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godlygreta · 3 years ago

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the lion and the lamb | j. kiszka

title | the lion and the lamb

summary | in this case, who is the lion and who is the lamb?

warnings | 18+ CONTENT TO THE MAX !

there are: mentions of weapons, drugs and mentions of potentially drugging someone (no actual drugging), loose descriptions and mentions of organized crime, brief mentions of potential murder and other assaults, oral sex (f. & m. receiving), unprotected sex, slight public oral sex, mentions and descriptions of dick pics, and anything else i may have missed

word count | 6.8k+

author’s note | yall…. yall…… i can’t believe this has come to life. just... enjoy the ride LMFAO - might make this a part two, i have no idea yet

this was 110% supposed to be for @fosterkidwiththebrokenjaw because i wanted to murder them w a jake smut and i didn’t tell them ANYTHING about what it entailed.. i did send a few sneak peeks in our nsfw writing chat on discord, but shit i think i needed this more than them lmfao

edited by the lovely, @screechesincoherently <3

BEFORE YOU READ, PLEASE REREAD THE WARNINGS AND ENSURE THIS IS SOMETHING YOU WANT TO READ.

Your father had been explaining to you the ways of his business for almost two years. In the two-year span, you had managed to learn the tricks of the trade. You had sat along the walls of meetings with various other gangs within the city – figuring out how everything intertwined and the reasons why everything was tied together. You studied each specific family, figuring out their members and their roles. It was another form of school for you, having notes upon notes surrounding you.

You figured out where your father’s exports came from – where your family had gotten any of the drugs, weapons, and money. Your family had close connections with a Colombian family who sold you cocaine to distribute, getting half of the profits your family made (although, your family lied about the amount, so it was more 40/60 than anything).

The Irish had a mass import of weapons that came religiously. The guns they provided could be linked to several murders of which your father ordered. The police would never be able to solve them though, the Irish are smart about their weapons trade. They had dealt weapons to your family for decades before another family had swooped in and stole their imports right out from underneath your nose.

Within those two years, you had also learned how to protect yourself. Hand-to-hand combat was something you excelled in, especially when it came to boxing and mixed martial arts. A few of the other soldiers within your family had adorned slings and bandages after fighting with you. Secretly, you thought they went easy on you since you were the boss’ daughter.

When you weren’t using your fists, your weapon of choice was always Chinese ring daggers. It was something you picked up on rather quickly – taking the life of someone with a blade was much more worthy than that of a gun. Although, you did happen to have a Desert Eagle 50AE that you happened to favor over any other gun you had been trained to shoot. Anytime you needed it, it was tucked away in your holster, itching to be fired.

With you having stayed within the dark for years, most people had thought that you had died. Your father turned cold some odd years ago, which is why most people had believed you to be dead. The only way a man goes that cold in such a short amount of time was because of a loss in the family. Which wasn’t an entire lie.

Your mother had been the one to pass away, taking with her your father’s humanity. Her death left him absolutely broken. While your father was working towards getting out of the business, he instead flung himself into his work. He worked so hard he became one of the top bosses within the city. There was only one family that rivaled your own.

The Kiszka family had been around for a long time. The family inheritance had been passed down from generation to generation. With Karen and Kelly Kiszka stepping down from power, the Kiszka twins have taken over. Their eldest sons, Jake and Josh, had been training for this their whole lives.

After gaining their Masters in Business, the twins were ready to take on what their father had left for them. The ruse their entire business was built on an auto body shop – which seemed a little too normal in comparison to who they were underneath all of the masks. The Kiszka’s under the microscope could be linked to various amounts of crime. After all, they were your biggest competitors in heroin trade. However, that wasn’t the target your father wanted to go after them for.

The first big deal in their reign was going to be a weapons deal with the Irish. And your father wanted in on that – wanted to usurp their guns from right under their noses just like they had done to your family some years ago. However, there was only a slight issue.

Your father had no idea what and when the deal was going down, but he knew it was sometime soon.

That’s where you came in.

Your job was to get that information from one of the twins – it didn’t matter who. When in the debriefing room, you found yourself drawn to one over the other. Jake Kiszka had a death stare that could kill a man and make women come on command. His twin brother did too, but he had nothing on Jake. Your mouth began to water at the sight of Jake, although you knew better than to think of it as anything other than a job.

David, your bodyguard in which your father assigned, was your getaway driver – however you needed him. The two of you had to come up with a plan together to gather the information you needed. If there was anything you had come to find out about Jake, it was that he loved beautiful women.

You, David and your father had gone over the plan almost a hundred times before the day of the operation. You were to go to the gala they were having which had been disguised as a fundraiser. While there, you were to seduce Jake and get him alone. Once you had done so, you were to knock him out via drugs or by the use of force and use his fingerprint or his facial identification to get into his cell phone where the information would be.

In and out. Simple as that.

The day of your nerves were nowhere to be seen. You smoothed out the material of your floor length dusty rose gown that hugged every part of your body just right, giving you the figure of an angel. With one last swipe of your strawberry flavored lip gloss, you left your room. The only sound you could hear in the hallway was your heels against the marble flooring. You felt powerful.

A swift left turn and you had made it into your father’s office. “You look absolutely beautiful, Dollface.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” You kissed his cheek with your own, not wanting to get your lip gloss on him. “Is David ready?”

“Just about, I believe,” he spoke, but was cut off with the sound of his phone ringing on his desk. He sighed begrudgingly and answered it. His voice was curt, making it known he was irritated with whomever called. “Jesus Christ. Fuckin’ put some bullets in his kneecaps til he talks. He knows something.”

You pulled your cell from the little golden clutch your father had gotten you on your sixteenth birthday. You scrolled through the text messages you had from various friends and other family members, pulling out David’s contact.

“You better come quick. I am not going to be late to this event.”

“You’re fashionably late to every meeting. You’ll be fine.”

You rolled your eyes at his message, about to put it back in your clutch before it pinged again.

“You just think the target is hot.”

He wasn’t wrong. Jake Kiszka was hot. There was no doubt about that.

The car ride to the venue where this was being held was a little longer than you wanted it to be, but it gave you time to make sure you had everything in order. Hidden within your clutch was a switchblade your father gifted you as a child. Your mother was not fond of you having a knife, but the look on your face of pure happiness had helped set her feelings aside. Everything else in there was mundane; a cellphone, lip balm, a compact mirror, and a pack of gum.

There were many photographers outside of the building, wanting to get a peek inside. You figured there would be a few inside, for publicity. The mayor had stood in front of you, standing with his wife and his two children as they got their pictures taken. You had snuck in through a side door, not wanting to be photographed.

The entire ballroom was decorated with light pink chiffon strung up against the walls and doorways. You swore that the attention to detail was very minimal – only effort being put in towards the stage where a podium sat and the tabletops had decorations sat in the middle of them, a small bouquet of white and pink roses.

A band sat towards the back of the room, playing lightly while everyone conversed and found their way to their tables. Your eyes scanned the entire floor looking for Jake, seeing if you could find him without needed to look for his twin too. You imagined the two of them wouldn’t be anywhere near each other – not needing to be for business purposes.

Your eyes finally landed on Jake, seeing him talking to the mayor. You walked over, grabbing a champagne flute from a server’s tray and took a sip. You licked your lips slightly, lip gloss smearing onto the glass. Jake’s eyes flickered to you as he noticed you walking towards him, continuing to talk to the major. You stood carefully next to them, patiently waiting for the right time to interrupt their conversation. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything too important.”

“Not at all. We were just discussing some detailing I need done on my car.” The mayor spoke, putting a firm hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Did you need to speak to him?”

“No, not really. Just wanted to do a bit of flirting before the whole thing starts, but I can always come back later.” You shot Jake a wink and began to sit down at one of the tables. You pulled out a compact from your clutch, using the mirror to look at the floor behind you in the general direction of where Jake and the mayor were standing. You couldn’t find him, which prompted a frown to form on your face.

“You wanted to flirt with me?” He asked, sitting down next to you.

“I did.”

“And why would that be?” He asked, putting his elbows on the table, searching for a motive within your eyes.

“Because I think you’re very handsome, Mr. Kiszka.” You took another sip from your flute, feeling the fizz on your tastebuds. Your eyes locked with his, seeing a slightly cocky smirk rise to his face. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Not at all.”

The casual flirting between the two of you carried on through dinner, to which Josh and another one of Jake’s brothers had joined you at the table. You had learned his name was Sam and that he was very uninterested in his father’s business, being immersed in studies of the universe and its secrets. If it wasn’t for the mission in front of you, you would’ve actively tried to go home with Sam instead. You heard Jake whisper as you were busy asking the waiter for another drink, “Boys, she’s mine.”

The waiter handed you a double vodka and cranberry, placing it down in front of you while you thanked him silently. You turned back to the conversation, noticing the shift in tone between the three of them. It was almost as if they were competing for your attention. You easily slid the conversation through various topics, trying to focus on the other two rather than Jake. You noticed the way Jake’s patience wore thin. “I think it’s very interesting that you’re studying astronomy, Sam. I am a lover of space myself.”

“Are you? Do you have any other loves?”

“A few,” you started, a brief intermission to take a sip from your glass. “I have a passion for nature; geology is something I’ve thought about studying, but I have to take over my father’s company when he eventually retires, so it’s more of a hobby now.”

“What does your father do?” Josh asked curiously.

“Something boring. He hasn’t told me much, won’t let me know a single thing until I finish school.” You lied straight to their faces. Silently, you thanked the band as they began to play louder, making an idea pop into your head. “Would one of you like to dance with me?”

Just as Sam was about to say something to you, Jake interjected. He stood from his chair and extended his hand out towards you. “May I?”

You took his hand and smirked to yourself. You gave the boys a little wave over your shoulder, smiling to them before turning your attention back to Jake.

How fitting – the song that began to play as you and Jake made your way to the floor. With a hand in his, you turned towards him, your throat slightly becoming dry at the thought of being so close to him. “I put a spell on you.”

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, leg stretching out behind you as you slowly sunk lower. You could feel the stares from everyone in the room. It didn’t take much, though. The palpable tension between the two of you was probably one of the other reasons nobody could stop looking. You dancing with Jake alone was the first – he had never made public appearances with anyone. There had never even been any rumors of secret girlfriend or anything. Jake Kiszka had sworn off from dating – at least to your knowledge.

His hand was warm against the skin of your back, guiding you through the motions of the dance. You tried your hardest to keep your eyes off of him, but there wasn’t anything you could do about it. Jake was fucking pretty. So fucking pretty you could absolutely devour him right this second if he gave you the chance. “If you keep looking at me like that, my dear, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you. Or my lips, for that matter.”

“Whoever said you had to?” You asked pressing the lightest kiss to the conjunction of where his jaw met his neck. He almost stumbled on your feet, clearing his throat as he messed up. Your leg slid up the back of his teasingly. He inhaled deeply before he heard you speak into his ear, your voice laced with a taunting tone, “You’re getting sloppy, Mr. Kiszka.”

“I’m getting hard, angel.” He whispered into your ear through gritted teeth.

“I’m not really acting like much of an angel right now, sir.” You smirked to yourself, knowing full well Jake could probably guess your expression.

“No, but I bet your moans will sound heavenly when I wreck you later.”

“Would you like to go somewhere a little more private and find out?” He almost came to a complete stop, halting your dance. You could feel the vibrations of the wheels in his mind turning, pondering over the best course of action.

“And where would that somewhere be?” He questioned.

“I have a hotel room here tonight. Although, I’ll be quite frank. Someone as handsome as you could take me just about anywhere.” You whispered into his ear before you left him alone on the dance floor.

You knew he would follow you, which is why you were not shocked when you were pressed up against the elevator wall. His hands were firm on the sides of your neck, hips pressing into yours. With the sudden onset of kisses, you barely had any time to react, arms slightly flailing before you finally kept your arms at his waist, sliding underneath his jacket. You pulled his hips into yours, his lips separating from your own to let out a low moan.

“You’re gonna kill me, aren’t you?” He asked, keeping his hips against yours as his breath fanned over your face. You could still taste the champagne.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out.” You whispered and pushed him off of you as the door opened to your floor. He was hot on your heels, waiting for you to open the door to your hotel room as fast as you possibly could.

The room in general was supposed to be used to put Jake in. If you were going to use drugs in order to knock him out, you were going to need a place to put him. Not to mention, you had studied the schematics of the building for a week in preparation – knowing where all of the cameras and exits were is crucial in missions like this.

The second the door was open his hand gripped the back of your arm and shuffled the two of you inside. Your back was pressed against the door, almost knocking the wind out of you. His tongue mingled with yours once again, hands firm as they held you – one at your waist and the other against the door. Your fingers tangled into his hair, tugging on the roots, pulling his head away from your own.

Your lips slid easily against his jaw, working your way to his neck. He breathed heavily as you licked a stripe up his neck, sucking his earlobe into your mouth, nibbling on it slightly. His hand traveled up your back, hand landing on your neck. He gripped the back of it tightly, pulling your mouth away from him much like you had done to him.

“I’ll get on my knees for you. Not to pray, but you will be worshipped.” He whispered against your ear, decorating your neck with open mouthed kisses, tongue soothing any skin that he bit. Your body shivered in anticipation as a groan fell from your lips. His mouth traveled south, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.

Your hand flew to the back of his head as he began to kiss over your dress, right on your mound. The feeling of his fingers sliding underneath your dress was something you got used to very quickly. He pushed the material of your dress just enough where he could easily see your panties.

His fingers danced along the waistband. His fingers felt cool against how hot your cunt was – dripping for him, soaking your underwear. He hummed, his middle phalange brushing past your clothed clit, settling at the base of your cunt. He looped his finger into the front of your underwear, pulling them down your legs. He helped you step out of them, letting your dress fall back down.

You were about to ask him to unbuckle your heels for you, but you kept quiet upon feeling his lips against the inside of your knee. Your breathing became more and more labored as you felt his lips go higher and higher. Just as they were about to touch your dripping cunt, he hesitated – feeling his breath instead. He blew on your core intentionally, soaking in the way your breathing faltered.

You attempted to push your hips off of the door and towards his face. He simply chuckled at your action, using one of his hands to keep your hips from moving. He collected the bottom of your dress in his hands, thrusting them towards you, “Hold this for me, will you dear?”

You complied, keeping the ends of your dress tight against your torso. Your chest heaved in anticipation, wanting Jake to put his mouth on you, touch you – do something.

Your prayers would soon be answered by Jake’s tongue licking up your thigh. When his tongue had stopped, just next to your cunt, he began to suck and bite into the skin – leaving a nice little reminder of your time together.

His hands pinned your hips down as his tongue finally touched you where you wanted him. Your hand went to tangle itself into his hair, but his hand gripped your wrist. He threatened with dark eyes looking up from between your legs, “You touch, I stop.”

You nodded back to him, tilting your head back against the door as Jake resumed pleasuring you with his tongue. His tongue drew out moans that came from deep within your chest. His fingers dug into the skin of your hips, fingernails dragging down slightly. One of his hands strayed from your hips, knuckle brushing the inside of your thighs.

The minute he added his fingers into the mix, your head tried to press into the door even harder, but there was nowhere else to go. Your knuckles turned white as you held your dress so tight – not being able to touch Jake was torturous. One of his fingers slipped inside of you, a drawn out swear fell from your lips, “Fuck.”

You felt dizzy – so fucking lightheaded the closer you got. You were lucky Jake was underneath you; he was the only thing keeping you from crumbling to the floor. He had slipped in another finger; the added pleasure of another digit made your brain melt. Little whimpers slipped past your lips in response to being able to feel Jake smirking against you.

You couldn’t even comprehend what was waiting for you when Jake actually got to fuck you.

Your eyes squeezed shut so tight, all you had seen was a blinding white light. Your thighs began to shake, moans became louder and louder. Jake’s fingers moved faster inside of you, as did his tongue as it flicked rapidly against your clit. The hand that remained on your hip kept you sturdy against the door as your orgasm wracked through you.

His fingers began to slow, keeping a slower pace to allow you to ride out your orgasm on your own. He removed his tongue slowly, leaving sloppy kisses around your clit until he left one last one on your thigh. He waited until your breathing slowed to its normal rhythm before he pulled his fingers from your cunt.

He kissed up your stomach, pulling your dress from your hands. He let it fall to the floor as he put his knee between your two legs. The kisses he pressed to your cheeks were light, keeping you on Earth. Your head was in a daze – mind hidden deep within the clouds of lust you were currently swimming through. “You alright, angel? Didn’t wear you out too much already?”

“Are you gonna keep talking or are you going to fuck me?” Your voice was slurred slightly, almost as if you were drunk. You barely had anything to drink. If your memory served you right, you had abandoned half of a vodka cranberry back in the ballroom.

“So impatient.” He murmured to nobody in particular before walking the two of you back towards the hotel bed. He pulled down the zipper on the back of your dress while his lips occupied your own. You pulled away from him and sat on the bed as soon as your dress fell to the floor. You undid the buckle of each of your heels and slid them off.

You shuffled backwards onto the bed until your back hit the pillows. You watched him as he unbuttoned his shirt. You figured he was doing it slowly for your benefit. As soon as the shirt was slipped off of his shoulders, he threw it onto a nearby chair. Your eyes scanned and focused intensely on the skin that was now in the light of the hotel room.

You hoped to God your mouth wasn’t hanging open due to the fact that you were staring so hard at Jake’s body. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you watched Jake remove his shoes and pants as well. It didn’t shock you when you saw Jake’s black boxers underneath his black dress pants – he was too predictable.

He crawled over to you, nudging your legs apart with his hand. He settled between them, running his thumb over your bottom lip. He looked down at your figure, how ready and open you were for him. Your legs hooked around his waist, pulling his hips into yours. His moans were beautiful, as soon as his clothed cock hit your cunt. Your hands pulled at the back of his neck, tugging his lips towards your own.

You wasted almost no time, the hunger for his cock inside of you was driving you crazy. Your body burned for his touch, to feel him fill you up. One of your hands traveled away from his neck, sliding down his torso before rubbing his cock over his boxers. He pulled away from you, heavy breathing, “You want it?”

“Mhmm.” You spoke, slipping his boxers down his legs slightly before you pulled him out. You brought your hand to your mouth, collecting some of your spit in your palm, beginning to jerk him a little. He let out a soft groan into your neck.

“Where do you want it angel?”

“I think you know where.” You whispered back, brushing the tip of his dick through your folds.

“Fuckin’ perfect.” He muttered underneath his breath as he began to insert himself into you. You through your head back slightly at the sensation, already loving the way he felt. Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he pulled out halfway and slowly pushed back into you once more.

“You don’t have to be gentle, sir, I won’t break.”

“Careful what you wish for.”

As soon as those words left Jake’s lips, his pace became relentless. His teeth sunk into the skin on your shoulder, muffling himself. Your hands occupied Jake’s hair, tugging and pulling in an attempt to get Jake as close to you as possible. You tried to keep your curses to yourself, but it was almost impossible.

He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, keeping the other one at his waist. You let out a screamed with the change of position, not meaning to be as loud as you were. Jake brought a hand up to your mouth, leaving enough room below your nose for you to breathe out of. He fucked into you, hard and fast.

Tears of intense pleasure threatened to spill from your eyes, loving every single second of Jake filling you completely and then taking it all away – only to be whole again a split second later. You surely were becoming dizzy as you were before, but this was a whole other level.

Fucking Jake was something else. Compared to all the other people you had slept with before, they were no match for Jake. He hit the places within you that would forever be tied to your soul and engraved in your brain. You didn’t think anyone in this world would be able to fuck you the way Jake was. “Holy fuck, Jake, right there.”

Your hand slid between the two of you, fingers circulating your clit rampantly. The familiar orgasmic haze was beginning to set within you, the knot within your lower belly grew tighter and tighter. Your cunt spasmed around his cock, making him moan into your ear. “Shit,” he spoke through gritted teeth and furrowed eyebrows, “I’m gonna come, fuck. Where do you want me to come?”

“Anywhere, Jake, I don’t fucking care,” you whined. “I’m so fucking close.”

The second your orgasm hit you, it felt as if though you were transcending through time – all of your senses blurred together. You could hear colors and see sounds. You could feel Jake pull out of you, jerking himself until he spilled onto your stomach. He slid to one side, catching his breath. “Let me grab a towel, quick.”

You didn’t expect him to wipe his come off your stomach. It didn’t seem like he was one of those people, but Jake was full of surprises.

He slipped into the bathroom and began to run the shower. He asked if you wanted to join him, but you just stayed stayed in the bed, telling him you’ll be fine. You pulled his button up from the chair, threading all of the buttons through their respective holes. You searched through Jake’s jacket pocket and found a pack of cigarettes.

You unlocked and slid the door to the balcony opening, stepping outside as you had Jake’s pack of cigs in your hand. You pulled one out, putting it between your lips as you lit it up.

You sat in one of the chairs on the balcony, waiting for him to join you from the bathroom. Cigarette betwixt your fingers, you sit there in his button-up. All you needed him to do was go to sleep – that was it. If he fell asleep, you could put his fingerprint into his phone and get the information you needed for your father.

This certainly wasn’t part of the plan – having sex with him.

“I almost thought you had left already.” He spoke, bringing you away from your thoughts.

“And miss out on round two?” You smirked up at him, licking your lips as you looked at him fresh out of the shower. His hair was wet, water droplets falling onto his chest and back. You take a drag of your cigarette. “Not a chance, Jakey.”

“Who said there would be a round two?” He asked, leaning against the frame. You put your cig out on the ashtray on the small table next to your chair. You stood in front of him, putting a hand on his abdomen.

“I was hoping for round two.” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, sinking down to your knees. You were thankful he decided not to put his dress pants back on, leaving him in just his boxers. His hands collected your hair and held it within his fist, using his teeth to slip the hair tie he wore on his middle finger off. He wrapped the hair tie around your hair, the messy bun he had given you had already begun to tilt to one side.

The second your mouth wrapped around him after removing him from his boxers, he hummed in appreciation. Your tongue swirled around his head, before you took hold of him and licked up the underside of his cock. He groaned, pushing his hips forward a bit as one of his hands found your hair. You taunted him with his own words, spitting them back at him with a cocky smirk, “You touch, I stop.”

“Cheeky.” Jake gave you a fake smile. It was quickly wiped from his face by your mouth wrapped around his cock once more. His eyebrows pulled together the second his tip touched the back of your throat. Tears pricked at your eyes and you tried your hardest to keep it together. Today was not the day where you particularly wanted your gag reflex to act up.

You breathed in and out through your nose, trying to focus on the way that Jake looked. You loved the way that Jake looked while painted in pure bliss. His mouth hung open slightly, chest heaving, tongue swiping over his bottom lip much like his tongue did to yours earlier. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ.”

His fingers threaded through your hair’s terrible bun, tugging at the roots of your hair. You hummed around him, knowing that he had lost whatever game it was that the two of you were playing. You pulled your mouth off of him, smirking as you wiped some spit from the corner of your mouth with your thumb, “You touched me.”

“Fuck, love, come on. I’m almost there,” he spoke hurriedly, replacing the feeling of your mouth with his hand as best he could. “Please, please let me finish.”

“Nobody ever said you couldn’t come in my mouth, Jake, I just told you that I would stop touching you.” You winked at him, watching him finally connect the dots. He aimed his cock towards your open mouth, jerking his dick until he felt the urge to come. His breathing truly faltered now, being able to audibly hear it from your knees.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He spoke lightly, huffing as his salty come finally touched your throat. The groans that came from him were stored in a secret part of your brain that would only come alive in the night time – as nobody is around you, with a hand in your underwear thinking about Jake.

You had stood up from your knees, walking past Jake to go inside. You removed Jake’s button up, climbing into bed. The sheets felt so comfy wrapped around you. Jake collected himself and shut the sliding door behind him, locking it. You felt him slip beside you, wrapping an arm around your middle. “Would it be too much to ask you to get breakfast in the morning?”

“You already know how this will end, Jake,” you whispered, brushing a finger down the slope of Jake’s nose. He didn’t seem so scary close up – neither did any of his brothers. Maybe that’s why they could get away with so much. “They always end like this.”

“I suppose they do. Although, I was hoping you were going to be more than a one-night stand.”

“I’ll see you again someday, Jake. This will not be the last time.” You lied through your teeth. You had no intention of seeing him after this. Mostly because you knew deep down that seeing Jake again could very easily mean that a hit would issue for you. He’d eventually find out that you had stolen information from him. He’d trace back the ambush to you and your little ruse.

You had waited until his breathing fell under the guise of sleep. You slid out of the bed easily, being careful not to wake Jake. You grabbed his phone from the bedside table, looking to see if it was a fingerprint phone or facial recognition. You held the phone up to his face, hoping to God it would go through although he was sleeping.

Once it unlocked you scoured through his messages and contacts. You found the information you were looking for and took a quick picture of it. You were curious as you held Jake’s unlocked phone in his hand. You quickly swiped out of the Messages app and landed on his Photos.

You scrolled through all of them, seeing various pictures of him and his brothers doing various things; a few pictures they were all sporting cigars, some of them had beers in their hands and in some of them they held both. The pictures that really intrigued you were the ones of just Jake – phone held out as he took a mirror selfie of him naked.

His body looked as it did before you, fit but not too much where any abdominal muscles were defined. The picture in itself was better than any of the dick pics you had ever gotten before. His face was like stone, giving barely an expression as if he took it without any effort; as if he hadn’t taken and retaken this picture a hundred times – keeping this one, and only this one from all the ones he had originally taken.

His cock was pretty, standing tall with arousal. You swiped through the photos, hoping that there was a series of them behind the one you landed on. And much to your approval, there was. In the other photos he had, a firm hand was wrapped around his cock, the veins in his hands protruding – which caught your attention right away aside from how pretty his cock was.

Next there was a video of which you played as soon as you were out of earshot. You turned the volume up on his phone slightly, making a mental reminder to turn it back down before putting it back on the nightstand. His breathy moans sounded familiar to you, having just heard them yourself. He was fucking ethereal as he came, cum dripping onto his hand before the video ended just after you had heard a low “fuck” come from Jake.

Before you went any further, you returned his Photos to the main menu, locking it before you put his phone back exactly where he left it on the nightstand. Your breathing was heavy and you swallowed thickly, crawling underneath the covers next to Jake. He had felt the dip in the bed you had created, pulling your body close to his as he turned around.

You let sleep overcome you until the morning when you woke up before Jake. You thanked your lucky stars and carefully removed yourself from the bed. Somehow, within the night, Jake had ended up pulling you completely on top of him in his sleep. You definitely slid off of him when you realized what position you were in.

The insides of your thighs ached as you stood up from the bed, but you put the thought and the pain aside to hurry the fuck up, and get the fuck out of there. You found your dress on the floor and pulled it up your body and zipped it to the best of your ability.

You pulled the little notepad that belonged to the hotel from the desk, and with the hotel pen, you scribbled a little note onto it. The note you wrote was a quote from someone you couldn’t remember the name of, “One night stands are like chess, only the loser demands a rematch.” You had also mentioned that you would see him again (for his benefit) with a little wink in your cute, slightly boyish handwriting.

You left it by his cellphone and looked around the room for your shoes. Once you slipped on your shoes you threw your hair up into a bun to get it all out of the way.

With a single text to your phone, David had let you know that he was outside waiting for you. David sat in the driver’s seat, impatiently waiting for you to make your way to the lobby. You hopped into the back of the SUV and immediately removed your shoes as the door closed. “Did you get the information?”

“Good morning to you, too, David.” He rolled his eyes and huffed out disappointingly. “Yes, I know where the drop is gonna be. I took pictures of his messages, I’ll let father know.”

You slipped the straps of your dress down your arms. Slipping on an old university sweatshirt, you dialed the phone number for your father, letting it ring. With the phone between your cheek and your shoulder, you shimmied on a pair of athletic shorts.

“Hello, Dollface.” He answered affectionately.

“Hi, Daddy. I got the information you wanted.” You smiled, taking the phone in your hand. “I’ve got it all on my phone.”

“That’s a good girl. You want in?” He asked, already knowing your answer. You giggled into the phone, confirming his suspicions.

“You know I do.”

“You’ve got it. As soon as you get back, we’ll have a meeting with the team. Okay?”

“Okay. I’ll see you when I get back. I love you.”

“I love you, too. Bye.” David sneered as soon as you hung up the phone call with your father. You gave him an inquisitive look.

“I can’t believe you fucking slept with the target.”

“I did what I had to do to get the information from our target, David. It doesn’t matter how I got the information, all that matters is that I got it.” You climbed into the front seat from the back, managing to not kick David in the face. “You couldn’t have picked a different vehicle? My dad has like twenty.”

“Why would I pick a different car?”

“I don’t know... I feel like it looks super fucking suspicious having me get into a black SUV leaving the hotel in the dress I wore last night. Most Uber’s are just... normal cars.”

“This is a normal car, Y/N, I don’t get what you mean.”

“Okay, whatever. Doesn’t matter anyways, we’re twenty minutes from home.” You pulled out your phone and scrolled through various social media sites until you were safely back in the driveway of your home.

***

Your father had gotten the shipment of guns that was meant for the Kiszka family. It had was the second mission you had ever been allowed to be on without your father present in any way, shape or form. You walked around the house like top shit after that.

Weeks later, you had gotten an invitation to a meeting with your father and the Kiszka family. You had swallowed thickly before walking into the restaurant your father had told you to come to. It was a sweet Italian place that had been open for years – the family who owned it originating from Italy.

You straightened up your posture, walking over to the table with false confidence carrying you. He looked up from the restaurant table, finally looking at something other than his phone. He was met with your gaze, to which his eyes opened wide. His lips parted slightly while his tongue brushed over his bottom lip. He stood from his chair, extending out his right hand. “We meet again.”

“I told you we would.” You slipped your hand into his and watched closely as his lips pressed a light kiss to your knuckles.

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Beg For It (part 3)

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, dirty talk, oral sex, degradation, pegging, overstimulation, illusions to infidelity, etc etc

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The thing about Jake is this- the man knows exactly what he wants, and exactly when and how he wants it. He isn’t afraid to enact a little craftiness to get it, either...he’s the sweetest, slyest, con man you’ve ever been blessed to know. If he were even remotely capable of violence or cruelty, he would’ve made a mafia Don to put Corleone to shame.

The thing about you is this- you often forget that. Which, by default, leaves you vulnerable to being worked by your dear Jacob like a rube at a carnival.

“I would have, Sam.” You hear Jake quietly informing his brother in the kitchen. “I’d have fucked her straight through the wall of that bar if I could have. She had the softest looking hair I’ve ever seen...wanted to wrap my fingers through it while she...”

“Jesus, Jake.” Sam snaps, putting an end to the dirty details. “Spare me your shit before I go tell that lovely little girlfriend of yours what you’re in here running your mouth about. I don’t need those fuckin’ visuals in my head. Gross.”

“You mean like the visuals I had to deal with when you fucked that girl at your graduation party in my bed?”

“In my defense...” you picture Sammy crossing his arms over his chest as he so often does when called out by a brother. “Danny was passed out in my room. Plus, we were always on the road by then anyway, you hardly ever even slept there. That was fucking years ago, by the way, Jacob. Let it go.”

“You let it go.” Jake retorts childishly. Nothing like bickering with a brother to turn you into a nine year old.

You decide now is the time to put an end to your shameful eavesdropping and enter the kitchen. Just as you suspected, you find Jake leaned back against the fridge, back mashed against the pictures and take-out menus that live pinned there by the kitschy magnets you like to collect from the various places you visit together. Sammy, is propped against the kitchen sink, arms folded just as you’d pictured.

“Hello, Kiszkas.” You smile, shoving your anger down deep into a little jar inside you. You’ll unscrew the lid, and send it careening free as soon as the time is right.

“Hello, darling.” Jake grins, with a flashing twinkle in his eye that you can’t unravel the meaning of. Probably still lost in the daydream of pounding his cock into Little Miss Barfly Whore. That isn’t fair, you don’t even know her...but ask if you give half a shit.

“Don’t let me interrupt, darling.” You lend a snarky quality to the endearment and earn a quizzical glance from him. “I just wanted to let you know I’m going to bed.”

Sam steals a peek at his phone. “But it’s not even nine o’clock?”

“I’m not feeling well.” You shrug, and allow it when Jake crosses the room to check on you with the back of his hand to your forehead.

“You feel normal.” He brushes your hair behind your ear with concern. Ducking away from his touch, you wave him off with a clipped. “Headache.”

Much more warmly, you drop a kiss on Sammy’s cheek and sink into one of his deliciously sweet, platonic hugs. “You stay as long as you’d like, Sam. If you’re here in the morning, I’ll make those veggie sausage link things you like.”

He thanks you, and off you go, praying, for the very first time, that he’ll leave.

When Jake finally finds you, you’re stretched out in bed, taking up much more than your fair share to signal how unwelcome he is. Face washed, teeth brushed, hair braided loosely down your back, you eye him over your book, mid page turn. “Can I help you?”

“No.” he shuffles around somewhat awkwardly, as if he’s searching for his bearings. “Are you upset with me?”

You close your novel and set it aside, taking your time before settling in to rake your gaze distastefully over him in the doorway. “Now why would I be upset with you? Have you done something wrong?”

A visible hum travels up the length of him, but he pretends it hasn’t. “Wrong?” his lips quirk into a miniscule grin. “No, and I resent the implication.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you resent.” You snap. Perhaps a bit more belligerently than you’d intended.

“Wow.” His eyes have widened as if you’re out of line, and it annoys you greatly. “What’s the problem, darling?”

“Darling?” You hiss. “I ought to make you genuflect at my fucking feet and call me your queen.”

“I’m willing to bet that that’s the first time in history genuflect and fucking have ever been uttered in the same sentence.” He laughs, sounding smug and slap worthy. Self-righteous fuck. “So you are mad.” He goes on. “Why?”

“Because you’re disturbing my reading with your incessant questions.”

He tilts his head with that obnoxious smirk plastered across his pretty face. “Is that all, darling?”

You still yourself completely, and pour every ounce of authority surging through your veins forth. “Get down on your knees, Jake. Right now. Right where you stand. Knees.”

Remarkably, he does as he’s told without qualms, almost as though he had been anticipating the directive.

“What if Mommy decides to just leave you there all night?” you hum softly, throwing the covers back to expose your bare legs to his hungry gaze.

“Then I guess this is where I’ll stay.” He concedes obediently, breath faltering in his throat when you spread your legs to reveal that you seem to have lost your panties.

Your hand slips down between your parted thighs to tease over your clit. “I’m so wet, Jakey...can you see it?”

He manages a nod, completely mesmerized by your cruel display.

“Do you want to taste me?” your fingers delve into your warmth, right down to the last knuckle. “Would you like to come over here and make me cum right on that pretty-girl face of yours?”

“Pretty girl face?” He questions shakily. “And yes, yes I definitely fucking want that.”

“I meant what I said.” You snap your legs closed in punishment. “You’re prettier than any girl I’ve ever seen. I should put you in a skirt and make you ride my pink cock like the sweet little slut you are for me. You are, aren’t you? You’re Mommy’s sweet and pretty, pretty slut.”

He nods, but that isn’t good enough. “Say it.” You order, careful to keep your tenor calming and gentle, as if lulling him to sleep.

“I’m your slut, Mommy.” The sentence trembles out of him as he ventures his hand down to sneak a nudge against his likely aching cock.

“No, no.” you scold, still gentle and loving. “That isn’t what I asked. Tell me what you are.”

You’ve let him touch himself once, so he presses his luck and does it again. “I’m your sweet and pretty slut.”

“Yes, you are.” your legs spread for him once more in reward. “Why do you keep touching yourself? Is your cock hard?”

A deep, faltering breath lifts his shoulders momentarily. “As a rock.”

“Let me see.” you order so gently it could almost pass for a request, though he certainly understands that you aren’t asking.

His hands move to fumble with his belt, eyes on you with questions burning in them, he wants to be sure he hasn’t misunderstood, he doesn’t want to overstep.

“Mmm-hmm...” you encourage, circling your clit with a feathery sigh that makes him whine low in his throat. “Show me.”

He tugs it out of his jeans there in the doorway, on the floor, while you look on from your throne of a bed, holding it in his fist like a gift...an offering to his goddess.

“Lie down.” again, the dictation is issued softly, like a sonnet.

Confused, he moves to stretch out with his back to the carpet but you shake your head. “No, baby. I want your cock against the floor, hands above your head, eyes closed.”

He steals a flash of a glimpse at you, and like it’s the first time, you’re momentarily quieted by his beauty. Once he is positioned right, you allow a quiet moan to quiver over your tongue, knowing how badly he’ll want to see what you’re doing to yourself to elicit that sound. “Look at my beautiful Jakey,” you praise. “Laid out on the floor for me just because I asked. What if I came over and wiped my feet on you like a pretty little welcome mat?”

“I wish you would.” he breathes, clutching lightly at the rug below him, nuzzling his cheek into the plush pile. “I should be so lucky.”

Fuck. He is perfect!

“I want you to grind your cock on the floor.” the tiny gasp that hitches into his lungs as he listens makes you smile. “Move around until you find an angle that feels good, sweet boy, and then fuck your aching cock into the carpet for Mommy. Eyes closed, remember, and no hands.”

A strangled sound ghosts out of him as he begins to circle his hips around, searching for the position that feels best, a languid sigh escaping him when he finds it.

“There you go, baby.” you nod, though he can’t see you. “Look at you, fucking the floor. I adore you, but you’re fucking pathetic. You know who wouldn’t do this?” The lid on that jar full of rage twists off. “Sammy.”

A noise of shock and anger sounds out of him but you charge on. “If I told Sammy to get on the floor and grovel for me– and I would because he’s so fucking gorgeous and delicate– he’d probably snatch me up and fuck me into the wall, he’d make me grovel instead.”

He is angry, you can hear it in his response, but still he heeds your instructions and fucks the floor. “Stop.” One word, yet it carries the muted fury, hurt, and sexual tension, of a thousand.

“Oh,” you feign ignorance. “Does that upset you? That I want to fuck your pretty brother? That I’d like to climb into his lap and ride his thick cock until I don’t even remember you fucking exist? God, I bet he fucks like he plays, I bet he just...”

“Fucking stop!” he cries out, begging for mercy, yet still grinding away at the carpet. “I knew you were there, okay? I knew you were listening...I made it up so you’d get upset. I wanted the strap. I wanted my mommy.” The last bit rushes out in a hurry, as if he’s embarrassed by his admission.

It’s a little like a delicious physical blow, to hear that it wasn’t true, that he’d made up his desire for this phantom girl simply because he wanted this so badly.

“Jakey,” you soothe. “Sit up.”

He pulls himself up on his knees and you are met with the breathtaking sight of him, gorgeous and flushed, hard and leaking, panting and squirming.

“You can just ask for what you want, baby. I love this as much as you do, I don’t have to be upset to give it to you this way.” you assure him. “If you want my cock, just say so.”

A mischievous glint winks in his eye, “I want your cock, Mommy.”

Returning his wicked stare, you shake your head. “Well now you’re in trouble, sweet boy, so you’re gonna have to earn my cock in your ass.”

“Fuck...” the obscenity shakes out of him lowly.

“Come here.” you curl your finger, beckoning him forward as you rise to your feet next to the bed.

He moves to stand but you put a fast stop to it. “Hands and knees, now.”

Pitching himself forward, he moves across the room, crawling closer and closer until he waits at

your feet.

“You’re my good little baby aren’t you?” you praise, stroking his glossy hair. “My sweet boy, my pretty fucking slut.”

“I’m whatever you want me to be.” he whispers, leaning into your touch.

Your grip tightens in his hair and pulls his face to your core. “Be a good boy and eat mommy’s cunt...I want to cum.”

With a rumble deep in his chest, his face buries into your heat, sucking and licking like it’s the first and last time he’ll ever get to taste you as you stand above him like the judge, jury, and executioner.

When his tongue sweeps, hot and insistent, over the bud of your clit, a moan rolls past your swollen, parted lips. “That’s it, Jakey...” you nod, yanking him up closer to you. “You know just how I like it, don’t you? Aren’t you the sweetest thing for me?”

“Cum for me...” he begs, slurring the words as he sucks away at you. “Please? Right in my mouth? That’s all I want. I’ll go to sleep hard and desperate if it means you’ll let me taste it.” his hands run up the length of your thighs and sink into your hips. “I want it so fucking bad, mommy...let it go. All over my face. Please...”

His shameless begging, and the pressure of his grip digging into your skin, and his ungodly sinful tongue, sends you spiraling, and suddenly you’re fucking yourself against his mouth. Holding him still against you by his hair as you ride his tongue, chasing a desperation you hadn’t expected to feel tonight while you lorded your authority.

When you unravel above him, he proves louder than you are. Moaning and murmuring into you as you fuck his face...growling out feral sounds that make your skin prickle with heat. When you come down, you have to forcefully push him away. He fights his way back, tongue outstretched, searching for your trembling clit, until you have to swat at him, fingertips stinging against his wet cheek.

“On the bed for me, baby...” you hum, stroking the place you’ve just smacked.

He stares longingly at your still twitching cunt, then reluctantly climbs onto the bed after tossing his shirt to the floor and kicking off his pants.

“On your knees, Jakey.” you purr, trailing a single finger down the back of his thigh. “You’re gonna get what you wanted so badly now. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” he clutches at the sheets, nodding frantically into them. “Fuck me, mommy. Take care of me.”

A knot twists to life low in your belly as you listen to him beg and whine, tugging his boxer briefs down his thighs. “Relax for me, sweetheart.” You keep your voice quiet and calming as you lean in to drag your tongue over him.

“Shit...” he hisses, backing up closer to your mouth.

“Mommy knows what you need,” you promise, lapping over him slowly.

“Feels so good,” his words whimper out of him, and your cunt pulses harder with each one. He sounds like a needy angel.

You spoil him a little longer and then give him a gentle smack on the side of his thigh, “You stay right here, sweet boy.” leaning up you lick the shell of his ear and then hum into it. “I’m about to rock your fucking world, Jakey. Say thank you.”

He nods rapidly, and to your delight, his tongue slips out and licks over the pillow beneath him as if he’s just that tightly wound, in need of an outlet any way possible. “Thank you, mommy. You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve it.”

Dropping your mouth closer to his, you lick into it, giving his wandering tongue a purpose. “You most certainly do deserve it, my love.” you insist on the pull back. “You deserve the world.”

He shudders and sighs your name, but you pull away, leaving him to sound out the quietest wails of desire imaginable...barely sounds at all– as you dig out the strap. A treasure amongst treasures, it waits quietly for such long stretches in between these nights, and once it emerges, you’re always a little shocked by how pleased you are to be reunited with it...the pretty pink accomplice that helps you reduce this beautiful man before you into a quivering puddle of euphoric release.

You’ve become adept at strapping it securely, and in no time at all, you are knelt behind him, dragging the tip, dripping with lube, in gentle circles over him as he pants and moans for more.

“I don’t want you to touch yourself at all...” you croon out, sweeping your free hand over the small of his back. “Mommy wants to make you cum. Alright, sweetheart?”

“Alright.” he sounds so small. Meek, even. But also, so fucking ready...there’s a hint of impatience in his submission, proving how badly he wants this, and how long he has waited.

“How long have you been waiting for this, baby?” you ask, slowly sinking just the tip inside him. He cries out softly, and it makes your thoughts cloud.

“Days.” he admits. “I didn’t know how to ask.”

It dawns on you that no matter what you say to him, this might be something that will never be easy for him to voice, so you do what you do best, you find a way to love him by making sure he always has what he needs. “Next time you want it, just take it out of the drawer and leave it on my nightstand. I’ll find it, and then I’ll know. Would that be easier for you than having to ask?”

You push in further and he nods through a gasp. “Much easier.” he sighs. “I love you so much.”

Deeper you slide in and opt for something a little easier on the heavy in reply. “Easier than me pretending I’d like to fuck your brother in retaliation for you making me insane with jealousy?”

He laughs quietly through a gasp “Were you that jealous?”

You bottom out and grab onto his hips, burying the strap inside him to the hilt. “I was fucking out of my mind. You’re mine.”

That is that last word on the subject, and to make sure of it, you begin fucking into him with long, smooth strokes.

“Yes, mommy...” he begs, thrashing his face back and forth against the pillow. “Just like that. Fuck me just like that.”

You keep a steady pace, giving it to him no harder, no faster...he said just like that, so that’s exactly how you’ll give it until he says otherwise.

Your hands map invisible trails over his back, soothing and encouraging him with your touch. “You’re taking it so well.” he has earned your praise, and then some. “You’re so beautiful. So fucking pretty, baby...I’m dripping just watching you take my cock. Gorgeous.”

“Faster...” he sounds choked and desperate, dancing along the edge already. “Fuck me faster, mommy. Please, please.”

“That’s my good boy...” you bury your fist in his hair, yanking gently at the roots. It is warm and damp with sweat as you fuck into him. “Tell me what you want. I want you to have it.”

“So close...” he whines a trembling noise that you want to hear over and over and over. “Please make me cum. Fuck, please.”

So many pleases, all the begging, all the fucking begging...

His hands are pressed flat to the headboard for leverage, not bracing to fuck you back, but merely to steady himself so he doesn’t hurtle away too far from you with the force of your thrusts. The pressure of your bodies meeting causes a pleasant pressure against your clit as the base of the strap nudges against you, just enough to keep the frantic throbbing there bearable. And then he’s cumming...shooting all over the sheets below, moaning and crying out for you, arching and throwing himself back until you jerk him up straight by his hair. Fucking him harder, and without mercy, his back now pressed against your tits.

“Do it again for mommy.” you urge, teeth gripping his earlobe in punctuation. “Cum for me, sweet boy. C’mon, one more time.”

“I...” he trails off and drops the back of his head into the crook of your neck. “I can’t.”

Reaching down, you find his cock rock solid still and burning to the touch. “Yes, you can. Give it up, Jakey.”

“It’s too much...” he’s whining and fidgeting, drunk with pleasured agony. “Please.”

There’s that word again.

“Again.” you coax, now sucking marks all along the length of his jugular, fucking and fucking and fucking him. “Behave yourself and do as mommy says.”

His hand moves to wrap around his cock as it bobs obscenely with your every thrust. “Don’t touch it.” you warn. “We did just fine before without your hand, we’ll do just fine without it this time too.”

A sentiment of protest creeps its way out of his beautiful lips, but you quiet him down with a hand wrapped firmly around his throat. He swallows aggressively, sending his Adam’s apple sailing against your palm, and for whatever reason, it makes you weak with need.

“Come on, pretty boy...” you borrow his word of choice for the evening. “Please?”

“Fuck...” he quakes against you. “Say that again.”

“Cum for mommy, Jakey.” your lips grace over his shoulder, no matter the silken strands of his hair that get caught in your kiss. “Please..”

His arm curls back to sink his fingers into your locks, pulling your mouth to his neck, begging you to suck him without a word. You give him what he wants, and his cock is flinging hot bursts of cum wildly the moment your mouth latches onto the side of his throat.

He falls apart loudly, and feverishly...rocking and writhing, calling for you as though you were a million miles away, begging for what he has already been given and thanking you breathlessly for it.

When he finds himself back on earth, you allow him to slump forward and catch his breath. Finally able to think straight once again, he asks so gently, so absolutely tentatively it makes you want to weep. “Do you need my cock, mommy?”

You feel like you haven’t enjoyed an orgasm in years, you’re so worked up, (though it was just a blink ago that you were riding his face), but you know how taxed his entire system must be. “Don’t worry about me, baby.” you smile, easing the strap out of him.

“Let me make you cum again.” a shiver thrums visibly through him when you pull out completely. “I can do it for you, I promise.”

He rolls over and pulls you closer, yanking at the straps holding your cock in place until they give way. “Sit on my cock, mommy. I know I can keep it hard for you a little longer.”

Listening to him beg you to ride him despite the fact that you know his cock is screaming for reprieve, sets your entire world on fire. “Fuck, Jakey...” you growl, sounding untamed and feral “You’re such a good boy.”

He nods and guides you down onto him, shuddering and nearly chewing holes into his beautiful lips as you begin to ride him hard and fast, fucking his cock as he fights to keep it from going soft inside you.

With rapt attention, you watch as two fat tears fall from his squeezed shut eyes, rolling down his temples to disappear into his hair.

“Are you crying, baby?” you taunt gently, pounding yourself down into his lap.

“It’s too...” he sucks in a sharp breath when you angel your hips. “....much. Please, mommy.”

“Please, what?” You taunt lovingly.

“Please cum...” his fingers are worrying bruises into your waist as they fight not to throw you off of his shivering cock.

“You first.” you know he can’t but you expect his reaction will be delectable.

He doesn’t disappoint. His eyes snap open beneath his sweating, furrowed brow. “No...I can’t. Please, please, please, please....”

The word begins to breathe out of him with every exhale and you let it guide you to your end, that beautiful pleading, you let it drag you under along with the head of his cock rutting against you just right deep inside.

The moment you collapse against him he shoves his hand between your sweaty bodies and pulls his cock free of your warm, wet grip with a sound you’ve never heard before, a sound that almost makes you yearn for round two...almost.

After a long, comfortable stretch of silence as you linger together in that breathtaking space only the two of you exist in, he rolls you off and tucks himself around you.

You know that soon the shower will be calling to you both, as will the kitchen for a cool drink, and maybe a shared midnight snack, but for now it is only you and Jake floating in the sea of each other.

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part II: groupie ☾

part III: cabin fever ☾

♁ the gemini report (jake kiszka, josh kiszka) ☾

♁ ophite (demon!jake, angel!josh) ☾

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His eyes scanned the whole room, looking anywhere but the girl who was chained up by her wrists. Her brown hair was stuck to her neck, her body glistening with sweat. He watched as she tried to pull herself up, trying to relieve the feeling of her dislocated wrists and sore muscles. The blood on her body, some dried and some fresh, filled the air with a thick coppery scent. Her head was covered by a black hood, hiding her identity.

“Please!” She cried, “I-I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care,” A distorted voice spoke. His face was all white, no features on it. He looked like a monster as Jake stared at him.

“I-I love him! I stopped feeding-” She was cut off by a harsh slap across her face. The faceless man walked over to her, and undid her chains, letting her body fall straight to the ground. The man grabbed her and put her on her knees.

“Kill her,” The man said to Jake.

“What?” Jake said, looking at the gun in his outstretched hand.

“Love destroys us. Look what it’s done to us already!” The man roared. Jake looked at the woman in front of him, her body clearly trembling. Jake’s eyes filled with tears as he looked between the woman he loved and the gun.

“No.” Jake said, “I can’t do it.”

“I said, fucking kill her!” The Man grabbed another gun, holding it to Jake’s head. Jake closed his eyes and let the tears fall freely down his face. He grabbed the offered gun, cocking it, and holding it against her head, “Hold her. I want you to hold her while you kill her. I want you to feel what love does to us.”

Jake kneeled down on the ground, taking the sobbing woman in his arms. He took the gun in his left hand, pointing the barrell against her head. She let out a loud cry when she heard the gun cock. Jake placed a kiss on her forehead, letting his lips linger.

“The reaper had mercy,” He whispered as he pulled the trigger. He felt her body convulse when the bullet buried in her skull, and then still. He felt the sprinkle of pink matter on his face.

“Uncover her.” The faceless man said. Jake laid her body down, and gently took off the hood.

“No! Baby, no!” Jake screamed, seeing Y/N’s lifeless face. The bullet hole buried into her precious skin, “Why didn’t you tell me it was her! You fucker!”

Jake turned to the faceless man, who now had a face. . .Francisco. Francisco smirked looking at Jake and his ex-lover’s body. He cocked the gun and pointed it back at Jake.

“You said you would protect her. . . and now look at what you did.”

Jake didn’t say anything as he bowed his head and waited for the bullet to kill him too.

— — —

“Jacob, wake up!” Y/N yelled, finally shaking him from his sleep. He sat up with a start, looking around. His body had a thin layer of sweat and his hair stuck to his forehead.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?“ He asked her to look over her body for injuries. Y/N shook her head, grabbing his face.

“I’m fine, baby. Are you okay?” She asked him sincerely. Jake looked into her eyes, he knew there was no point in lying to her, she would just press him until he told her the truth.

“It felt so fucking real,” He whispered, “It was like watching her die… but it was you instead.”

“Jake,” She sighed and pulled him into her body to hug him. He wrapped his arms around her middle, laying his head on her stomach, “It was just a dream, baby. I’m right here.”

“I know. It was just… real,” Jake mumbled. Y/N hummed, running her hands through his hair, “I don’t want to do anything for the rest of the day. I just wanna stay here, with you.”

“Yeah well… about that-“

“Y/N, quit sucking off your husband,” Your brother Gianni yelled, waltzing into the room. Jake quickly pushed off of her, scrambling out of the bed, “Whoa, hey, there’s no need for the saint act, brother.” Gianni laughed, “Get dressed, The Don is waiting to see you both.”

Jake waited a second after Gianni left before frantically running into the closet. He searched around for his best suit, something that would impress Rafael Santiago. He had never met the Don of Italy before in person, it had only been video calls and letters sent between the two.

“How could you not tell me your fucking father was here?!” Jake whispered as he came back into the bedroom to see Y/N with an amused grin on her face, “This isn’t funny!”

“Kinda is,” She smiled. Jake looked even more stressed at her calm demeanor. She sighed pushing up from her spot, and crawled over to where he stood by the edge of the bed. She sat up on her knees and draped her arms over his shoulders, “I didn’t know they were coming until last night when the Don called. He wasn’t going to fly in until the day of the wedding but he heard about Sophie being found.”

Jake sighed and put his hands on her hips. Last night had been rough for both of them. Jake had finally opened up about his past relationship with Katherine, and bared his soul to Y/N. Their private moment was interrupted by Sam running in to tell them Sophie had been found alive. She had pressed Sam about information until the early hours of the morning. Jake had to physically pull her from the office, watching the video of guards storming into the abandoned warehouse where they had tracked down Francisco. Except, all they found was Sophie, hung up by her hands, her feet dangling off the ground, looking rather dead. They were amazed she was still alive.

“I’m sorry,” Jake said, “How is she doing?”

“I-I’m not sure. Sam wouldn’t tell me anything more. I’m guessing it was for the best.”

“And Francisco?”

“Dead. Supposedly. Found a body off the Memphis Bridge.”

“Good.” Jake said and kissed her. He finished getting dressed as Y/N looked at him and bit her lip, “What? Do I not look okay? Is this too much? Oh my god, what if I’m overdoing-”

“Jake, I love you, but shut up.” Y/N giggled. Jake stopped in his tracks and looked at her, “What?”

“Say it again.”

“Say what? That I love you?”

“Yes.”

Y/N smiled and got off the bed, walking over to where he was standing in the doorway of the closet. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Jake’s hands went straight to her waist, “I love you, Jacob.”

A squeal left her lips as Jake picked her up, and her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked over to the bed and flopped down. She giggled as he peppered kisses on her tan skin, “You’re going to be late to meet my father.”

Jake pushed himself off the bed, fixing his suit before walking into the bathroom to brush his hair. Y/N decided to go change too, knowing her father would lose his mind if she walked downstairs in just Jake’s t-shirt and underwear. She peeked over at Jake, noticing his all black attire for the day. She dug in her closet, finding a pair of simple black dress pants, and a black button up. She grabbed a pair of black pumps and gold jewelry. Jake was brushing his teeth when she walked in, and his jaw dropped. He spit the toothpaste out and wiped his mouth.

“You gonna button that up more?” Jake asked, noticing the top two buttons undone. She looked at herself and shrugged.

“No.”

Jake shook his head, “Trying to kill me before we’re even legally married.”

“Of course,” Y/N smirked, “You know my history.”

Once they had both finished getting ready, they walked down the grand staircase hand in hand. Y/N could hear Gianni telling Danny about different ways to torture people. Paulo was the first one to spot the couple walking into the room, and nudged the Don. Rafael stood up from the couch, fixing his dark green suit jacket. He walked to Jake, and held his hand out, his eyes looking at his daughter, noticing the faint coloring on her face from her healing bruises. Rafael’s eyes flashed with anger, as he grabbed Jake’s shirt collar in his fists and slammed him up against the wall. Both sets of brothers moved quickly as Y/N gasped.

“I gave her to you to protect her! And you do that shit to her face!” Rafael yelled, his voice loud and thunderous, sending a shock wave through Jake.

“It was an accident, Rafael, he’s sorry!” Y/N said.

“Sorry for smashing your face open?” Rafael snickered, “I will fucking kill you for laying a hand on her.”

“And you’re much better?” Jake said back, “She forgave me for what I did, but she will never forgive you. You have spent every single moment for the last 24 years hating her for simply being your daughter. You have wanted her gone and dead from the moment she was placed in your arms. It’s obvious to everyone in this room how easily you gave her to us.”

Rafael clenched his jaw and released Jake’s collar, “You have a mouth on you that’ll get you killed.”

“If that means I protected her, then it’s worth it,” Jake said, fixing his collar, “It’s nice to officially meet you, Rafael.” Jake stuck his hand out and Rafael just glared at him, before turning to look at his daughter.

“See neither of you have killed yourselves or each other,” Rafael spoke.

“Love isn’t always a bad thing, Rafael,” Y/N spat.

Rafael laughed and shook his head, “You’re dumber than I thought. He doesn’t love you! He loves the power he gets from hurting you. From you succumbing to his requests. He might not have you chained up in a basement fucking you repeatedly, but that doesn’t make him any better than Franky. At least he knew how to run a mafia-”

Y/N gasped as Paulo struck their father across the face, cutting off the Don’s sentence. Sam and Narciso gasped, as Danny and Gianni moved to separate the father and son. Jake moved off the wall and over to Y/N, wrapping his arm around her waist.

“Well damn, Y/N, if I knew your family was this exciting I would’ve invited them over sooner,” Josh said. Y/N looked over at the curly haired man and glared at him, “Um, sorry. . . Let me get you some ice.”

Josh gently led the Don away from the foyer and into the kitchen. Y/N waited until she heard the door close before pushing off of Jake and grabbed Paulo by his collar, dragging him down to Jake’s office. Everyone followed quickly behind them, not wanting to miss any more drama.

“The fuck were you thinking?” Y/N yelled at her older brother, “Punching the Don?”

“Someone had to!” Paulo yelled, wringing his hand out, “Having you gone these past four weeks has made me realize something.”

“What? That your right hook is shit?”

“No,” Paulo rolled his eyes, “That I’ve been a shitty big brother. After hearing about Andrew, it made me stop and think. I’ve never been there for you, the way I should have. I apologize for everything I said at the hospital.”

Y/N looked her brother up and down, trying to recognize the man in front of her. Paulo has always been like her father, malicious and unforgiving. But to hear those words come out of his mouth was something she had waited to hear for years.

“I forgave you,” She said softly, “I did a long time ago. I never held any resentment towards you, I held it towards him and what he has done to this family.”

“The Don isn’t-”

“Not him. . . Francisco.” Y/N sighed, “I hate him for what he did to you, to Sophie, and to papa, and mom and-”

“And you.” Paulo said, “You are a victim of what he did too.”

Y/N nodded with tears in her eyes, as Paulo pushed off the desk he was leaning on and engulfed her in a tight hug. She stiffened at first, the feeling foreign, before melting into his touch. She closed her eyes as she melted into the hug. It only lasted a couple seconds before both siblings pulled back.

“Never hug me again,” Y/N laughed and Paulo shook his head smiling.

“I know. Felt kinda weird. Guess I need to like. . . push your face into the mud or something,” Paulo said, throwing his arm around her shoulders and walking out of the office.

Jake sent a look over to his fiancée and Y/N smiled. Paulo kissed her cheek before going over to talk with the rest of the Kiszka siblings. Y/N looked at all the men in the kitchen, a sight that should’ve made her feel safe. The strong Mafia men gathered around a table looking at various types of guns and ammo on the kitchen table would make anyone feel safe, except it sent a cold shiver down her spine.

— — —

It didn’t take a lot of convincing for Jake to let Y/N go to the hospital to see Sophie. He knew if he didn’t let her go, she would just ask Gianni. It took more convincing to let her go alone, without guards. Jake agreed to letting her go into the hospital without guards, but she was to be driven there with guards.

The hospital was in the heart of the city, and the guards dropped her off at the back entrance, giving her instructions where to locate Sophie’s room. They hadn’t told her much about her condition, but from what Y/N gathered, Sophie's injuries were probably much like hers. Her heels clicked as she walked down the stark white hallway, finding the room that the guards told her Sophie was in.

Y/N took a deep breath, preparing for the worst as she pushed the door open to her best friend’s hospital room. She was prepared to see the sight that had been burned into her mind. She was prepared to be almost looking in the mirror but she was shocked at what she did see. Sophie’s eyes were trained on the TV, watching some stupid day time television show. She looked perfectly fine, the only sign that something was wrong was the gauze wrapped around both her wrists.

“Sophie. . . “ Y/N called out to her gently. Sophie didn’t dare move her sight from the TV as Y/N walked in. Y/N took in every single detail about her. She was starting to doubt that it was her Francisco that took Sophie. Francisco was evil, and a creature of habit, “Sophie,” She called out again.

“I’m here,” Sophie whispered, not taking her eyes off the TV still. She felt the warmth of Y/N standing next to her, and pulling a chair up, “He said you’d probably be shocked. He didn’t beat my face like he did with you.”

Y/N sat down silently in the chair, just taking in the sight of her friend. She didn’t know what to think or even say. Sophie’s face was untouched, not a single scar on her face. There was nothing that gave way of the evil that she had endured for weeks while they were searching for her. The only thing that was different was Sophie’s blue eyes seemed to be a shade darker, as they stayed frozen on the TV.

“Sophie, I’m so sorry-”

“He also said you’d say that. Say that you’re sorry for letting him live, letting him escape from Gianni, letting him take me, and Isabella.” Sophie looked from the TV screen to Y/N. She lifted her hand, running her fingers gently over the scar on her face, “You used to be pretty, so fucking pretty. I used to get jealous when we’d go out that all the guys would look at you first. But he fixed that. . . gave the rest of us a chance.”

Y/N snatched her wrist, and Sophie grunted at the tight grip, “Whatever he told you is a bunch of bullshit lies.”

“He didn’t tell me anything that I already didn’t know. That you’re a selfish liar. Always have been and always will be. You’re the reason why innocent people have gotten their blood splattered on your doorstep.”

“You know that’s not true. I am just as much a victim of his, as you are, as Isabella is, as my-”

“Your mother? That whore had been trying to get with him since day one. You were all just too fucking blind to see it.”

Y/N pushed herself up from her chair, not wanting to hear anything else that came out of Sophie’s mouth. Even though she looked like her best friend, the words coming out of her mouth were from someone who had been brainwashed. Sophie’s eyes looked at Y/N, before drifting back to the TV, like nothing had happened. Y/N shook her head, and turned to leave, her hand reached for the door when Sophie spoke up.

“I hope you have a nice wedding,”

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine at Sophie’s words. She shook her head, as she pulled the door open and stepped through it out into the hallway. She took a couple deep breaths, shaking out her hands before walking down the hallway back the way she came. Y/N knew in her heart that the words Sophie said weren’t her true words, but that didn’t mean they stung any less. Y/N felt her eyes clouding over with tears as her body ran into another.

“Oh, sorry,” Y/N apologized quickly, feeling the person grab her sides to steady her.

“You should really watch where you’re going, doll,” Her face turned pale as she looked at the man in front of her, not sure if she was dreaming or not, “What’s wrong? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Franky. . .”

“In the flesh, doll. Look at you, guess I wasn’t the only one who tried to fix your face.” Francisco spoke, and her hands went straight to her nose, and felt the scar on the bridge of her nose, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, still fucking beautiful as ever.”

“Why are you here? Why now, after all these years?”

“I can’t sit back and watch you marry a man you don’t even love. He can’t protect you, Y/N. I mean, look what happened to dear Andrew, we took him out pretty easily.”

“You monster.”

“Oh, look in the mirror, doll. We’re one and the same, you and me. You’re the reason poor, poor Isabella was killed. Such a shame, honestly, I can see why Jake liked her so much. That nice, tight pussy-”

Francisco’s words were cut off by Y/N slapping him across the face. He moaned at the pain and looked at her, his eyes filled with lust. Y/N felt like she was back in that warehouse, being chained up as he overpowered her body over and over.

“Still one for the little dramatics aren’t you,” Francisco growled out, “Have a nice wedding, doll. . .”

— — —

The Santiago and Kiszka men were sitting around the table in their conference room when Y/N came storming in. Rafael stood up quickly, going to scold her, but noticed the panic expression on his daughter’s face. Jake stood up next to Rafael, and moved over to engulf Y/N in his arms. She let out a shaky sob as Jake rubbed her back, and sent a glare to the two young guards who walked in behind her.

“What the fuck did you two fuckers do?” Gianni asked, his jaw clenching and hands shaking, his telltale sign he was ready to draw some blood.

“N-Nothing Gianni, I mean Sir, I mean Mister-” A young guard stuttered out as Gianni scaled him up and down.

“Okay, shut the fuck up, or I’m gonna get violent. You wanna see me get fucking violent!?”

“Gianni, enough,” Rafael said, cutting off his middle son, “What happened?”

“He’s fucking here! He was at the hospital, just watching her. H-He stopped me in the hallway and-” Y/N lifted her head up from Jake’s chest to look at her father.

“Who? Who are you talking about, love?” Jake said, holding her at arm's length and looking into her brown eyes which were filled with fear.

“Francisco. . .”

“Son of a bitch,” Paulo cursed, “Right under our fucking noses! How did you let this happen?” Paulo pointed at his younger brother.

“Me?!” Gianni exclaimed, “What about these fuckers? They’re the ones who were supposed to be watching her. I thought you actually learned something being over in Ire-”

“Don’t fucking challenge me,” Danny said speaking up and glaring at Gianni.

“Okay! Enough!” Jake shouted, gaining control over the room, “Did you two see anything?”

“Hospital was clear, sir. We had cars posted up at all exits. No one saw him come in or out.” A guard reported.

“And now?” Jake asked.

“We’ve got guards posted outside of Miss Dubios' room. Still no sight of him.”

“Danny, Sam,”

“I already got into the security cameras at the hospital and the ones across the street,” Sam said looking at his laptop. Narciso leaned over his shoulder, watching the cameras closely.

“See if there are any cameras in that parking garage over there,” Narciso pointed at the concrete building.

“I’ll get some bodies to roam around both here and at the hospital. I’ll check the SUVs for bugs or devices,” Danny said, pushing up from his spot and heading outside, the two guards and Gianni following behind him.

Rafael looked over at Jake, proud of how he was handling this whole situation. What he didn’t like was the fear and fright that was etched into his daughter’s face, or the way she clung to Jake like he might disappear. Rafael had never seen her this scared before, it was a new sight for him. Usually, Y/N hid her emotions or Rafael just didn’t care enough to read them. But the fear and anxiety was rolling off of her in waves, crashing into everyone around them.

“We’ll find him, love,” Jake said, pressing a kiss to the top of her forehead, “I promise. Nothing is gonna happen to you, okay.” Y/N nodded and Jake pulled her back into his chest, running his hands down her back, and leaning his chin on top of her head. Rafael gave him a small nod, before quietly walking out of the room, leaving the two lovers alone.

— — —

Rafael hadn’t always hated love. He once loved it. He loved everything about being in love. The way someone’s face would light up, their smile growing big, their eyes growing lighter, their body language shifting. He was once that person, every time a young Serafina Cavani would walk into a room. Her bright, gentle smile was warm enough to melt the cold heart of the soon to be mafia leader. Rafael’s father warned him about marrying for love, that it always ended in tragedy, but he refused to listen. He should’ve known that their story was too good to be true.

Rafael stood on the balcony, letting the warm summer night air whip past him. He watched as his only daughter directed the boys around, making last minute placements for chairs and flowers before the big day. Rafael took a drink of his whisky, letting the bitter taste run down his throat.

“You’ve done a good job,” Jake said, walking out onto the balcony, snapping The Don out of his thoughts, “She’s an incredible woman.”

“I’m not the one to thank for that,” Rafael said, “It’s all her mother. She would give anything to be here.” Rafael pulled out his pocket watch, flipping open the cover to a picture of Serafina and him on their wedding day, and showed it to Jake, “Freshly twenty-two, the both of us. Had no fucking clue what we were getting ourselves into.” He closed the watch and stuck it back in his pocket, “I thought I’d have some years to settle, make a life with my woman before I took over. But I watched my mother and father get assassinated right in front of me. That changes a young man.”

“I know. I’ve seen what that kind of damage can do to someone,” Jake’s eyes drifted out to Danny, who’s smile never quite reached his eyes as he was helping Sam hang up some flowers, “Despite everything, she’s still so amazing.”

“She’s a better person than I’ll ever be. I continue to learn from her,” Rafael said bowing his head, “When she was born, all I saw in her eyes was her mother. She looks exactly like her, and it was a constant reminder every single day of what I lost. What I caused. I knew she never loved Francisco, but I pushed and pushed her until she broke. The day she went missing, I told everyone not to search for her, that she was just being dramatic. . . but I knew something was wrong.”

Rafael let out a shaky breath, “In four days he managed to do. . . all that. And if I would’ve just listened to my boys and to Andrew, none of that would’ve happened.”

Jake placed his hand softly on The Don’s shoulder as he wept softly. It was uncommon for men in their line of work to break down like this, but Y/N stood in the doorway, watching her father bare his true soul, something she had never seen him do. Rafael Santiago was not the strong man he once was, he was broken down, beaten, and tired. Jake moved softly, as Y/N quietly walked over to her father. She replaced Jake’s hand on Rafael’s shoulder, causing him to look up at his daughter.

“Tesoro-”

“I forgive you.”

Rafael quickly wrapped her in his arms and hugged her tightly. Y/N closed her eyes, taking in the feeling of being in her father’s arms. She had longed for this moment for years. She couldn’t remember the last time he had hugged her, or anyone for that matter. She felt him shudder out a sob and she let her own tears fall down her cheeks.

“Papa?”

“Yes, tesoro?”

“Will you give me away tomorrow?”

Rafael pulled back from the hug, and wiped her tears from her face. He gave her a genuine smile, “Of course I will.”

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basiccortez · 3 years ago

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warnings: THIS IS AN AU, a work of fiction. this chapter contains: mentions of physical assault, mentions of sexual violence, mentions of torture, mentions of suicide, physical violence, stabbing.

When Emile first met the Kiszkas, Jake and Josh were newborns. Their mother was stressed out with having two small babies, and being the female face of the growing mafia. Emile had seen the good and the ugly with the Kiszka children, helping basically raise them. She tended to turn a blind eye to the evil things Jake had done, but she couldn’t ignore the bruised face of the girl that sat at her breakfast table.

Emile didn’t say anything, eyeing Jake down with a cold stare that sent shivers down his body. She paid extra attention to Y/N, asking if she was okay, and if there was anything she could do to help her heal quicker. Y/N just wanted to lay in bed, being up and around made her head pound. Emile agreed and went up to draw her a warm bath and place some pajamas and a blanket in the dryer so they would be warm when they got out.

Everyone had cleared from the table, except Jake, who had felt much like a small child, waiting to be scolded. He loved Emile, he’d even admit, more than his own mother sometimes. He never wanted her to see the dark things that he had done. He hated seeing her broken heart and judgemental eyes as she looked at him. Emile cleared the table, trying to keep her calm, and bite her tongue but she couldn’t. Emile sighed as she picked up a plate and looked over at Jake.

“I don’t say a lot about what you do, simply because it’s none of my business, but Jake,” Emile spoke, and slammed the plate down, making him jump, “What the hell did you do to that poor girl? Hasn’t she been through enough torture? You are going to be her husband, her protector. . . not the man who slams her face into a table.”

Jake looked up at Emile, his eyes glassy, “I know.” His voice was small, as he felt like sinking into his chair and hiding away from Emile’s stare.

“You don’t ever lay a hand on her. No matter how much she makes you angry. You have seen things no child should ever have to see, I know there is darkness around your heart, but this isn’t you Jake. This isn’t the Jacob I raised.”

“I-I know.”

“Do you?” Emile sighed, and picked up the plate she had slammed down, “Act like it then. I know this is a shitty deal, and your heart still hurts from being broken, but show her what it means to be safe, for once in her life.”

“How? Everyone woman I’ve ever loved, t-they-”

“Love is scary, Jake. And if it wasn’t then everyone would be in love with the first person they see on the street. You let your heart heal, baby. You let her in, let her see you with your walls down.”

“What can I do right now?”

“Take some tylenol up for her. Her poor nose and face have got to be hurting her. I also placed some blankets and pajamas in the dryer, you can take those up too.”

Jake nodded as Emile turned to go into the kitchen to finish cleaning, “Thank you.”

“It’s my job, sweetpea.”

— — —

Jake sat on the masterbed fiddling with his thumbs as he waited for Y/N to get out of her bath. He had never been nervous before, but after hearing her open up briefly to Sam, and the talk with Emile, he was ready to open up. Jake had spent years suppressing his emotions, he had basically been trained to. Good leaders learn to put their emotions away, and not let them bother them. Jake never let himself feel, the one time he did had ended in tragedy.

He sat up straighter as the door to the bathroom slid open, and Y/N stepped out, towel drying her hair. She gasped at the sight of him, fear filling her eyes. Immediate guilt flooded into Jake’s body, as she took a step back into the bathroom. He didn’t get a good look at her earlier, but now he could see the damage he had done to her. Her nose was swollen, purple and blue bruising stretched under her eyes, and a prominent cut on the bridge of her nose stuck out.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Jake said softly and Y/N shook her head.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Doll, I’m-”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” She yelled, catching Jake off guard, “You fucking call me that and all I can fucking think of is him. Is that what you want? Everytime you call me that stupid fucking pet name to think of what he did? What he fucking ruined?”

“You aren’t ruined.”

“I am!” Y/N cried, throwing her towel down, “You don’t even know half the shit he did. He fractured me, but you continue to break me.”

Jake shook his head and looked down at his hands, “That’s not what I wanted. This whole thing isn't how I wanted it.”

“Me either.”

“And no matter how many times I say it, you won’t believe me, but I am sorry.”

“What changed your heart, Jacob? Hearing me say I want to throw myself over the balcony or because I called you his name?”

“Neither. . . it was Katherine,” Jake said, peering up at her. Y/N looked down at her feet before taking a soft step forward. She had never brought up the female’s name since the night after the fight club. She knew that it was obviously a soft spot for him, and she didn’t want to make him more angry by poking the bear, “I loved her, actually, I think I still do. After everything that happened, I didn’t think I could love again, or feel that. I’m terrified of letting you get close cause I don’t want to have to tell your father I couldn’t protect you.”

Y/N nodded, and sat down on the bed, leaving space in between them. She laid her hand down in the middle of the mattress and Jake did the same, their pinkies touching. They sat in silence, letting the weight of everything settle around them. There was still something unspoken in the air, the monster hiding under the bed, the skeletons in the closet, but neither of them knew where to begin. Jake looked over at her, the bruising on her face making him feel sick.

“Andrew doesn’t think it’s broken,” Y/N said, her eyes still trained on the wall in front of her, “He said he would check again tomorrow when the swelling goes down. I’ve had a broken nose, so I don’t think it’s broken either.”

“That’s good, I guess.” Jake cleared his throat, “Sam, Josh and Danny are out for the day. They went up to Gallatin to look for Dante at his old lady’s place.”

“And why do we care about some little lousy street gang?”

“Since your future husband decided to blow up some of that lousy little street gang’s stock houses,” Jake smirked. Y/N looked over at him and glared, “Sorry. . . Dante roughed up some of the whores-”

“Don’t call them that.”

“Sorry, again, girls. The man you saw us with on your first night, he was a part of Dante’s crew. We dropped him off as a gift. Dante is pissed, he wants his revenge. We gotta off him before he does that.”

“And you sent three men to lure him out?”

“Three of my best,” Jake said, taking some offense, and sticking his chest out, “Josh made up the plan, Dante is greedy as fuck, he’s gonna lure him out like a cash pig, and then Danny will step in and finish him off.”

“How long will that take?”

“Not sure, probably all day. Danny is… very skilled in his craft,” Jake smirked and Y/N shivered, “He’s no Gianni Santiago, but he’s up there for most demented fucker I know.”

“He’s so… gentle though. It genuinely scared me when I saw him kill that man.” Y/N spoke and Jake nodded.

“He’s a dark kid, he’s seen some shit no one should ever have to see. He’s got ghosts. You remind me a lot of him, two broken souls drifting in the wind, trying to grab on to anything to help them stay above the tide.”

Jake looked at her, his eyes searching into hers. He could see the coldness behind them, but he also saw the scared little girl she tried to push away. He had seen that look before, once in his own eyes as he stared at himself in the mirror. Jake carefully picked up her hand, lacing their fingers together, and giving her a gentle squeezing. She looked down at their conjoined hands and a shy smile pulled at her lips.

“It’s just us today,” Jake spoke, “I know you haven’t had much time to plan this impending wedding so… I’m at your service today, I’ll do whatever you tell me.”

“Anything?”

“Within moderation.”

Y/N pushed off the bed, letting go of his hand and walking to her closet. Jake watched as she reached on her tiptoes to get a beat up old composition notebook with a duct taped cover. He eyed her curiously as she walked back over and sat down next to him.

“My wedding book,” She giggled and opened the cover, “Everything I ever dreamed about, I wrote it all down.”

Jake took the notebook from her softly, and flipped through the torn pages. He laughed at the invite that was taped to the front page:

Please Join Us for the wedding of

Prince Harry, the Duke of Sussex

and

Y/N M/N Santiago

“I think you’re a little too late for this one, love.” Jake said and Y/N laughed at the invite.

“One can only hope.”

Jake closed the notebook softly and looked over at her, “Looks like we got a lot of work ahead of us.”

— — —

The two had spent the whole day next to each other, working on various tasks for the wedding. The dining room table had been taken over by papers, and color samples. Jake had confirmed the guest list address with the information Sam had gathered, and Y/N carefully designed each one of them to perfection, making sure to incorporate the dark maroon color Jake insisted on having. They picked out flower arrangements, settling on blood red carnations and white roses. Jake had also set up a suit fitting for him and the boys. Y/N desperately tried reaching out to Sophie, knowing she’d rather die than not have her best friend standing up at the altar with her.

“Fuck,” She sighed, throwing her phone on the desk. It had been over three months since Y/N had spoken to Sophie. She had called her every day, and sent a mass of text messages updating the missing girl on things that were happening, but everything was the same: radio silence and straight to voicemail, “When will Sam be back?”

“I’m not sure, why? What’s wrong?” Jake said, looking over at her. She avoided his eyes and just shook her head. She remembered what Sam had warned her about, and would much rather stay on Jake’s good side, “You think your father would be okay if we just had a regular priest instead of a Catholic one?”

“Do you want to be shot on sight?” Y/N said in a joking matter, but Jake just shook his head quickly. She shuffled awkwardly and sat up straighter, “Needs to be Catholic. He’s okay if we get married in the backyard and not in a Cathedral, but he’ll off us both if there’s not a whole ass Catholic ceremony.”

“Sounds like a done deal to me then,” Jake said, closing the contact book in his hands. He set the book down, and looked at Y/N. His eyes taking in every bit of her, every scar, every blemish, every identifying feature. She glanced at him slightly, feeling his stare on her, “Tell me about your mother.”

“What do you want to know?” Y/N sighed, abandoning her project of trying to find a bridesmaid dress for her missing friend. She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest, looking Jake up and down.

“I just don’t know much about you,” Jake shrugged, “I know what Sam had dug up, but that’s it. Who’s the real Y/N Santiago? Tell me.”

Y/N nodded, “My mother, God I don’t even know where to begin. . .”

Y/N and Jake sat for hours in the office, just listening to one another share who they are. Y/N spoke about her mother, how beautiful and smart she was, how important her parents' marriage was to the way the Italian Crime Families were run, and how tragic her death was.

Y/N danced around the topic of Francisco, but Jake could sense the fear in the way she spoke. Jake had gathered from the info Sam had pulled that Y/N was there when Francisco killed her mother. Another man held her down as Francisco beat and tortured her mother, forcing Y/N to watch.

Jake changed the topic, talking about his parents, who were hiding overseas in Ireland. He talked about his childhood, how everything was somewhat normal until his father survived an assaisnation attempt, and that’s when they started training Jake to become the face of the Kiszka Mafia. He also danced around a harsh topic: Katherine. Y/N’s mind was screaming to ask him about the female whose name fell so easily past his lips, but her heart told her not to, to let him tell her on his own terms.

Jake had opened a bottle of wine, pouring them both a glass and setting the bottle down in between them. Y/N also talked about Andrew and Sophie. Jake smiled at the way she lit up and got much more animated when talking about those two. Her eyes were bright, and uncontrollable giggles fell past her pink lips as she told a story of how she and Sophie had run away from Andrew, telling him they were in Argentina when they were really in Brazil. Jake couldn’t help but laugh as Y/N snorted in laughter, and then broke into a painful moan, holding her nose.

“Oh fuck, shit, this hurts,” Y/N groaned and continued to laugh. Jake tensed up as she tried to laugh through the pain, “Sophie would be fucking dying right now if she were here. She could tell that story so much better than I can.”

“So they are your people,” Jake said and Y/N nodded.

“The only two on this whole planet who gave a shit if I was breathing or not.” Y/N said sadly, “After my mother and everything, I lost myself. I lost who I was, my worth. Sophie and Andrew helped reestablish that. They made me feel safe, made me feel loved.”

“I know what you mean, my brothers were like your Andrew and Sophie. After I lost Katherine, I completely shut down. They helped build me back together.”

Y/N placed her hand on his and rubbed her thumb over the back of it. Jake smiled at the small gesture before pushing himself up from the desk, looking at the empty bottle of red wine.

“More?” He asked, nodding to the bottle.

“Sure,” Y/N sighed in content, leaning back in the chair. Jake nodded, standing up and taking the empty bottle to replace it with a full one. Y/N watched him leave, and went back to looking at the wedding plans. Her eyes scanned over the first draft of the seating chart as Jake’s phone rang. Her breath caught in her throat seeing the caller ID.

“Do you mind getting that, babe?” Jake called out to her. Y/N reached across the dark wooden table, grabbing his phone and swiping the answer button.

“Rafael,” Y/N answered. She could hear her father gasp in surprise, “What do we owe the call?”

“You’re answering his phone now? You work quickly, Y/N.” The Don spoke and Y/N rolled her eyes, “I called to speak to Jacob, where is he?”

“Working. Whatever you can say to him you can say to me.”

“Andrew around?”

The mention of the girl’s bodyguard had her shifting uncomfortably. She could hear it in her father’s tone, he was hiding something. Y/N had learned over the years how to read her father, picking out his tells. His voice always sounded softer and he avoided answering questions when he was hiding something.

“Also working. What’s going on?”

“That Jake?” Y/N could hear Gianni’s voice in the background. She closed her eyes and could hear all three of the Santiago brothers in the background. Jake appeared from the kitchen, setting the wine bottle down, with a puzzled look on his face, “You tell him about Sophie and the Francisco spotting?”

Y/N was positive her heart stopped beating. That the blood in her body had frozen and she fell into shock. Jake grabbed the phone from her quickly, holding up to his ear, speaking in a hushed tone to her father and brothers. His eyes read her the best he could, but she sat frozen in her spot. Jake hung up the phone, setting it down and moving over to her. He kneeled in front of her, touching her softly. She jumped and Jake held his hands up.

“It’s okay,” Jake said softly, “Can I touch you?” Y/N shook her head, “Okay, okay, um. . . so, Francisco kidnapped Sophie about 6 weeks ago when she got to Greece. Between Sam and Narciso, they’ve been looking all over the damn world for a hit on her. Recently they noticed there has been movement in Francisco’s bank account.”

“H-He’s here?” Y/N spoke up, her voice cracking. Jake looked at her, and his heart broke. The look in her eyes was nothing but pure fear. He wished he could rewind the clock by three minutes, and decided to pick up his phone instead of her. Jake tested the waters, placing his hand on her knee gently.

“We don’t know. I have my tech nerds and Sam looking into him daily, wherever he is, he knows we are looking for him. We’ll find them both, Sophie and Francisco. None of us, and I mean it, are going to let anything happen to you.”

Y/N nodded softly, taking Jake’s hand in hers. For once, looking into his brown eyes she felt a little bit safer. Jake pushed himself up from the ground, and pulled her into a hug. She was caught off guard, he hadn’t ever touched her like this before. Every time Jake had placed a hand on her, it was always with an ill intention. But having his arms wrapped around her, holding her securely to his body felt. . . different. She pulled back softly and looked at him, his messy brown hair falling down his shoulders.

“Can we go swimming?” Y/N asked softly.

“Swim? Like in the pool?”

“Nah, Jacob, in the fucking river.”

“Smart ass,” Jake smirked pointing his finger at her, “Sure, go change.”

“I think I’m good,” Y/N returned his smirk and walked over to the sliding glass doors that opened up to the patio and the infinity pool. Jake watched her closely, as her dainty hands gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. His breath caught in his throat, watching as she stripped down to her bra and underwear. He smirked, noticing the red color as she ran and jumped into the pool. Jake watched as she surfaced, pushing her hair out of her eyes, letting it float around in the water.

“Coming in?”

“Would you hate me if I didn’t?”

“I already hate you.”

“Ouch, that hurt sweetheart,” Jake said, placing a hand over his heart. He walked over to a pool chair and began kicking off his shoes and socks. Y/N bit her lip as he undid his button up, his back flexing as he pulled it off his tan body. She admired his toned stomach and arms, as he undid his belt, sliding his black dress pants down his legs. Jake walked over to her, slipping into the pool, careful to not get his hair wet.

“Kinda cold,” Jake said shivering.

“Warmer if you would just go under,” Y/N encouraged. Jake smirked and stepped forward, diving under the water, and grabbing her foot, making her gasp as she fell under water with him. Jake surfaced and Y/N soon after, breaking out into a fit of giggles.

“Are you feeling better?” Jake asked her, “I’m sorry for not telling you about Sophie.”

“It’s probably better that you didn’t,” Y/N sighed as she swam over to the side of the pool. She leaned her arms on the side, looking out into the garden below the patio. She could see the sparkle of the white roses in the moonlight, “Ya know I was just thinking.” Jake swam over to the side, positioning himself next to her.

“Uh-oh.”

“Shut up,” Y/N laughed, splashing him.

He chuckled, “What were you thinking? I hope it didn’t involve punching people in the face.”

“Not this time,” Y/N smiled, “I was just thinking that I don’t want our first kiss to be in front of my brothers and father.”

Jake did a double take, looking at her. He gulped and moved a little bit closer to her, his arm touching against her’s, “We can fix that, i-if you want-t.” He cursed himself for stuttering on his words. Y/N picked her head up and looked over at him. He pushed off the wall grabbing her body and pulling her into him. She let out a shaky breath, as Jake carefully brought his hand up to her face, running his knuckle over the scar that ran across it.

“So pretty,” Jake whispered.

Y/N shook her head, “Anything but that.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Well clearly, you gave me a free nose job.”

“Y/N-”

“Sorry, sorry, tough subject.”

Jake rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her so they were chest to chest. He could feel her heart pick up and start pounding, “You talk a lot.”

He leaned in slowly, being careful of her nose, and placed a featherlight kiss upon her pink lips. He went to pull back, but Y/N grabbed onto his hair, pulling his lips back to her’s. Jake relaxed into the kiss, letting his hands run over the smooth skin of her body. She pulled back, resting her forehead against his. Her fingers tapped against his cheek as they held each other.

“Y/N I-”

“Jake!” The sound of running footsteps caused them to separate as a frantic looking Josh came running out to the patio.

“What happened?”

“Why didn’t you check your phone!? I called you! It’s bad.” Was all Josh said, before running back into the house. Jake and Y/N shared a look before quickly climbing out of the pool, grabbing towels and following Josh into the main part of the house. She gasped as she saw the sight in front of her. A barely conscious Danny, his face beaten and bloody, holding a growing seeping wound on his side. Sam tried his best to hold his friend up, but was struggling.

“What the fuck happened?” Jake said, walking over to them, and holding Danny’s face in his hands.

“I-it wasn’t just Dante, he was there too. They blindsided us, we were basically defenseless.” Sam grunted. Josh took Danny’s other arm and wrapped it around his shoulders. Andrew had already slipped past them, running up the stairs and grabbing his first aid kit, so he could patch Danny up.

“Take him down to my office, I’ll be right there,” Jake said to them and Josh nodded, shuffling Danny down the hallway.

“Jake, I-” Y/N started to speak but was cut off by Jake facing her and holding his hand up.

“You better pray that he lives, otherwise, his blood is on your hands.”

— — —

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warning: THIS IS AN AU, a work of fiction. this chapter contains very heavy content, please read with caution. guns, drugs, physical violence, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of torture, mentions of suicide, domestic violence.

the scene in italics contains detailed description of domestic violence, physical assault, and vague description of sexual assault. please skip if any of those topics is triggering to you.

Jake could hardly remember the night of the fight. He did however remember waking up in his navy blue suit on the master bathroom floor, a puddle of his own vomit next to him. His head felt like someone had repeatedly slammed it into a door, as he stumbled out of the bathroom still drunk. He took notice of the bed, still made to perfection, and not a single sight of Y/N. Jake sighed, rubbing his head as the memory of her frightened eyes and broken scream for him to stop beating up Nate came back to him.

Jake could count the times he regretted doing something, and this was one of them. He felt like a dick for scaring her and stumbling in her room drunk. He could usually hold his alcohol, but there was something about being compared to that monster that sent him over the edge.

Jake made his way down stairs to the kitchen as he heard hushed voices speaking. Y/N leaned against the counter, a coffee mug in her hands as she talked to Sam, a worried expression on her face. Her eyes glanced over to Jake, staggering into the kitchen, and her words stopped. She nodded over to Jake and Sam turned around.

“I’m glad you’re alive,” Sam said, handing him a cup of coffee.

“Y/N…” Jake spoke up but she shook her head, placing her mug down and walking out of the room. Jake tried to reach out to her but she ignored him. Jake looked back over to his younger brother, who just shrugged, “What even happened?”

Josh whistled as he walked into the kitchen, and paused looking at his disheveled twin, “You got some uh… vomit on your collar.”

Jake groaned and left the room, going to his room to shower. Josh looked at Sam, who was casually sipping his coffee.

“What happened? Why aren’t they talking? And why does it look like he crawled out from a distillery?” Josh questioned.

“He got plastered last night after the whole ‘Francisco’ thing. Showed up at her door, professed his love, called her Katherine, and threw up on himself.” Sam explained.

“Katherine? He really said that?” Josh asked.

“Yeah… Josh,” Sam sighed looking around the room, “Y/N asked me last week to look into Sophie, a-and I did… but I wish I didn't.”

“Why? Where is she? Running with the enemy in Ireland?”

“No… Josh, it’s bad. Worse than we originally thought. I reached out to Paulo about it already but,” Sam grabbed the ipad that rested on the counter. Josh took it, flipping through the images and videos that were on the screen, “I thought it was just a bunch of shit, like propos and stuff, but the more I looked it’s not-“

The tortured screams that played through the speakers of the device made both boys jump. Josh quickly turned the video off, having seen too much of it. He looked around the kitchen before taking a step closer.

“Who else knows Francisco is in Nashville and has Sophie?”

“No one but us.”

“Good. Keep it that way.”

— — —

The dingy dark alley smelled of stale alcohol and piss. The entry door was hidden along the brick walls, if you blinked you could miss it. Several prostitutes lingered in the alley, fixing themselves or waiting for their next customer to arrive. The inside of the old meat locker wasn’t much better than outside. There was the lingering smell of dead animals and processing chemicals that seemed to be permanently stained into the walls. Bloody chains and tables were still evident and were going to be put to use.

Francisco had gotten to Nashville months prior to hearing about the dreaded Santiago and Kiszka wedding. He knew after his breakup with Y/N, it was only a matter of time until The Don played matchmaker, setting his unruly daughter up with one of the Mafia world’s finest bachelors. Francisco hated it. He hated the idea of her being forced into something he knew she didn’t want. He knew her better than anyone. He also knew he had a short window of time to do anything he could to get her back. Did they think he wouldn't be smart enough to follow her? He knew her every move before anyone else did. He had studied her, and if given an exam, he would pass with flying colors.

The sound of his boots echoed loudly as he walked through the dark open area. A single light shone above the battered girl chained up to a chair. Her blonde hair was matted with blood, her face bruised and broken up, her blue eyes bloodshot with tears. He nodded to his assistant to remove the tape from her mouth.

"Help-!" She yelled before being cut off with a harsh hand striking her across the face.

"What did I fucking say about crying!?" He yelled at her, "No one can fucking hear you, and once I get her back, you're going to be another worthless body, you fucking understand?"

The frightened girl nodded, tears falling down her face. Sophie had been in Francisco’s capture for the past three weeks. She had been wishing she was dead for the past three weeks too. She had never touched foot in Greece, despite telling her family that she had made it safely. Francisco made sure to send a picture update every other day so her family didn’t get too worried about her.

“My little Sophie,” Francisco tsked, running his ring finger down her face. The cool metal of the ring stung as it dragged down her hot bloody cheek, “She’s gonna marry that fucker.”

“Y-you know The Don better than any of us,” Sophie croaked out. Her throat was badly bruised, the shape of a hand prominent on it, “You knew he would do this.”

“Shut the hell up,” Francisco said, clenching his jaw, “Fuck!” He yelled, pushing away from her. She watched as he walked around muttering to himself, running his hand through his brown locks, pulling at them with frustration, “That was supposed to be me! I am supposed to be her husband!”

“She will never marry you,” Sophie whispered. Francisco snapped his head towards her. She held her breath as he walked over to her.

“Sophie, Sophie, Sophie. . . How have we not learned what happens when we talk back?” He said in a mocking tone. The girl’s body instantly tensed up in fear, flashbacks of the last time she got to speak filling her mind, “Do we need another visit to the ‘Gauntlet’?”

“Please, no!” Sophie cried out, feeling the painful remembrance of torture in her body. She had felt like she was just starting to heal from the last time she visited the Gauntlet. She had spent days tied to the chair in both physical and mental pain. She had been robbed of her sense of sight, sitting in complete darkness, as she felt her body slowly heal itself. Francisco smiled as he walked over to his speaker, pressing play on the same torturous song that had been playing over and over. The familiar sound of Joaquin Phoenix’s version of ‘Cocaine Blues’ filled the room, drowning out Sophie’s cries.

“Seems like we haven’t quite beaten the bitchiness out of you. You just can’t keep your pretty little mouth fucking shut, can you?” Francisco sneered. He straddled her legs, running his hands over her broken face. She closed her eyes, not daring to look at him. He was like Medusa, turning her into stone with one look, “I will get her back and then. . . I'll kill you. I’ll make her watch just like I made her watch me tear apart her mother.”

“Gianni should’ve fucking torn you apart when he had the chance,” Sophie spat, “I will never tell you where she is.”

Francisco’s eyes turned a darker shade, a crazed look in his eye. He stood up from her and wrapped his hand around her throat. She had become so used to the feeling that it didn’t even scare her anymore, she had learned how to breathe with the crushing weight against her trachea. Francisco leaned down, dragging his lips over the shell of her ear. She whimpered at the feeling.

“I hope you learn to listen this time,” He smiled and walked away from her. His assistant looked the girl up and down before moving towards her. The screams that left her lips vibrated off the walls and were cut off by a gag being put over her mouth.

— — —

It took roughly three days for Y/N to even be in the same room as Jake. Every advance he tried to make on her was ignored, leaving Jake even more confused, and anger slowly started to rise in him. On the third day, he had finally had enough of her childish behavior and stopped her in the hallway.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Jake seethed.

Y/N looked down at his hand wrapped around her bicep. Jake slowly took his hand off of her and backed away. The stare from her was cold, and made Jake feel like a child.

“My problem is that you beat a man nearly to death, and then blamed it on me,” Y/N said and Jake rolled his eyes.

“Get the fuck over it doll, haven’t you had enough fucking blood on your hands, what’s a little bit more going to do?”

Y/N shook her head, feeling tears well up behind her eyes. She pushed away from him, continuing on her path down the hall towards her room. Jake sighed, leaning up against the wall, cursing himself slightly. He did feel somewhat bad for scaring her, but she also deserved it. The world around them was starting to learn of their fate, and the wedding that was set to be in roughly three weeks. Jake couldn’t have his future wife going around and acting like a whore. He jumped at the sound of a door slamming, pulling him out of his guilt induced trance. Now, he was pissed.

Jake had busied himself for the rest of the day, catching up on meetings and work he had neglected for the past three days. Danny had delivered him the pictures of Nate, the man’s face hardly recognizable. Danny tried to praise his leader for a good fight, but Jake felt sick seeing the pictures. Instead of boasting about the fight, he tasked Danny with helping him narrow down his search for Dante. He knew that Dante had gotten the gift of the dead henchman on his doorstep, it was only a matter of time until Dante was knocking down the door for his revenge.

“She wants to go to the club tonight,” Danny said, his brown eyes looking over surveillance film, “Said I’d ask, but she followed that up with ‘I make my own rules’.”

“The fuck she does,” Jake sighed, sitting back in his chair, “Let her go. I want you and Andrew both on her though. Don’t let her do something fucking stupid.”

Danny nodded and stood up from his desk. He delivered the news of the blessing to go to the club, and a smirk arose on Y/N’s face. Danny made sure to tell her the ground rules, that even though Jake wasn’t there, he still had eyes on everyone and everything. That still seemed to bounce right off her skin, as she got dressed in a strapless tight black dress, with feathers on top. She paired it off with red heels, something she thought Jake would approve of. Sam, Andrew and Danny all accompanied her to the club, leaving the twins behind to discuss Dante.

The club was much like the last time she had been there, the changes that she had implemented slowly starting to show up. The lighting had been changed to a sultry red, as bright flashes of light helped illuminate the dark rooms. The music tonight was more sensual, and you could see it in the way everyone’s bodies moved. Y/N had ordered a glass of Cabernet, the tart wine making her body feel warm.

“Come dance,” Y/N said to Danny.

“O-oh I don’t dance,” He spoke, and Y/N rolled her eyes, sticking her hand out, “Seriously, Y/N, I don’t.”

“As your boss’s wife, I demand you to dance with me,” The look on her face and her tone told Danny she wasn’t going to let this go.

The bodyguard sighed, and grabbed her hand, pushing himself up from the couch. She led them both down the stairs to the dance floor, watching as the crowd parted for her, much like it does for Jake. She positioned themselves right in the middle of the floor, turning her back to press against Danny’s front. He froze, unsure of what to do exactly. Y/N grabbed his large hands, putting them on her hips as she swayed against him. Danny took a deep breath, holding her lightly and moving her to the rhythm of the song.

Danny softly sang the words in her ear, “And when we’re makin love’, your cries, they can be heard from far and wide,”

The sultry voice and beat of the song and the wine in her body made Y/N feel loose. Danny gave her the confidence that had been missing for the past couple days. She missed the feeling of another body pressed up against her. She was touch-starved, and would never admit it, but even the thought of Jake grabbing her by the neck was enough to satisfy her need for human touch.

Y/N leaned back into Danny’s touch, as his hot breath fanned over her neck. She closed her eyes, letting Danny take over guiding them as they danced. He gently tested the waters, letting his nose run over her neck, his lips dangerously close to her tan skin. Her scent was intoxicating, smelling sweet and dangerous at the same time. Y/N wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, her fingers interlocking on his dark brown curls. Danny took that as an invitation, placing his lips on her neck, biting softly. She moaned into his touch, pressing into him even more.

Her moment of peace was quickly ruined as she opened her eyes to see Isabella and Sam, walking out of the backroom, both with fucked out expressions. Danny felt her body tense up, and he scanned the room, his eyes landing on the same sight she was seeing. He tried to stop her, but she was quick, pushing off of him and storming her way over to Isabella.

“See, now you’re learning to be like-” Isabella’s speech was cut off as Y/N reeled her hand back and smacked her across the face, “What the fuck!?”

“Didn’t I tell you to never come back here?” Y/N said, her jaw clenched.

“You don’t own the club.”

“I basically do, sweetheart.”

“Well, doll, I can be here just as much as the next person can. And how would your husband feel about you grinding all up on his best friend?”

“Same way he would feel about you sleeping with his little brother,” Y/N fired back. Isabella smirked, before lunging at Y/N, sending a smack across her face. Y/N smirked, and quickly responded with a punch, sending the girl reeling back into Sam, who pushed her off of him. Y/N grabbed her hair, dragging her to the closest wall, and throwing her up against it, watching as her body bounced off of it. Before Isabella could turn around, Y/N grabbed the back of her head, and smashed it against the wall. Isabella let out a loud cry, and coughed as the blood from her nose ran down into her mouth. Y/N pulled her back, looking at her bloodied face.

“I had the Kiszka brothers long before you came, and I’ll have them long after you go,” Isabella sneered, trying to act tough as her voice was weak. Y/N smashed her face back into the wall, pulling her back again, listening if she had anything else to say.

“If I hear mention of Jake, his brothers or me, I’ll kill you myself. If you’re smart, which I highly fucking doubt, you will leave and never come back,” Y/N said.

Isabella barely opens her eyes, croaking, “How would you know and why do you care?”

“Because that’s my fucking husband, and his family you’re talking about. We’ve got eyes and ears everywhere,” Y/N said, “Understand me?” Isabella nodded weakly. Y/N smiled and threw her body on the ground, “Whore.” She spat on her, before walking away from her.

Isabella looked up at the boys weakly as they walked behind Y/N. She couldn’t help but cry softly, touching her face gently, feeling the bones in her nose crushed. She looked around the busy hallway at the couples paying no mind to what had just happened to her.

“Are you okay?” A silky voice called out to her. She looked up at the man walking towards her, wearing all black, tattoos on his hands, “Do you need some help?”

“I-I think she broke my nose.” Isabella cried.

“Yeah. . . she’s kind of crazy like that. Here, let me help you,” The man said, sticking his hand out. Isabella timidly took it, standing up from the ground. He walked her out of the club, into the alley. She took a shaky breath of the fresh air, and immediately winced at the pain. The man walked her towards an awaiting white Bronco, with dark tinted windows.

“T-thank you,” Isabella said as they reached the car,“Who are you?”

“You can call me Franky,” He smiled as he pulled out a cloth and covered her mouth.

— — —

Sam had alerted Jake about the fight at the club. The mafia boss was seeing red as he waited in his private office for them to return. Danny hadn’t said anything the whole drive home, opting to drive back rather than sit in the backseat next to Y/N. Andrew had gotten her some ice for her hand, and she had kicked off her shoes, letting him massage her feet. She looked down at her swollen knuckles, flexing and relaxing her fist every so often.

“Your right hook could use some work,” Andrew smirked looking up at her.

“So funny,” She rolled her eyes as the car came to a stop outside the mansion. Y/N took a deep breath bracing for the storm she was about to receive. Josh was waiting outside of the front door, and an unreadable look on his face. Danny had opened the door for Y/N and she got out carefully.

“He wants to see her,” Josh said. Y/N nodded, taking a step forward, Andrew right behind her, “Alone.” Andrew looked down at her, and she took a deep breath.

“I’ll be okay,” She whispered to him. Andrew nodded, stepping back, watching as she timidly walked into the house. The house was too quiet as she walked down the hallway towards his office. She pushed open the heavy door, seeing his back to her. The red vest/black shirt combo he was wearing made him look daunting, as he looked over the fire roaring in the fireplace. She felt like a little girl all over again, standing in front of The Don, waiting for her punishment.

“I got rid of your whore for you,” Y/N said, walking up to him.

Jake didn’t say anything but finish the drink that was in his hand, and slamming it down on the fireplace. He turned around and faced her, his brown eyes scanning her over for any injuries. He noticed her red knuckles, and red mark across her face, other than that she was perfect.

“When I made this. . . stupid little deal,” Jake said pointing between the two of them, “I was under the impression I was getting a mafia wife. Someone who knew what it was like to marry a man of power, how to act, how to respond. . . not whatever it is the fuck you are.”

“I’m a fucking human, not a fucking robot-”

Her speech was cut off by Jake’s laughter. He poured himself another drink, and walked over to his desk. He leaned against it, taking a drink of the brown whisky in his glass,“This is my business, my mafia. I make the decisions of what you do. I don’t give a fuck what your daddy says.”

“My daddy has had ties in places you could only dream of. Want to know a secret Jacob? My mother was power behind the screen, she knew everything. She made things the way they were, whether my father realize it or not. That’s the power a pussy can have, you’ve just never known how to utilize what was handed to you on a silver fucking platter.” Y/N spoke walking over to his desk. She pressed up against him, and he took a sharp breath. His finger gently caressed her cheek bone.

“I’d love to fucking slit your throat wide open.”

“He also said the deal only goes through if we’re married. Can’t fucking do that if you kill me, now can you? But go ahead, if that’s really what you want, put me out of my misery. Watch how quickly your castle crumbles, how fast the rats you feed scurry away, and witness all of your whore’s as they find better pipe.”

Jake clenches his jaw, as he stands up straight, and looks into her eyes. He gently runs his hands over her face and down her jaw to her neck. His lips ghosts hers, and he smirks against them. Her lips curl into a smile, as his hand grabs a fist full of her hair, slamming her face into the desk. The loud crunch of her nose echoes through the office. She lifts her head up, the smirk never leaving her lips as she fights back tears.

“Does my blood turn you on, Jacob?” She spits out, eyes flicking up to him as she spits crimson blood onto the documents spread across the desk.

“No, but the idea of splattering your brains all over the fucking walls does,”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Jacob.”

Jake pulls the gun from his waistband, pressing it to her temple, “You willing to bet your life?”

“Are you?” Y/n asks, sliding the gun from the underside of his desk and pointing it at him, “For someone who claims to see everything, you really missed the mark on this one.”

“Do it doll, I know you want to,” Jake smirked, “There seems to be a pattern with you and men who you fuck. They always end up dead, or wishing they were dead. Were you like this with Francisco too? No wonder he beat the shit out of you. I would too,” His words blurred everything in her brain, eyes glossing as he pulled the gun from her hand. He placed it on the desk, pulling her from the chair and tucking his gun back into the band of his pants.

Jake spun her around, holding her arms behind her back as his lips ghosted over her ear, “For a woman who prides herself on her strength, you crumble so easily. At the mention of a lowlife piece of shit that made you his rag doll, just something to play with until he got bored. Clearly, that’s what he did with your mother.”

He let go of her wrists, pushing her towards the door, “Not so confident when it’s your own blood staining your face now are you?”

She twisted around, raising her fist, Jake’s hand quickly coming up to grab it before you could meet his jaw, “Cute doll, try again once you’ve got your shit together.”

— — —

“Poise and control, never let them see you cry. That’s how they will destroy you.”

The words her mother once spoke to her were rattling around in her head as Y/N walked out of Jake’s office. Her eyes were bloodshot and red, similar to the crimson that dripped down her face as she walked with her head held high. The boys all watched her, varying expressions on their faces. She didn’t say anything as she climbed the stairs to her room, and slammed the door shut. Andrew excused himself from the boys, and quickly ran up the stairs after her. She walked to the bathroom, flicking the light on and looking at herself in the mirror.

“Never let them touch you. As soon as they do, they’ve already won the game.”

The other bruises she had received last week had just started to fade, as the ones from her broken nose were starting to grow under her eyes. She grabbed a white washcloth, running it under water, and then pressing it gently to her nose. She hissed in pain as she wiped off the blood, getting a better look at the damage that had been caused. Andrew slipped into the room quietly, standing in the doorway, watching her clean her face. His heart broke hearing the soft whimpers and cries that left her cracked lips.

“You hide your pain. Pain makes you weak. You can’t let them think you are weak.”

He didn’t say anything as he walked into the bathroom, grabbing her hand softly and lifting her to sit on the bathroom counter, like he had done many times before. Y/N watched him through teary eyes as he grabbed out a first-aid kit from the closet. He got to work quickly, finding some gauze and tape. She cried out in pain when he touched her nose, and he softly hushed her. He made it quick, popping her nose back into place as she screamed and sobbed. He held her body as she shook with tears. He finally taped it, doing the best he could with the supplies he had.

“We never marry for love. Love makes us stupid. It’s all a business game.”

Y/N was starting to believe that more and more. She hated to admit it, but seeing Jake so vulnerable had made something in her heart hurt, and hearing him say those words she had longed to hear anymore, had her thinking that maybe, just maybe, he actually cared for. But that had all been smashed the second her face had hit the wooden desk.

“What he did, tesoro, is something you need to learn from. Use that power, that anger.”

Once her face was clean, Andrew helped Y/N change out of her dress, slipping on one of the black t-shirts she had stolen from Jake. He put her into bed, tucking her in and kissing her forehead before leaving the room, leaving her alone with nothing but her thoughts.

The scent of Jake’s Armani cologne filled her nose, as she opened her bedside table, pulling out the orange pill bottle she had stolen from Sam’s medicine cabinet. She held the three small white pills in her hand, staring down at the bottle. It would be so easy, so fucking easy, to swallow them all down. To just lie in bed, and let the cool, dark, comfort of death overwhelm her. She had thought about it once before, attempting to swallow a bunch of pills only to be pulled from her half conscious state by her brother shoving his fingers down her throat to make her vomit. Since then everything had been a thought, too scared of what would actually happen if she followed through with it.

She sighed, setting the pill bottle down, and swallowing down the three pills that were in her hand. She laid down on top of her bed, looking up at the ceiling, and letting the tears fall down her cheeks. She grabbed her pillow, tugging it close to her body and screaming. She let out all of her emotions that had been building up for the past couple weeks; being taken overseas, being forced to marry into a life she didn’t want, being beaten over and over, reliving her worst nightmare. She screamed and cried until her body gave up and she just drifted off into a fitful sleep.

— — —

“There’s nothing to worry about, tesoro,” Francisco said, running his hand down her face. Y/N closed her eyes, small sobs leaving her mouth. She choked on the cloth gag that was over her mouth, and pulled at the chains that were bounding her hands together.

“You’re so pretty,” He whispered, his face inching towards hers. He gently ran the blade down her chest, leaving a faint red blood trail behind. She groaned in pain, throwing her head back. She could feel her right shoulder out of its socket from struggling to fight him off. Her body felt weak and heavy, ready to give up the fight. She had already come to terms with it, if this was how she was going to die, she just hoped he’d make it quick.

“I am doing this for a reason,” Francisco spoke, stepping away from her, “You hurt me, you know that. When you said you didn’t love me anymore, t-that hurt, Y/N. Why would you do that to me? I love you.”

She muffled out a response, as she yanked on the chain. Francisco shook his head, and turned on his heel, walking over to a small speaker he had placed in the corner of the room. Her breath picked up, knowing what was about to happen. She tried her best to scream, to get someone outside of the dark, dingy studio to come to her rescue. The familiar intro to ‘Cocaine Blues’ echoed off the barren walls as Francisco turned around.

He looked her up and down, her naked body was bruised and bloodied. He smirked at the angry red marks that were left on her body, marking her as his. The healing branded burn above her right hip made him stiffen in his pants. She would forever be linked to him, and that made his heart swell with pride.

“You remember the first time I made love to you? I had created a playlist, and forgot I added this song. . . It came on and you laughed, and laughed,” Francisco smiled, walking over to her. He grabbed her hips and turned her around, so she was facing away from him. She closed her eyes, hearing the sound of his belt opening and dropping down to the ground.

“I want you to think of me, every fucking time you hear this song. I want you to remember what I did when anyone touches you the way I touch you. You are mine, Y/N. Always have been, and always will be.”

Y/N leaned her tired head up, looking at the ceiling, and praying for death. She prayed the police would walk in and kill them both on sight. She prayed that Francisco would take a metal pipe and bash her brains in. She prayed that she would find the strength to undo the chains around her wrists and wrap them around her throat instead.

She had grown numb to the feeling of him, letting her body relax as he overpowered her and had his way. She counted the seconds until the time was up. He grunted and grabbed her chin, pulling her flush with him. He looked her in the eye and smirked.

“Used up, old doll.” He spat, and pushed her back down. He stepped away from her, letting her body drop like a marinette, only being held up by the chains. He tucked himself back into his pants before walking over to his table of tools. She listened as he hummed along to the words of the song, and walked back over to her. He grabbed her gag, pulling it down, letting her cough and catch her breath.

“Kill me. . .” She mumbled, almost frightened of her own voice, “Kill me! Kill me now! Please, just fucking do it!”

Francisco growled, as he swung the pipe back, and then struck her across the face. She groaned, feeling her teeth become loose and her eye socket cracking from the force. Her knees buckled as she fell completely unconscious. Francisco leaned his head back, feeling his hot release catching in his boxers. His orgasmic face was beautiful as his chest heaved up and down, trying to catch his breath.

— — —

The scream that ripped through her lips was enough to wake her up out of her unconscious state. Her skin felt sticky with sweat as she pushed back the blanket that had been draped over her. She sat up quickly, but regretted it, feeling the painful thumping behind her eyes. Y/N held her nose softly, and tried her best not to cry at the pain in her face. She looked around the room, her mind still clouded over from the nightmare she had just had.

Y/N thought that when Francisco had been captured and tortured by Gianni, all the bad memories and fear had been destroyed along with him. She never imagined being back in this position of being terrified of every move she made. She had tasted freedom once, and she believed the only way she would reach that again, would be in death.

It felt like the room was caving in on her, as her breathing began to pick up. She pushed herself off the bed, running straight to the balcony to get fresh air. She leaned against the railing, gripping it hard that her knuckles turned white. Her eyes looked down at the hard concrete below her. The gray colored ground seemed inviting, a perfect place to lay down on. She then looked down at her feet, and how easily it would be to swing her legs over the railing. How inviting it all seemed to her, to end her life. To lay down on the concrete and never wake up. To be reunited with her lovely mother once again.

“Hope you plan on a closed casket,” A voice called up to her, snapping her out of her trance. She blinked back her tears and looked around, seeing Sam, his brown eyes looking back up at her as his lips breathed in the smoke of a cigarette, “You know there’s more efficient ways of achieving what it is you’re looking for. If it were me, I would choose pills over jumping. Those who have pretty faces like us shouldn’t destroy their vanity on cement.”

“I’m not going to jump,” Y/N said softly.

“Sure you weren’t, doll.”

“Don’t,” Y/N said, a sob escaping her lips, “He called me that.”

“I-I’m sorry, fuck, Y/N, I didn’t-”

“Everytime Jake says it. . . I’m right back in that fucking room again, and he’s right back on top of me, taking everything from me.”

Sam looked down at his bare feet and then back up to her. Sam was really the only one who knew the true horrors of what Y/N had gone through. Francisco was sick enough to record the whole thing, and Sam had spent hours watching the horrifying videos and reading the doctors reports. Sam hated that Jake wasn’t scared to hurt people, especially women. Sam wanted nothing more to fight his brother for hurting Y/N the way he did, but Sam also feared for his life when it came to Jake. He had looked down the barrel of the gun before, his brother’s finger on the trigger.

“Y/N, I-”

“But it’s who we are right? Get fucked up, get thrown around, have guns held to our heads, clean our faces, get dressed in expensive clothes and drink expensive wines that no one can say the name of. It’s all a part of the fucking job.”

Sam didn’t know what to say, so he just nodded. Y/N looked out into the night sky, tears running down her face. She whispered a quiet good night, before returning to her room, leaving her balcony doors open. Sam watched as she disappeared, then drifted his sight over to his brother, who stood in the doorway to the patio. Jake’s face was unreadable as he lit up a cigarette.

“You really fucking hurt her, Jake,” Sam said.

“I know,” Jake whispered, “What’s worse, is now I have to listen to her screams at night knowing they aren’t just about him anymore.”

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enough of the babies, as much as i love it…

BUT it’s Sinners and Saints day😈 @capturethechaos , @obetrolncocktails and @godlygreta

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in collaboration with @capturethechaos

Only The Good Die Young word count: 1.1k masterlist playlist

warnings: THIS IS AN AU. mentions of death, mentions of torture, mentions of mafias/mobs/gangs. STRICTLY 18+. MINORS DNI

'I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, the sinners are much more fun'

Some people believed that the whole mafia, gangs and mobsters died back in the 1940s, but the truth was, those monsters just went into hiding. Everything is run by the mob. The girls on the corner, the guns the cops used, the drugs in the prisons, the boxing matches on pay-per-view, sometimes, even the clothes on your back.

Most of the famous mobs had died out when Al Capone finally bit it, so did the crash of the New York Five. But between the mobsters tearing each other apart, between the shadows, two other families were building up their ranks.

The shift between the downfall of the Luciano family and the rise of the Kiszkas was easy. Nobody ever pointed a finger at a Polish man selling guns on the street corner. Kiszka didn’t sound like “Mangano” or “Gagliano” or “Bonanno”. Patrick Kiszka was a smart man, and decided to move the vast mafia playground to a quieter city that would draw less heat. He switched from bright, light, bigger city Broadway, to the Country Broadway strip.

The Kiszkas were one to be feared. Their mafia bloodline was passed down from generation to generation. The current leaders were 3 beautiful brothers and their best friend, who was basically another brother. You didn’t mess with any of them, unless you had a death wish.

Samuel, the youngest, was smart, his brain like a human computer. He was able to infiltrate government sanctions with ease. You didn’t know you were hacked until it was too late and your porn search history was blasted all over your workplace. Sam had ghosts, things that haunted him when he closed his eyes at night. He was too smart, too gentle for his own good, which caused his heart to break and his mind to be scarred.

Daniel was the muscle, and Sam’s best friend. He was slender and tall, with beautiful curly hair. He was a dark, gentle soul, who hid in the shadows. He was like a snake, letting you get close until he struck, quick and quiet. His closet was full of skeletons he was yet to bury. Sam was one of the only people in the family to know about the horrible things Daniel had done. Wherever you saw Sam, you saw Daniel, and vice versa.

Then, there were the twins. Two beautiful fuckers that could not be more different. Josh was smart (not quite as smart as Sam), and handled the money of the family. The Kiszkas were dripping with money, and probably would’ve gone broke if it wasn’t for Josh. Josh had been a part of putting the Kiszkas into a legal business, buying casinos on the Vegas Strip.

And last but not least, their fearless leader, Jacob. That fucker dripped confidence and power. He could have women pulling their panties aside with just a simple look. Even though Josh was the oldest, it just made sense that Jake was the family leader. Jake was a cocky fucker, having a painting of him in a blood red suit hanging over his desk like he was the real fucking Don Vito Corleone.

There was one crime family though, that refused to die without a fight. The Santiagos had fled New York when the FBI started rounding up all the mobsters. Don Michele Santiago was a smart bastard, and was the one who gave the heads up to the power 5 of what was to go down. Everyone thought he was just some crazy Italian and didn’t listen. They wished they’d listened when they were on the line in front of the firing squad. Michele took his wife and his sons and moved them from New York back to their small quiet town in Sicily. Michele raised his eldest son, Rafael to take over the family business when the time would come. Rafael was only 10 when they moved, but as soon as he hit 18, he was sent back over to the US to be a spy for the family. Michele Santiago and Patrick Kiszka were friends, but Michele didn’t trust the whole innocent Polish man act.

When Michele finally bit it, and Rafael took over, his wife produced him three sons and a daughter. Rafael raised his sons to be ruthless blood thirsty killers.

Paulo was the eldest, and was the golden prize in Rafael’s eyes. There was not a single thing he could do wrong. Paulo kissed his father’s ass if that meant being the heir to the whole Santiago fortune when the old bastard would finally make it to the grave.

Gianni was the middle son, and a told fucking wild card. His nickname was “X-ray”, the kid was always searching and scanning like a fucking detector. Gianni loved torture. It was his favorite past-time. Gianni was the protector of the family, putting his life on the line to protect his own blood. He had proved that he wasn’t afraid of the consequences, and wore the scars he had on his body with pride.

Narciso, just like his name would insinuate, was a self-righteous asshole. His appearance was everything, and he demanded only the best be put on his body. His wardrobe consisted of Gucci and Versace, ironically. He was smart, understanding the way business and stocks worked better than anyone in the family. He was more of a businessman than Paulo, but no no one would ever admit it. Narciso got the short end of the stick, not inheriting anything much like his brother Gianni.

Rafael never wanted a daughter, and it was clear to anyone who saw it. Y/N Santiago was a hidden gem. She was smart, drabbled in the art of torture, and dressed to impress. Rafael had a plan for her the second the doctor said it was a girl. Her life had already been decided on and she didn’t even know it. Her mother, the woman who was also a business player, knew of her daughter's fate. Marie Santiago had been the same way, being betrothed to a man she never would’ve married if it wasn’t for the family business she had learned to love.

When Y/N was a growing child, she was sent off to prep school, in hopes to teach her how to be a proper woman. Rafael wanted her far away from this life, in his mind, the less a woman knew, the better.

But his plans of keeping her away came crashing down when she had met Fransico Solano. What was supposed to be an innocent relationship turned dark and bloody, and ended up with a battered and tortured Y/N on his father’s front door. Rafael could see the end of his legacy crashing down, and knew what he had to do to help his legacy succeed and grow. Even if that meant sending his daughter across the ocean.

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Funeral For A Friend word count: 4k masterlist

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warnings: THIS IS AN AU. guns, drugs, death, sexual tension, mentions of suicide, mentions of abuse, slight sexual activity

Y/N had snuck out of her room that night, and laid by Danny’s bedside, watching as his chest rose and fell with even breaths. She had felt guilty for him getting hurt, for distracting Jake from his phone and not being able to go help out his brothers. She had apologized to all the boys the next morning at breakfast, each of them saying it wasn’t her fault, except Jake. Jake had just pushed it away, not bothering to bring it up anymore. Danny was resting though, enjoying his time off and catching up on Netflix shows he had abandoned. He quite enjoyed the company for a couple days of having her wait on him hand and foot. It had been a while since he got time to be babied by someone.

Y/N wasn’t paying attention as the tailor was working on Andrew’s black wedding tux. Her mind was running a thousand miles per hour over everything that had been revealed in the past couple days. Francisco was very much alive, and in the area. Jake had heightened his security around the mansion and the various clubs. She was never out of his sight or Andrew’s.

Y/N had also demanded that they work on a plan for getting Sophie. Y/N feared for her friend’s life, and also begged to see the security footage of her. Y/N had broken down, getting physically sick at the sight of her friend going through the same horrendous torture she had once endured. But, Y/N had also shown that she could be a huge asset in getting both Dante and Francisco. Francisco had shown to be a creature of habit, doing much of the same things he had done before; prey on the weak, and innocent.

“You keep thinking that hard and your brain will catch fire,” Andrew spoke, nudging her with his foot. Y/N jumped and looked up at him. He smiled and shook his head, “You okay?”

“Best I can be,” Y/N shrugged.

“Jake said he didn’t hear you screaming last night. Nightmares must be going away.”

“Or, I was just too drugged up to even imagine that monster.”

“Whatever floats your boat,” Andrew shrugged and stepped back up on the pedestal the tailor had him on. Y/N admired the nice fitting suit, the velvet vest and tie stood out drastically against his skin and made his eyes pop. Andrew was always one to spend extra long on his appearance. Andrew was comparable to her brothers, and she often joked with others that he was.

“Andrew,” Y/N called out to him.

“Hm?”

“Would you. . . would you walk me down the aisle?”

“What?” He asked, unsure if he had heard her correctly, “Me? What about the Don?”

“It’s my wedding, and I want it to be someone I love.”

Andrew looked down at his shoes, trying to hide his smile. He looked back up at her and nodded, “It would be an honor. Ya know when I got stuck with your dumbass, I took it as an insult, I thought I was getting punished for something. But turns out, I got placed right where I was supposed to be.”

“There’s no one else on this planet that I enjoy annoying more than you.”

Andrew laughed, tilting his head back. The tailor stepped back, looking over the suit once more, before directing him to go change. Andrew came back out in almost similar attire, dark gray dress pants and a navy blue shirt. They both thanked the tailor before heading out of the small tux shop in the center of Nashville. Andrew walked out of the store first, doing a quick survey of the area, before ushering Y/N out, keeping her head down as she walked to the black SUV parked out front. Y/N sighed as she collapsed into the passenger seat, putting on her seatbelt as Andrew climbed into the driver’s seat.

“I’m gonna get real tired of this shit, real quick,” Y/N said as Andrew started on the journey back to the mansion.

“It’ll only be for a little bit. These fools are smart, they’ll find Francisco and Dante and we’ll get Sophie back and you’ll have that big ass white wedding you’ve been dreaming of since you were six.”

“What did you want to do, ya know, before this?”

“Architect,” Andrew answered simply, “I wasn’t very good at school, got into some trouble, needed some quick cash. Your father scoped me out while I was in a boxing match. I had no idea who he was until later. Hired me on the spot.”

“What about your family?”

“Heavy with the questions today,” Andrew laughed and Y/N just shrugged, “I got no one. My parents and brother died in a plane crash. My old lady left me when I started working for the Don.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N said looking down at her hands in her lap, “We’re your family now, you know that right?”

“I do,” Andrew answered as they pulled into the driveway of the mansion.

“You’re back! How was it?” Sam asked, running into the front room, Danny slowly walking in behind him. He was slowly getting stronger after his injuries. Y/N had pushed him into staying in bed, but he was going stir crazy looking at the same dark colored walls all day.

“Good, but why are you out of bed?” Y/N asked, looking at Danny. Danny shrugged with a shy smile on his face.

“Andrew, Jake wants to talk to you about something,” Sam said. The man nodded, excusing himself and walking down the hallway to the office. Y/N sighed and looked at the two boys in front of her, “Well, since they’re busy for the day. . . what can we help you with?”

“I gotta get these place settings done for the reception.” Y/N said.

“Perfect! As long as I get to sit next to one of your hot cousins-” Sam started speaking but was cut off by Y/N.

“How do you know what my cousins look like?” She asked him. Sam just smirked and tapped his temple, then grabbed her hand pulling her into the dining room to start working.

— — —

Jake watched out the window at the passing buildings as they neared the senator building. He hated having to go into the city. If he could do all his business at the mansion or various safehouses and buildings he had scattered around, he would. The city was a giant playground, perfect for people to hide. Josh had told him that he had to go meet with the senator, Jake had been pushing it off for weeks. It was all a part of Josh’s plan to make Kiszka Industries even more legit than they already were.

“Get in bed with the politicians, grab a seat in the boardroom. It’s all a part of the game,”

Their grandfather had once said to a very young Jake. Jake didn’t even know what it meant, but he would soon learn of the dark secrets his family had, and the trail of bodies they seemed to leave. The older Jake got and the way things had started to shift, it was more important than ever that he made himself a spot in the boardroom. The more endorsements Jake got, the more legit they took them as players in the city.

The guns and prostitutes were the main source of income for the Kiszka Mafia and had been since their great grandfather had taken over when the FBI had started shutting down the mobster in the ‘40s. Jake loved the influx of freshly pressed bills he would get after a deal or a night at the club, but he knew all that would only last for so long. He was tired of losing ground and battling to stay afloat.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Andrew spoke, snapping Jake out of his daze.

“No,” Jake sighed, shifting in his seat, “I always wonder what life would’ve been like if that Mafia families just. . . crumbled, like the CIA and the FBI and all them fuckers wanted. None of the secret deals shit that on behind the scenes.”

“I’d reckon you’d be out of a job,” Andrew smirked and Jake rolled his eyes, “One way or another this shit would’ve still been happening. Just cause the American Crime Families crumbled, doesn’t mean the European ones would too. Al Capone had to get his money from somewhere.”

“Mr. Kiszka,” The driver spoke as they pulled up in front of the senate building. Jake thanked him, and waited as Andrew opened his door, walking around to the other side to open the door for Jake. Even though Jake saw Andrew as a friend, he was still just a guard. Danny was still recovering from his injuries, so Andrew had taken over protecting Jake.

“Thank you, Andrew,” Jake said, getting out of the SUV and fixing his navy blue suit.

He took one step up those marble stairs, when a hooded man ran up to them, gun outstretched, pointing at Jake’s head. Andrew moved quickly, grabbing the hooded man, punching him several times. Jake was frozen in fear, as he watched Andrew fight the man.

“No!” Jake yelled as the man punched Andrew in the throat, and fired three silent shots into his chest. The hooded man turned and charged for Jake, but a shot rang out, burying itself into the man’s forehead.

Screams echoed all around them, as people fled in fear from the sound of the gun. Jake fell to the ground, his hands going to Andrew’s chest, blood staining his hands. Andrew coughed up blood, and looked at Jake. Jake picked Andrew up, holding him in his arms as he tried to stop the blood from seeping through his hands. Jake could see it in his eyes, no matter what they did, Andrew’s time was ticking by quickly.

“Y-Y/N. . .”

“I got her,” Jake said as Andrew sucked in a ragged breath and his body stilled.

Jake was pulled from Andrew quickly, as another guard shoved him back into the SUV, as the signs of sirens grew closer and closer. Jake’s eyes never left his body, as they quickly drove off from the scene. A crowd had gathered around the two dead bodies on the steps of the statehouse.

He felt warm tears fall down his face as he sat in a stunned silence on the way back to the mansion. Jake had seen death before, he was no stranger to it, but to hold someone in his arms as they took their last breath, was something new to him. Jake looked down at his shaking hands covered in blood.

“Stop the car.” Jake said softly.

“I’m sorry Mr. Kiszka, we have to get you back home-”

“Stop the fucking car!” Jake yelled. The driver stopped quickly and Jake threw the door open.

He stumbled out of the car and leaned over, emptying the contents of his stomach. When he was done, Jake stood up and wiped his mouth, before getting back in the car. He nodded at the driver to continue on their way home.

— — —

Sam and Y/N were sitting in the office, giggling as Sam was showing her his ‘wedding moves’. Sam was dramatically waltzing around the room to some song that was clearly not a waltzing song. Y/N loved Sam’s energy. He was carefree, and was a good person to have around to keep her mind off of things. Her laughter was cut off by Jake walking into the office. He stood in the doorway, taking in the sight of his fiance and baby brother. Y/N’s eyes went straight to him, widening at the sight of blood on his gray button up and hands. She jumped out of her chair and rushed right over to him.

“What the fuck happened?!” Y/N asked him, looking him over, checking for injuries. Her hands touched his face gently.

“I’m fine,” Jake said, ignoring her, and pushing away from her, and walking over to his whisky collection. He didn’t even bother pouring himself a glass, lifting the bottle to his lips and drinking it down, “Get out.”

“What? No, Jake you’re covered in blood! What the fuck happened?” Y/N asked, standing her ground.

“I said, get the fuck out!” Jake yelled, turning around and throwing the whisky bottle at the wall beside her. Sam jumped, but Y/N was unphased by his angry outburst. Jake stormed over to her, and grabbed her by the neck, “Leave.”

“Fine.” Y/N said, clenching her jaw, pushing his hands off of her, and leaving the office. Sam stood in his spot and looked over at his brother.

“What happened?” Sam asked softly, “I-is that-?”

“It’s not mine,” Jake sighed, his eyes never leaving the door that Y/N had just walked out of. Jake shook his head, “I have to go break her heart.”

Sam nodded and patted his brother’s shoulder as Jake turned and walked down the hall. Sam waited until Jake was gone out of the office before sitting down at his computer. Sam worked quickly, hacking into the security footage of the area Jake was in. His eyes flooded with tears as he watched the footage and gasped, looking around before shutting the laptop down and retreating to his room.

Jake walked upstairs to her bedroom, knocking on the door softly. He heard her voice calling out to him softly to come in. Jake took a deep breath, bracing himself for the storm he was about to be hit with. Andrew meant more to Y/N than anyone else in this house did.

“Hey- what are you doing?” Jake asked her softly. He poked his head into the bathroom, noticing the candles and the steam rolling off of the bathtub as it filled up. He looked up at her, noticing the silk red robe she was wearing.

“You’re covered in blood and won’t tell me why. You have this scared little boy look on your face, it’s freaking me the fuck out,” Y/N explained, “Strip down.”

“Y/N. . . “

“Jacob,” Y/N said, “I might fucking hate you, and hate this whole situation but I’m not stupid.”

Jake nodded and held his hands up, walking over to the bed and starting to strip down. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the bed. Y/N leaned against the doorway, watching as his back muscles flexed as he pulled his belt off. He unbuckled his pants and kicked them down his legs. She had only seen him half naked a handful of times, but she had never seen him completely naked.

His body was one sculpted by God himself, making him look like a saint straight from the Vatican. Jake was usually so confident being naked in front of women, usually they were down on their knees, and not standing at eye level with him. He felt exposed and wanted to cover himself up, but Y/N walked over to him, taking his hand and leading him into the bathroom. Y/N let go of his hand, and Jake kept his eyes trained on her. He watched as her small hands went to the strings of the robe, pulling them until they came undone, and the robe cascaded to the ground.

Jake’s eyes took in her whole body. He had seen her naked before, but he had never really looked her over. Her tan skin had scars, the most noticeable one ran down her chest starting at her collarbones and ending right above her navel. His eyes also took in the branding mark that Francisco had left on her. The large letters ‘FS’ were scared into an intricate pattern. Jake had always wondered why she didn’t have them covered up or fixed. He knew her family had enough money to pay for some sort of surgery to fix it.

The confidence that was flowing through her veins was something she hadn’t felt in a long time. She turned around and stepped into the jacuzzi bathtub, letting the warm water take over her body. She sighed at the feeling and then held her hand out to Jake, inviting him to join her. Jake softly padded over to her, stepping into the hot water, and resting his body in between her legs, pressing his back up against her chest.

Neither one shared a word, as Y/N quietly and softly washed the blood and stress away from him. Jake was trying his best not to completely break, not being able to remember the last time someone had cared for him like this. Y/N hummed softly as she grabbed a wash cloth, lathering it up with soap, running it over his shoulders and chest. Slowly she started trailing her other hand down his body, placing soft kisses on his neck. Jake shifted slightly, both in a feeling of comfort and discomfort. He gasped when her hand swiped across his cock.

“I have to tell you something,” Jake started, grabbing her wrist.

“Shh, it can wait,” Y/N whispered, wanting to continue. Jake let out a shaky breath as her hand wrapped around him and lazily started working him up and down. He shook his head and lifted her hand off of him, bringing it to his lips, and placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist.

“Not tonight, baby.” Jake murmured softly, “I promise, soon.”

She pressed her lips to his shoulder, nodding her head. The two of them sat there, until the water turned cold and the candles slowly started to burn out. Y/N got out first, drying herself off and putting her robe back on. She helped Jake out, wrapping him in a fluffy white towel, drying him off.

They walked into her bedroom, noticing that Emile had placed some clean pajamas for Jake to wear on her bed. Jake slipped on the pajama pants, and climbed into bed with her, laying his head on her stomach as she ran her finger through his damp hair. She watched as his eyes fluttered, slowly lulling him into a dreamland. Y/N could feel him starting to relax, and slowly pulled herself away from him. His brown eyes shot open and reached his hand to her.

“Stay,” He rasped. She paused for a second, looking at him. They were yet to sleep in the same bed, side by side. They were basically playing musical beds, if Jake was in her room, she was in his and vice versa. But there was something so inviting about him being so vulnerable. She smiled at him softly and nodded. Jake shifted over in the bed, and patted the spot next to him. She climbed in the bed and Jake’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her close.

— — —

Waking up to the sight of Jake’s hair sprawled out on the pillow next to her was one of the best sights she had ever seen. She softly ran her hands down the side of his face and kissed his cheek softly. She saw the corner of his mouth pickup in a smile, and his eyes fluttered open. He turned to look at her, his brown eyes searching hers.

“Morning,” Y/N said softly. Jake nodded, pushing himself up slightly, and placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

“Goodmorning.”

Y/N and Jake walked downstairs to the dining room, hand in hand, rested smiles on their faces. Sam and Danny shared a look, taking in the sight of their leader and his girl. Every time they had seen them together, there was a look of anguish and hate on their features. But something had changed in them, and everyone was starting to feel it. They no longer had to feel like they had to keep Jake and Y/N separated in fears that they would kill each other.

Jake pulled a chair out for her to sit next to him. He placed a kiss on her forehead, as he prepared a plate of food for her. Jake sat down in his chair as Sam pushed his iPad over to him. Sam gave him the rundown of some information they had gathered yesterday about Francisco and Dante’s whereabouts. Jake kept glancing over at Y/N as they talked, gauging her body language. He knew it was useless to hide information about Francisco from her anymore, she would beg until she knew anyone.

“From what we’ve gathered so far, Sophie is still alive.” Sam said looking over at Y/N.

“Is that supposed to comfort me?” She asked them and Jake sighed, “I’d have more comfort knowing that either Francisco or Sophie were dead.”

“We’re working with a local crew,” Danny said, “We’re hoping to get someone on the inside who can give us more information on his setup. We spooked him once, he knows we are on to him.”

“Perfect,” Jake nodded and then looked over at Y/N, “We’ll find her, baby. I promise,” Jake picked up her hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. She smiled shyly and he set her hand back down. He looked back at Sam, who was rambling off numbers of the latest sales from the club, when Josh came barging into the dining room.

“What the fuck happened at the state house yesterday?” Josh said.

“Josh, not here,” Jake said, his eyes quickly glancing over to Y/N.

“How the fuck were you just going to let that slide that someone held a gun to your head!?” Josh yelled.

“Josh-” “What?” Y/N and Jake both spoke. Y/N dropped her fork and looked over at him.

“Someone tried to kill you? Where was Andrew?” Y/N asked him. Jake looked down at his iPad and then back up at Josh. Josh’s jaw dropped slightly and looked over at Y/N, silently understanding why his twin didn’t want to talk about it outloud.

“What happened?” Josh asked softly.

“I don’t know,” Jake sighed, “I barely opened the door and this man just ran up on us. Andrew tried to fight him off but. . . “ Jake looked at Y/N, who’s eyes were locked on him, “He shot him three times in the chest. There was nothing we could do.”

“Is this a sick joke?” Y/N asked, her eyes becoming glossy with tears, “You’re fucking joking?”

“I’m sorry,” Jake whispered to her.

“You sat there last night–let me wash his blood off of you, almost fuck you and you couldn’t bring yourself to tell me that Andrew took bullets that were meant for you.”

“It wasn’t like that, Y/N. I stopped you.”

“Shut the fuck up Jake. What the fuck is wrong with you? You have the audacity to sit there and make this about us?”

“What was I supposed to do!”

“I can’t fucking believe you–” She said, standing from her chair, "-how do you claim to be my protector and then get the one person who actually gave a shit about me killed?" She threw her pointer finger across the room.

“Y/N, I didn’t pull the trigger.”

“You might as well have.”

Jake watched as Y/N railed into him with unmatched fury. “I don’t know what to say, Y/N. You would have found any and every way to blame me for it, no matter what had happened.”

“That sounds painfully familiar, Jacob, it’s almost like you spent weeks blaming me for anything and everything you could. You saw every fault as mine, but I never got someone you cared for killed. That’s the difference between us isn’t it? When I say I’m going to protect the ones I love, I do it.”

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