as she planned it in the first place. 

Detective McDougal! Part Diciannove.

McDougal Part Diciannove 

“Damn you Adino, You need to shut your mouth when I am talking….” Even his words are engraved with anger and disappointment, yet changes ever so quickly as he focusses back on Lady Spavento. “I am terribly sorry for this out rage and him speaking before his turn.  do try to raise a fine young man here, it is just that he is not always compliant, just like his mother, God have her soul ” 

The room is filled with only the sound of some ice rolling in the glass of Lady Spavento as she empties it in one gulp. taking a deep breath soon after before looking at the two man. the young men with welled up tears almost being to heavy for his eyelashes and ready for the long drop dwn. His glass held against the slapped part of his face. Trembling lips eager t speak up but to scared to get a slap on the other cheek. 

His mind must be wondering why he deserved this, why his father would even hit him at this age and for what reason. He is old enough for sure to make his own decisions. So what devious back stabbing plan must his dad have hidden behind this proposal. Bold as t may be to ask her hand when she is set up to be married to another familia. Okay his clan was second largest when her daddy held his rains over the syndicate. 

Now she has taken control and wanting to do things differently. She does not want to be the woman baring child and have her soon to be husband in her stet move the pawns around. She has different plans on how to run a syndicate and create offspring.  

Her eyes graces over the two men again, keeping them locked on Don Granducino as last. 

“And what did you had in mind Granducino, you know the rules and laws of the syndicate. What makes you think I would change and marry your son?  

-“Lady Spavento… I am sorry but..” 

“SILENCE… I never asked you anything. Be quiet or have my hand burn on the other cheek.” 

 Adino choked in his words hearing her words spawn from her lips and could feel her intent from the eerie chill that ran up his spine. It was not just bluff, she was actually ready to do as she mentioned. 

“See Adino I told…” 

-“And you Granducino should you not be answering my question. I can deal with your son just as good as you can. SO speak up you fat pig. And stop wasting my time.” 

Even the Don was silence by her overwhelming voice. Not screaming but with power and a possessive sound to it. From where they sat she grew in her seat looking down on the two men. Drops of sweat were swept away by his handkerchief. After every wipe his face turned a brighter red while his son looks down and squeezing his trousers in  a panic, turning his knuckles white. 

Detective McDougal! Part Diciotto.

Welcome back to a new and small chapter in the McDougal story. It feels amazing to just sit down and let the words flow again on  a story I am brewing up. Not sure what I will be doing tomorrow, so you ould have to come back and see for yourself what i have been up to. Just hope you will enjoy the read.

Detective McDougal! Part Diciotto, 

“My dearest Lady Spavento I would never make fun of you. I am only here to make a proposition that is all. And why don’t you say hi, Adino? It is rude not to welcome a lady.”

-“He… hello Lady Spavento. My name is Adino Granducino, it is a pleasure to meet you.” The young man bows gracefully, keeping his eyes down to his toes. His hands clasping on to the side of his grease pressed pants.

“You have to pardon my….”

-“Shut up Don Granducino. I get it he is your son. Guess you had to drag him over here… I bit you welcome to the House of Spavento, Mr. Granducino.” Diane stretches out her hand before the young man.

He pushes up his hand against the pal of Misses Spavento and steps in to kiss the family seal ring on her finger.  “It is my pleasure Lady Spavento.

“So now what proposition did you had to offer me Don Granducino. Have to at least say your son is nothing like you, must be having mothers looks. Have a seat…” She turns her head to the door where a someone is standing awaiting orders. “Kevin, get us some drinks and leave us. I will indulge this man with an audience and listen to his proposal.”

Glasses cling and the fluids pour richly down into them. Cubes of ice drift in the golden brown liquid. They make a nice sound as they hit the side of the glass that is getting covered with drops of water. One by one the glasses are being put n front of those in a deep conversation. Kevin puts down a paper napkin and the glass on top. His stride I slow and up straight after he is waved away by the lady of the house.

“Now then. To what do I owe this pleasure Don Granducino. Speak up. You here to gloat  can’t get my sister to join our organization? What is that you want, More power?”

-“By all means I am sorry to hear you still have not been able to regain hold of your sister. And in a way she is part of the proposal. know It sounded like I was making fun of that fact but I meant to ask you to join up with my son here. Getting married and ensure a strong syndicate with our two families united.”

“Papa what are you saying that… that… you could have warned me… And… and I am seeing someone.”

-“Silence Adino. We need to be strong and hold together the Famila any way we can. I made up my mind to ask. And who is this gil you speak of? Why did I never hear of her before?”

“Because Papa, I knew how you would react. It is because of this right here. Lady Spavento I am…”

A hand rushes over across the face of Adino, leaving a red hand mark on his cheek. His father is a furious red, and looks with fierce eyes at his own son. Even Lady Spavento had a little shock go up her spine, freezing her in her comfortable chair. Her knuckles turning back to a normal colour releasing her grip on the glass.