What I Needed

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Chapter 29 ~ It's Over

Jakobe’s P.O.V.

*** Trigger warning, explanation at the end of the chapter. ***

Deon was an idiot, why am I the only one in this shithole that fucken thinks? Okay, thinks when I’m not around Priya, oh my Priya. Did I just fucken swoon? Jesus, I need to man up.

Nevaeh had been gone for two weeks and he was in the foulest mood, the club whores had heard everything he said and their eyes lit up and the circled like moths to a flame, all trying to tie down the Prez but luckily he wasn’t having a bar of it. There had been Mafia movement this week and a bunch of us were assigned to Kitty and Leighton duty. Priya hated the restriction but we needed to keep her safe, keep them all safe.

Black, unmarked SVU’s had been tailing our convoys, Prez had issued lock down on the club, brought in the boy’s families and the Old Ladies and everyone was becoming restless and anxious by the congested proximity. We had caught some low level fuckers at the high school but before we disposed of them, we found them with note pads, writing down times, dates and locations on every member. Dumbasses thought they could get the jump on us, no, no.

They were scouting our movements, that Frazier Saltora will die by my hands, I swore that oath the night I found out who was hunting my girl.

“Prez?” I walked into his room, empty bottles littered the floor and I found him curled up and shirtless next to picture of him and his little angel, shit, this was worse than I realised. “Prez, wake up.”

“Fuck off Trigger,” he groaned huskily.

“Man, get dressed, I called Gathering, another bunch of Saltora’s blokes have been sighted on our way home, we need to discuss our plans.”

“Fuck, I’m coming.”

He removed himself from the bed just as Aja walked in; she was still not talking to him and hadn’t been for two weeks, I knew she was hoping Nevaeh would be her daughter in law but he blew it. I looked at her sympathetically, she just shook her head and started to tidy up his room, collecting the bottles of destructive pain and throwing them in the bin. His light was gone and now, so was his reason to live. Fuck you Love.



After hours of discussion, we had our plan set, it was going to take all of us, but until it was time, we decided to operate as normal as possible. A run was scheduled because we needed to stockpile our weapons. Boomer walked into the food hall dressed in a tailored suit,

“Boomer? You look amazing,” Ovella commented with a smile, gaining everyone’s attention.

A smirk graced his lips, “Thanks Vell, I’m seeing a broad before we hit the road.”

“Anyone we know?” Priya prodded.

“Hopefully you will.”

His smile was as wide as the Atlantic Ocean and the giddiness dripping from him made me think this could be another ‘take down’ of our crumbling order. So far, all of us were shacking up with women, left right and centre, only, as I looked over at Deon tucked away in the corner, I could see the hurt written all over his face. The man was shit at flirting, shit at his relationship and now because he was an idiot and didn’t know, what he shouldn’t have said, had lost his light. I think watching Boomer so excited, he mourned for his woman, hell let’s face it, he mourned for her anyway.

I need to deal with this Mafia problem and then I’ll fix him.

Priya hated Prez’ guts for hurting her friend but what could I do? Leighton and Kitty were on the rocks too, every time I asked him he would just shrink away or change subjects, I had to find out what was going on there first, before I left town. They had not been close for two weeks and they were barely talking to each other, so, I headed to his room, knocking on the door before entering.

“Mate, there’s grub, you hungry?”

He lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling, “no thanks dad.”

I pulled out his desk chair and sat down, “you okay? You and Kitty? You guys broken up or something?”

“I don’t know.” Usually, I would let him sort himself out, he was a decent man and had a good head on his shoulders, he knew he could come to me but for some reason he wasn’t and he’d been given enough time to deal with it on his own, now was my time to intervene.

“What do you mean mate?”

He sighed so loud, “Dad, I’ve fucked up, big time.”

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that mate.” Shit, it must be really bad if it has him this worked up. “Did you fuck someone else?”

He laughed and looked up at me incredulously, “I wish it was that simple.”

His reply had my whole body heightened and alert, “Fuck boy, what is going on?”

“Kitty’s preggers and it’s mine.”

I blew out a large breath causing a hiss between my teeth, “what are you going to do?”

“She wants to tell Aja, tonight.”

“And?” Any father would agree, this was the one situation you didn’t want your sixteen year old dealing with but hell, even I had been through it.

“She wants to abort.”

“How does that make you feel?”

“I don’t know dad, you went through it, tell me… was I worth it?”

“Fuck son, of course you were worth it. But just because you were worth it doesn’t mean it was easy. I love you mate so I’m not going to lie; it was HARD, like bull shit hard. I don’t regret you but kids having kids in not a future you need. If I had a choice, I would abort; I would save that shit for when I grew up, like now, now I’m ready, financially and emotionally. Back then, I dealt with issues way beyond my comprehension, stuff that adults should be dealing with, thrown out of the house, nowhere to go, being forced to steal just to provide for you and your mum, living on the streets next to crazy people and that’s just the things I’m willing to share with you, the rest of it is horrifying. You two should be finishing high school, not raising a baby, living life, hanging with your friends. A baby is a full time commitment, you need to be there with no sleep, no money, no social life and if I remember correctly, me being fucken terrified all the time.”

“Would you hate me if I agreed to her abortion?” It was hard to see my son, identical to me, with his black hair, now reaching his shoulders and his chocolate brown eyes, in so much turbulence.

“I could never hate you mate, I love the shit out of you, but you guys need to do what’s right for the both of you and not what you think society wants you to do. There’s a lot of folks that won’t agree with your decision but mate, you can’t even wash ya socks, how can you look after a child that relies on you for EVERYTHING.” I emphasised so he would understand the reliability an infant needs.

I moved closer to him on his bed, “she wants to book the appointment tomorrow.”

“If that’s what you want then I will support you both, but please, ask her to wait two days, I’ll be back by then and we can deal with this together. I want to be there for you when you need me the most, right now, we need to get those guns back here, those Mafia bastards are getting ready to attack and I need to be able to protect both you and Priya.”

“Thanks dad, you have no idea how much that means.”

“Shit Kid, why you gotta be so much like your old man, huh?”



We had been gone for almost two full days, thankfully, nothing had happened while we were away and tomorrow morning at eight, Priya and I will be driving Kitty and Leighton to the abortion clinic, the next town over.

Deon, I thought was going to stab my son, but instead he and Aja surprised me, stating that it was the best option for them both. My son was broken though, not completely but definitely cracked, he was faced with a grown up decision and I felt awful for him, but he done it to himself through both him and Kitty’s reckless behaviour. Lust, that shit will fuck you up.

Kitty and him could not have been further apart emotionally, now was the time they needed each other but they were both hurting. She felt rejection from him, he had reacted to badly when he found out and threw her out of his room, to say I was pissed when I found out that information was a gross understatement. He defended himself and said he got scared and was in shock and didn’t know how to handle it, I think deep down, they are both terrified little kids.



We arrived at the clinic with a distraught Leighton and a devastated Kitty. After filling out mountains of paper work, the nurse called Kitty’s name and her and Leighton stood, “No Leighton, I want Priya.”

“But we should do this together, you’re my girlfriend.” He was holding his ground, I was proud of him even though he looked like he would break down at any second.

“No, I’m not, not anymore. The end of us was the day you threw me out of your room when I needed you the most, it’s over and I don’t want you in that room with me.” Priya and I looked on in horror. Aja had tried to come but kitty refused and now we were dealing with this whole thing alone.

Priya ran her hand across his arm and mouthed, ‘I’m sorry’ before following her through the automatic doors. Leighton fell to his knees as sobs ripped from his throat and he cried on the cold Laminate floors. I collected my six foot, sixteen year old son off the ground and held him in my arms. No father should ever have to go through that, watching your already shattered child being kicked apart from the inside out, it was savage.

Leighton and I waited outside the clinic until almost four in the afternoon, when finally, they exited and were heading for the car. Kitty had he arms clamped tightly around her body, her head flopped forward and droplets still escaping her eyes as she dragged her converse clad feet. Priya walked silently beside her, though she was paler than normal with red eyes, she looked like she had been crying too.

None of us said anything, Priya slipped into the back with Kitty, her arm protectively over the destroyed overall wearing girl as she curled up into a ball, her head on resting against my woman’s knee as she closed her eyes. Leighton sat beside me lost in his head; gnawing at his knuckles, I caught Priya’s eyes in the revision mirror; her fraught look of what she had witnessed evident in her eyes. I tried a small, reassuring smile but she couldn’t even muster as slight curl at the ends of her mouth, instead she turned her head focusing out the window, at the passing scenery.

Aja was waiting in her child’s room when we got back, Kitty slipped into the door but Leighton’s hand stopped it from closing, “Kitty?” her name cracked as it fell from his mouth, “please” he begged.

“Don’t,” Her small voice was strong but quiet, “don’t ever speak to me again, don’t look at me, don’t text me, don’t sit next to me and definitely don’t sit outside my door.”

You could hear her loud sobs coming from inside her room as Leighton’s shoulders fell and he dragged himself to his room. I looked around to see Priya darting off, guess she was retreating too; I followed my son into his room, kicking off my shoes and lying down next to him on his bed.

“Dad, why are you in here?” he looked up at me with watery eyes.

“I told you, I love you and you need me, now, let’s order some food and watch a movie, ah?”

“Dad, I need…”

I cut him off, “food and a movie.”

That night I stayed with my son, watching him and holding him as he cried, listening to his pain collapsed my soul. I got a front row seat as the weight of his life’s decision demolished him entirely, the hurt made worse by the loss of his first love, Kitty.

Priya understood where I needed to be and I was grateful, she texted back saying she was tired and that she was sorry Leighton had to go through this. She said that what she saw was enough to knock her out for hours and she will be in our room when I needed her but she also asked for a blunt, which I was surprised at considering she doesn’t smoke weed, but stated she needed a ‘calm’ and since I was occupied, that was the next best thing.

This whole situation was fucked up, it’s like life looks at you and says, you’re deliriously happy, let me throw some crippling shit in your direction to really fuck you up the arse. As if we hadn’t been through enough in all of our lives? The last thing we needed was this right now, but hey, life doesn’t care. They had made the best decision for the both of them and now they have to deal with the fall out, it was not an easy choice to make either, Priya said the guilt of it all was eating Kitty alive and that was before we had even left for the clinic, now, I can only imagine how she’s tearing herself apart.

Tomorrow he can pick himself up and begin his repair, but tonight, tonight he can be my little boy who I love more than the galaxy, nestled in my arms as if he were five years old again.

A/N: While I understand everyone does not agree with their choice, I’d like you to take five minutes and remember, THIS IS A STORY. Yes, these things happen in real life, but, THIS IS NOT REAL LIFE, THIS IS FICTION. Trust me, there is a very good reason why this is in here.

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