Desires Of The Unknown

“I killed your brother,” I said, cutting into the enchilada.
“Someone was bound to,” he muttered.
“Oh, and Johnathan, if anyone asks your name, it’s Johnathan Morley. If you say O’Riley, you will be moved. You get one chance, after that, you are either on the street, or dead, got it?”
He nodded, looking scared.
“Are you always so blunt?” Valentine asked.
“Yes.” I took a bite of the enchilada. “I see no point of coddling. It pisses me off.”
“It’s true. I saw a village slaughtered and she told me to grow some balls because I could have stopped it,” Carlos said.
“You weren’t loved as a child, were you?”
I tightened my grip on the fork, straining not to throw it at him. I quickly got up, ignoring the dizziness and marching out of the kitchen, forgetting my empty stomach and the wound I had gotten less than an hour before.
I went straight up the stairs, needing to see the kids who, after everything I do, make this all worthwhile. I heard a squeal and Stephanie and Sierra crashed into my legs. I chuckled at the two five year olds.
“Hey ladies, are you excited about starting school tomorrow?”
“Yeah.”
“Mommy,” Terence squeaked from Lindsey’s arms.
I took him from Lindsey and kissed his cheek. I couldn’t help but smile at him. I looked at Lindsey. “Are you ready?”
She nodded. “My stuff is in the car. I’ve rechecked my bank account twice. I’ve scheduled interviews at places that aren’t for movies. And if you ever hear about me being a,” she stopped, looking at the kids. “Not so kid friendly film, you’ll kill me.”
I smiled and nodded towards the stairs. “Go on, don’t forget us. I’ll call you in a year to see how you’re doing.”
She nodded and kissed my cheek. The five other kids ran after her to say good bye. I carried Terence down the stairs. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and waved with his other hand. Carlos came and put a comforting arm around me. I was sad to see her go, but I wasn’t going to show it.
“Say bye-bye,” I whispered to Terence.
“Bye-bye,” he said in a small voice.
I smiled down at him and kissed his light brown hair that he got from his father and stared at the green eyes that could only belong to my family. I couldn’t help but wonder my year older sister was doing with an eighteen year old when she was only thirteen. I didn’t understand it then and I was sure I never would.
“Mommy, I hungy,” Terence said, taking his thumb out of his mouth to speak, only to put it back in when he was done.
“Have they had breakfast yet?” I asked Carlos.
“No, I was trying to get them dressed before you came home.”
I nodded and steered the five children to the kitchen. Johnathan glanced up, but quickly looked down with a soft blush coating his cheek when he caught a glimpse of Carlos.
“Mommy,” Terence whispered in my ear.
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Who he?”
“Well, the one with brown hair is Johnathan. The one with black hair is Valentine.”
At their names, they looked at me. All the kids came, and stood by my legs, ready to be introduced to the new people.
I motioned to the two five year old twins, Sierra and Stephanie and introduced them to Jonathan and Valentine. They have light blonde hair, and brown eyes. They’re identical, except for the birth mark on Sierra’s shoulder.
Their mom was killed by the Irish mob for stealing money. The girls were kidnapped five minutes after she hit the ground. They were hidden for almost a month until I found them over five months ago. Their dad just ran, not caring about his dead and kidnapped children.
I then motioned to Charlie and Gordon, a six and eight year old pair of brothers and introduced them. They both had light brown hair and dark brown eyes. They could be twins if the youngest, Charlie, didn’t have freckles littering his nose.
Their parents were killed by the Russian mob for not paying an old debt. Oddly though, two out of three of the men were found dead on the small porch of the house. They’ve been here for a year. They never saw the killer, but they saw the death. Charlie doesn’t talk to anyone except me, Carlos or his brother. But Stephanie has a crush on him. Gordon just acts like it never happened, which now might be good, but in the long run, will only hurt him.
Lastly, I introduced Savannah, an eleven year old girl who was taken away from her abusive father who is the leader of the Italian mob in the whole state of New York. She has natural black hair that looks blue in the sun. She has innocent, icy blue eyes that would put a puppy to shame.
Her father killed her mother after she gave birth to Savannah. Her father hid her from the outside world and beat her within an inch of her life from the age of eight, to ten, when I got her. She was tutored so well, that she’s skipped three grades. She is now an eighth grader in the computer science wing of my school. She knows that what I do is important and I can’t talk about it, but she also knows that I’ve hurt people. She is truly special. I’ve only had her a couple months, but she’s still very special to me.
I looked at Carlos. His natural tan a big darker with the sun he got over summer break. His black hair always looked soft. His brown eyes were nothing special, but they always had a spark in them. He was never frowning, and if he was, something was really wrong. His five foot ten, boney frame always towered over mine.
I’ve known him for two years, the time this section of the children’s home started. He always helped me. He was the first one to be an occupant. He saw a village, his village, slaughtered by the Mexican Drug Cartel. His mother had told him to run, and he did. His legs got him far, but he was shot in the back and left for the coyotes. He was found though, by my brother, Justin, before the coyotes could get to him.
I looked at Johnathan. He was standing now, holding Stephanie in his arms. He was smiling as she told him about her stuffed animals. It was obvious he had a little sister.
I took a better look at him; his light brown hair was shaggy, resting just under his ears. He had a tiny hole in his lower lip on the left, telling me he had a piercing there. His blue eyes were almost covered by his hair. He took about six foot two and pretty muscular. But I have a feeling he was always the bitch in his relationships.
I looked over at Valentine as he reached down to pick up Charlie, who was transfixed with him. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, but Charlie reached his arms up, silently telling him to pick him up. He seemed calmer, as did his brother. Gordon was closer to him than before. Valentine picked up Charlie. Charlie threw his arms around his neck and looked like he was crying. I didn’t say anything, ‘cause it looked like Valentine didn’t mind.
I took a better look a Valentine too. He was fit, his arms very muscular, but not too much. His shirt was tight on him, showing off his abs. His soft blue eyes looked a little sad as he gazed down at Gordon who was now attached to his hip. His six foot four frame was tall and probably scary for most people, but not the kids. He shook his black, shaggy hair into his eyes when he saw me staring at him.
I shifted Terence into my left arms and onto my left hip. I walked over to the huge refrigerator. I opened the door and gazed inside. I grabbed the eggs and set them on the counter. I grabbed some cheese and ham.
“Who wants regular eggs?” None of the kids did, but I had to ask just in case. I shifted Terence into my right arm. “Who wants just cheese in their eggs?”
“Me!” chirped Gordon, Stephanie, Sierra and Savannah. Terence just nodded his head in the crook of my neck.
I looked at Charlie and saw him looking at me. “Do you want ham and cheese in your eggs?”
He nodded and tightened his grip on Valentine’s neck. I nodded and got the pans out. I put it on the six burner stove I had custom made.
I made the eggs as I quickly as I could. It was almost eight thirty and the kids usually nap around ten in the summer.
I sighed as I put a blanket over Charlie and Terence. All the kids were asleep with The Lion King playing softly in the back ground. Savannah was reading a book and Johnathan was watching the movie. Carlos was in the kitchen, cleaning it up. Valentine was on the couch, taking up the whole couch. I tapped his head, telling his to lift it up so I could sit down. He did, and put his head in my lap.
“Why so you act like suck hard ass?”
I looked down at him, just then realizing that I was playing with his hair. I didn’t stop though, it was soft. I smirked, “’Cause I am.”
“It’s gonna break.”
“Everything eventually does, but I carry duct tape for that reason.”
He rolled his eyes. “So Terence,” he started.
“Is my nephew. Tell anyone, and no one will find your head, dick or body.”
“Why do you say it like that?”
I looked at the television, “’Cause they would be separated.”
She sat up quickly and moved away, causing me to laugh evilly. Johnathan giggled a little. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. I looked over at him and ‘aww’ed a little, making him blush. Savannah got up, claiming we were being a bit loud for her.
I looked back at Johnathan, “Are you a virgin?”
He blushed darker. “No.”
“Are you?” Valentine asked.
I looked at him with a smirk, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
My phone started to vibrate in my pocket. I got up and went to the kitchen, where Carlos was finishing up.
“Hello?”
“You have a mission.”
“As Jen, or as Gwen?”
“Gwen. It’s Harold Gorn.”
I took a deep breath. “Now?”
“Yes now.”
“Where?”
“The Curly Pig.”
“A strip club?”
“Make sure you where you’re pretty heels. He likes feet.”
I shut my phone and rested my head in my arms.
“You’re dad?”
I nodded, “I need you to act like my asshole boyfriend again.”
“Can do. Which car?”
“The Nova.”
He pouted, “Not my baby.”
“I’m sorry. But this is a high profile guy and I need to get him. I have a party I need to go to.”
“Are you going as Gwen, or Jen?”
I looked at the counter, “Gwen.”
He sighed, “Your father is such a prick.”
“At least he talks to me, even if it is in code and about nothing.”

I continued to grind my ass into Gorn’s crotch. He reeked of stale chips and vodka. I also reeked of vodka, but it was spilled on me. The music got a little faster, as did my grinding.
I stood and grabbed Gorn’s hand, taking him to the back. I closed the door and threw him to the ground. I grabbed the knife that was on the floor and slit his throat. He gasped, out of pain of surprise, I wasn’t sure.
“Gwen,” he croaked.
“Very good, Mister Gorn.”
He went limp. I grabbed the lighter out of my bra and stood on a chair. I lit the lighter and put it under the sprinkler system. It went off in and I gasped at the coldness. The blood that got on me washed away as did the blood in the room.
I grabbed a blanket that was in a box and walked out of the room, and out of the strip club. I had to walk home in heels, but I didn’t mind. The afternoon sun felt good on my slightly tanned skin. I wrapped the blanket around my shoulders and walked the mile to the bus stop. I got on and used my card.
I sat in the front, staring at the window. I wiped the tear that fell from my right eye quickly.
“Are you okay, dear?” asked an elderly woman.
I looked at her, “Fight with my boyfriend. Didn’t have time to grab my clothes.”
She patted my hand, “I’m sure he’s beating himself up for hurting someone as pretty as you.”
I smiled, “Thank you.”