Chapter 32 - Meetings (Again)

                                    

                                          
Warnings: Mentions of stabbing, abuse
Third Person POV
                          
Jack, Spot, and Carson walk side-by-side to Queens, New York City.
                          
They were nervous, sure, but they had enough practice playing it off that no other leader (that wasn't on their side, cause the other leaders weren't there, yet) could tell.
                          
However, between the three of them, they could all feel the amount of nerves.
                          
Hence why they kept trying to assure each other that it would all be okay.
                          
Especially Carson.
                          
Jack had spent enough time with Race to know when he believes everything will be okay and when he won't.
                          
And Carson is pretty similar to Race. 
                          
So, Jack decided to take Carson's hand in his own, and immediately felt Carson relax a bit.
                          
Also, it was crazy to Jack how small Carson's hand was in his. It was only a tiny bit bigger than Race's.
                          
When they got to the meeting place, Carson hid behind Jack and Spot while the other leaders came.
                          
Lastly, Spade came.
                          
"You aren't the leader of Queens" Match comments, looking Spade up and down.
                          
Spade smirks a bit, but pretends to hide it. "Bullet is sick right now."
                          
"That's a lie." Spot states. "You probably hurt him, just like you did to Race."
                          
"You kidnapped him again?" Arrow questions, trying to sound like this was news to him.
                          
He was in on the plan, meaning that he knew everything, including Race being kidnapped again.
                          
Spade shakes his head. "Both boys are fine. Bullet isn't hurt, I would never hurt my best friend. My brother."
                          
Carson clenches his fists. Don't you dare call him that.
                          
"That's a lie." Carson snarls, stepping out from behind Spot and Jack. 
                          
Everyone turns to him, as he crosses his arms, glaring at Spade. "And you know that, don't you? Because you were planning to kill all three of us, whether your plan worked or not."
                          
Carson hears scattered gasps.
                          
Some leaders turn to Jack and Spot, shocked. They weren't told that.
                          
Spade's smirk only grew. "You're smarter than I thought, just like your brothers. You know, little Anthony-"
                          
"It's Antonio" Carson cuts him off.
                          
"That's not what I heard from you" Spade responds, staring at Carson.
                          
"That's because I was wrong." Carson states. "My father used to call him 'Anthony' and I had forgotten his name is 'Antonio'. I cannot explain why I didn't listen to him when he corrected me, but I apologize to him everyday, whether he hears me or not, for that."
                          
Spade rolls his eyes. "Little Race, as you Manhattan and Brooklyn Newsies call him, is smarter than I think you boys know." 
                          
Spade stares behind himself. "That is, when he's not stressed out about stuff and wanting to not be cooped up for any longer."
                          
Spade turns back to face Carson, smirking. "Would you like to see your brothers?"
                          
Carson's poker face disappears for a second, and his eyes let down their block.
                          
Jack could see the desperation in his eyes. He wanted his siblings.
                          
Jack could only pray that Carson didn't do something stupid, but he had faith in the middle Higgins sibling.