Babysitting the Mafia’s Heir
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Chapter 1:
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*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 talk about this later".
"No need for talking about anything, we are here already". I say stopping by the gates as I looked at the house with disdain clearly written on my face.
She unlocked the doors. "Come on, lets go".
"No way". I scoffed shaking my head. "I'm not going with you to meet that dickhead. You can go ahead, Jessica".
She opened the door and stepped out hitting the door close. "Suit yourself".
"Seriously?? I’m trying to tell you something and that’s how you are going to react? That guy is no good and you gonna see it for yourself soon".
She rolled her eyes. "Just shut up, will you?".
"Alright then go on in". I said smirking mischievously knowing that my gaydar have never been wrong.
Her boyfriend is gay and using her to complement his ego, trying to convince himself that he’s not gay.
Which is sad, really.
I gave her the 'fuck you' finger and she stuck her tongue out at me before going off to the gates.
She stepped inside and I sighed resting back on the car seat.
Seriously, what is wrong with Jessica and her choice in men?
Her asshole of a boyfriend is a walking red flag.
First he’s literally so secretive, not even Jessica knows anything more about him other than his name and where he lives.
She doesn’t even know his relatives or his friends which is so fucking messed up.
Secondly, he tried to kiss me. And he was caught directly in 4K so he had to lie and go blame it on the alcohol.
Men.
Although I’m a man but still...
The sound of my phone ringing distracted me from my thoughts as I reached over to grab my phone from the dashboard and immediately picked the call after seeing it was my brother, Wallace calling.
“Hey, did you need__... .”
“Where the fuck are you??.” He spits out loud.
“Uhh ... .” I pause confused. “Is something wrong? I left a note on the fridge stating I was going out with Jessica. And besides you are always connected to my location so .”
“You didn’t inform me that ‘going out’ meant going to that side of the city. What do you know you are doing in that territory?? That side of the neighborhood is a bad place.”
I widened my eyes as I got an idea of what he was talking about.
“What?.” I whisper-yelled. “Are you serious?.”
“Yes.” He whispered back. “Get your fucking ass out of there now. I don’t know what you and Jessica were thinking going into a criminal owned neighborhood but leave that residence now!!.”
There was urgency in his voice as I nodded, replying I was going to leave and he ended the call.
I groaned throwing the phone back on the dashboard.
Jessica is definitely not going to be the death of me.
I always knew her asshole of a boyfriend was up to no good. If not, why would he be living in this area?
I made up my mind to come down from the car and go get Jessica when I sighted her running out the gates.
"Jessica? Whats wrong?". I asked as she ran over to the passenger side of the car.
She knocked on the glass window repeatedly as I unlocked the car doors for me and she hurriedly got in shutting it lock.
“Jesse!! Drive!!.” She yelled at me.
I was confused by her actions but nevertheless I turned on the ignition and began immediately steered away from the house.
“Jessica!! Would you mind telling me what happened?.” I ask darting my eyes to her concernedly.
Huge tears pooled up in her eyes. “I was dating a murderer.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?.” I asked completely confused but driving faster anyways.
“He ... he ..”. She sniffed a little bit obviously holding back tears before speaking again. “I caught him murdering someone in his house.”
My heart immediately skipped a beat as I suddenly got reminded of what my brother said.
We were in a criminal neighborhood.
And we have to get out of here fast.
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*IVANOV*
I watched her as she slowly undressed in front of me.
I relaxed on the chair. "You do know that I am busy with work right now".
"So?". She asked taking off her underwear seductively.
I crossed my arms. "Which means I have to work".
"Do you baby? Do you have to?". She purrs seductively.
"I guess I can save all this for later".
I shut down my laptop closing and quickly walked over to her pulling in for a hot kiss immediately.
"Oh baby".
She wrapped her hands around me and I pushed her on the bed getting on top.
"Baby, when am I going to meet the others? And maybe your son?.”
"Soon".
"Thats what you keep telling me but don't you think__".
I quickly shut her up with a steaming hot kiss. There's no way I'm talking about this subject with her. She unzipped my trousers and brought out my d**k.
"So do you still have work to do?". She ask as she stroked it.
I groaned slightly. "Just get on with it".
She took it in her mouth immediately but not all as I was too big for her. I held her hair tight as she bobbed on my d**k like a professional.
She moaned as she sucked off it. I could get used to this everyday but I really don't have time for fore play right now though.
I pull away from her and pushed her to the bed raising her left leg over my shoulder so I could get a good fuck.
I slid my cock into her immediately as she moaned making me to increase the tempo.
Then in a swift motion, she changed to another style as I continued with the fuck.
The more she moaned, the more that I put in my all. She held on to the bedsheets as I was f**king her from behind.
She moved along with the tempo. "Fuck!!".
I hate when she does that. I'm not doing this because we are dating or all that. I'm only doing this so to let her think that she means something to me but she doesn't.
I felt my cum building up and quickly pulled out releasing everything on the bedsheets.
"Come on, baby". She pouted. "Why do you always do that?".
"Do what?". I ask pretending not to know what she's talking about.
She sat up. "Whats wrong with releasing it in me? I'm not complaining, am I now?".
"We are not talking about this".
"I am your girlfriend, Ivan and don't you want something between us?".
"Something like what?".
"I don't know. Maybe a baby to strengthen our relationship".
I stood up from the bed immediately and reached for my shirt putting it on.
"Oh so what now? You gonna leave?".
I ignored her zipping up my pants before grabbing my car keys.
"Hey, i'm talking to you".
"What?!!". I snapped at her.
"Didn't you just hear what I said just now, huh?".
"I heard you correctly".
"Then why aren't you replying me?".
"I'm not having a baby with you and you know that. I have a son to take care of".
She huffed angrily. "Seriously? Then what is our relationship all about then?".
"Like I told you earlier, i'm not having this conversation with you now. When you are done then you can leave my penthouse".
I put my car key on my fingers and stepped out of the room heading outside the living room.
I grabbed my coat and wore it going out of the main entrance shutting it behind me.
I noticed my right hand man, Wallace in a heated phone conversation with his face looking annoyed. I wanted to walk over to him when my phone rang immediately making to stop in my tracks and answer the call.
“Yes?.”
“Sir, it’s a code red.” One of my underboss said through the phone. “Someone saw me__...”
“Why do you need me to tell you twice, delete any witness that could make you a suspect.”
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TBC
Babysitting the Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 2: .“You are sure you’ll be okay alone this night?.” Jesse asked Jessica as he pulled the car over to a stop at her apartment. She nodded softly. “Yeah. I just need a minute. Or maybe a whole day to get this over with, I guess.” “Okay sure.” Jesse breathed out a sigh of relief as he unlocked the car doors. “Please be safe, will you?.” “I’ll be inside my house with the doors locked, nothing is going to happen, Jesse, don’t worry.” Jessica said reassuring him before opening the car doors as she got out. Jesse waited for her to get into her home before he sighed resting back on the car seat.“We are totally fucked.” He muttered to himself. Jessica has witnessed her boyfriend, well now ex boyfriend, she witnessed him killing another person right there in the living room.That was enough proof to show that he was in a gang or might even be the leader of one. And now they aren’t safe. Jesse rubbed his temples out of frustration trying to think
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 4: A moral decision to make .Later that night, Joaquin comes and picks him up for a meeting, which sounds so ominous that it makes Jesse’s skin crawl. There's still a chance that the big boss man might decide he doesn't like him, and Jesse knows he wouldn't feel too bad. He's stayed clear of his brother's line of work for the last three years. Though it's not like Wallace’s ever been too keen on him being a part of it, either. He's never best pleased when Joaquin brings up anything involving work. Jesse doesn't want to know. He saw his brother come over with blood on his clothes one night and no scratches and he vowed never to ask about it. See no evil, hear no evil."My brother is gonna kick your ass," Jesse sighs as they drive through the city, scrolling through his texts. "He'll get over it," Joaquin waves off with a shake of his head, and the younger turns to look at him with a raise of eyebrows."Do you even know Wallace? Like, at all
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 6: don't get us killed. "Oh, right. Yeah! Yeah, of course. I'd love to meet him. How old is he?" Jesse hears his own voice softening and he wonders if this is why Joaquin thought of him to look after his boss' kid. It's been a while since he's been able to dote on his younger siblings, but when he does, nothing makes him happier than playing with them. He's always had the biggest soft spot for children."Seventeen," Ivanov tells him with a blank face and Jesse is a little bit rattled, stunned from where he was midway to standing up. “I'm kidding," the man laughs, amusement curling at his lips. "He's six." And Jesse can hear the softness to his voice."Great age." Ivanov’s eyebrows raise in silent question as he leads him out of his office. “You know, it's when they're at their softest. They think you're the funniest and most entertaining person ever, like you know the answers to the universe."Ivanov seems to get it, going off the way his fa
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 8: Anger, fear, anguish, confusion. .By seven, they're both full from their dinner - and what a dinner it was. Jesse is not sure he's eaten that good in a long time. All the food was already prepped or plated, and all he had to do was heat it up or follow the last few instructions, which actually proved to be a little difficult in such a high tech kitchen. So many knobs, so many buttons. But he managed to figure it out with the help of Indor and a couple of texts to Ivanov, who was actually almost as clueless as him, considering they had a chef. A chef. Jesse eventually ousted Ivanov away and got it sorted. He's got his arm stretched over the back of the couch behind Iandor, the TV playing an animated movie that neither are all that interested in, and Jesse has got one popsicle in his mouth, and the other in the hand behind Iandor as the kid draws lines onto the tablet. They've been at it for the last forty-five minutes, Iandor creating a
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