Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir

Babysitting the Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 1: . *Jesse* "Come on, Jess. Lets go do something fun". I whined to her. “It’s a Friday night, stop being a Debby downer.” "Im not a Debby downer. We’ve gone over this a lot of times.” She replied me with a strict tone. “I’m busy because I had so promised my boyfriend that I'll stay by his place this weekend, you know, couples stuff and everything". "Your boyfriend is an fucking asshole and you know it". She sighed rubbing her temples. “Don't call him that, Jesse". "Its the truth. What kind of boyfriend tries to kiss his girlfriend’s best friend?". I say to her. “Because he totally did that.” "Almost, actually".I shrugged. "So? The fact is that he had tried to kiss me and you should break up with him". “He was drunk, Jesse. It was at a party and besides it didn’t happen, get that?". "I get the fact that you are dumb because it’s so obvious that your so called boyfriend is gay or maybe even bisexual". "Jesse, please just drive, we’ll t

Babysitting the Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 3: Murder Case opened . Jesse furrowed his brows, taking a step back, and readied himself to bolt into back his apartment as he wondered why the cops would come knocking on his door in the morning.One of the men, however, pulled a badge from his pocket. “I’m detective Hugh. That’s Inspector Cassidy.”Jesse swallowed thickly, wondering why the police wanted to talk to him.“There’s something we wanted to discuss with you.” Hugh said. “I don’t think I understand what this is all about.” Jesse eyed them apprehensively, still not believing them.“You are a close friend of a girl named Jessica Hal who’s in coma in the ICU unit right now on the case of attempted murder, she was found half dead in a ditch last night outside of a club that you were sighted at,” the man called Cassidy said. “We are here within reason, Mr. Jesse.” Jesse’s mind was spiraling as guilt washed over him for not checking with Jessica after he dropped her off before leaving

Babysitting the Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 5: meeting the Mafia’s Heir . Joaquin fixes Jesse with a narrowed look, mocking a silent laugh before shaking his head. "No, c'mon. It's fine. It'll be fine. He loves me enough that he won't kill me."Jesse hums, patting Joaquin’s arm as he passes him around the hood of the car, climbing the steps to stand in front of large, grey double doors. "After you," he insists and doesn't miss the eye roll he gets as Joaquin lets himself in.Needless to say, the house on the outside has nothing on the inside. High ceilings and tall walls, covered in modern art and photographs of skylines. The floors are marble, the odd block coloured rug spread out here and there. And that's just the foyer alone. Two sets of black marble stairs start in the middle of the room, glass banisters, curving up to meet at the top in the shape of sideways eye. Couches and arm chairs hug the curves of the wall in the middle, styled like a waiting room, showing a fireplace right

Babysitting the Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 7: babysitting for the weekend. .Jesse picks him up that Friday, and he can see by the look on his face that he's pensive, clearly second guessing this."Come on," Jesse says as his brother drives them over to Ivanov’s. "It's gonna be fine. I've already had a long talk with Ivanov--" he stops at the look Wallace sends him. "I've already had a long talk with Mr. Javier, alright? I know the rules. No answering the door, put the alarm on at night, in by seven. I even made my own list. You know how serious I am about things if I bother to make a list."Wallace sighs, giving a nod, running his hand through his hair as they stop at a red light. "Just don't fuck up, Jesse. I'm your brother, but I can't be held accountable for your actions this time. Okay?"Jesse frowns, lips pushing into a sulk. "I can handle my own, thank you. It'll be fine," he repeats, this time a little more assertively. His brother just nods, not saying anything else on the matt

Babysitting the Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 9.He struggles to fall asleep.Iandor has been in bed for almost six hours now, and Jesse for two. He stayed up a while to clean up and try and watch a movie, bring some type of normality back to him. But to no avail. He still feels the tumult inside him, thinking about that file in Ivanov’s office. The file on him. The more he thinks about it, the more the apprehension sizzles into animosity. That fucker. Jesse would have had no problem giving him all the information he needed, would have given it to him willingly. So the fact that he dug - and boy, he dug deep - into Jesse’s life without consent, it bothers him like none other. He's close to foaming at the mouth as he lies there in sheets too soft to ignore, still thinking of a way he can accidentally step on Ivanov’s toes and have a knife recede from the heel of his shoe. Jesse’s plans are disturbed, though, when he hears a noise from downstairs. He strains his ears, because he's heard the