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A/N 1. This story was rated NC-17 at first but it's been modified because of the new censor of the site. If you want the true uncut version of it, just email me.
- What you don't expect -
CH.1
"Oh! Oh!" said Marble: "Watch out! Looks like Scarpa has picked up some chicks!" he ended excited watching at his friend with four girls coming toward their table. "He'll never change" Matty commented flat, too taken by his thoughts on what Teddy Deserve had told him just before, outside the pub, where he usually went with his friends.
His friends. He looked at them: Taylor, Johnny and Chris. His true and only friends. The ones on which trust if he needed an help. The only, able to understand him and his problems. All sons of mobs. But maybe this time, things were going to change. Maybe. He chased away those thoughts and looked at the girls with Scarpa. He was a true playboy with good taste for women. They were all young and really cute.
Taylor lifted his head up and enlightened a new cigarette watching his friend coming at their table with company. "Gentlemen! Please meet: Colette, Patti, Josephine and Marie Jane." Said Scarpa, in an emphatic tone smiling charmingly at the girls. Matty smiled: " Please, sit down" he politely said gesturing at their table. All the girls sit on the table. Marie Jane came in front of Taylor, but except for a brief nod and a fast glance, he didn't care of her at all. "So girls? Want to drink something?" asked Matty finding again his smile nearby Colette. "Yeah!" said happily Patti and they all ordered some drinks. "Wanna dance?" asked Marble to Patti, when a new soft music started. She nodded and they reached the dance floor. After a few second also Matty with Colette did the same. "And you? You don't invite me to dance?" asked coquettish Josephine to Chris. He gave her what had to be a sexy smile and invited her to dance.
Marie Jane remained at the table alone with Taylor. She glanced at him. He seemed very relaxed. He taciturnly looked at his friends on the dance floor. She decided to observe him. She looked at his hands. They were big, but not too much. Long fingers, slim hands. Even if he was so big he was proportioned and physically well built. Her eyes slowly lift up to his big arms, half covered by a tight-fitting short sleeves black t-shirt, leaned relaxed on the table. Yeah, he was very big. There was something of powerful in him not only because of his body but also because of his manners, his way to propose himself, his movements. All of this, was a kind of warning for all the people, for her, to stay away. Her eyes came on his chest and slowly up to his face. He wasn't as cute as Scarpa, but there was something of very attractive in his lips, his deep, penetrating eyes who were now staring her.
When she realised he was gazing her, she widened her eyes and immediately looked away blushing.
"How old are you" he asked her coldly.
"I'm 24" she shyly replied she was astonished of herself. She wasn't a shy girl, but he intimidated her with his tough, cold look. "My name is Marie Jane" she added raising her eyes to meet his one, but he was looking again at the dance floor.
She shook her head and smiled amused to herself. She'd definitely chosen the wrong guy. Anyway, she couldn't help but feeling attracted by him. Unfortunately it looked liked it wasn't the same for him. Was he gay? Her smiled became larger: too funny. No, he was surely not.
"Why are you smiling" he suddenly told her, slowly leaving his gaze from the dance floor to look at her.
She gulped. She didn't think he was caring at her no more. "I've thought about something funny" she said sincerely.
"About me?" he wanted to know.
"Maybe" she replied enigmatically, smiling at him. But he didn't smile back at her and simply came back watching to his friends who were now coming again to their table. She shrugged. It was all useless: A block of ice, would have had more heart. "I'll be back in a minute" said Taylor to his friends standing up.
"You chose the most difficult one" suddenly said Scarpa, once he was gone.
"He's always so cold?" asked Marie Jane.
"He's the best friend I have" Said Matty becoming serious. The other guys silenced. "I'd put my life in his hands" ended Matty thoughtful. Marie Jane nodded.
« He's too closed in himself" said Marble.
"He's a tough" corrected him Scarpa: " And he does his work pretty good".
The other two guys didn't comment at his words, but they were agreeing. Marie Jane asked to herself at what work they were meaning, but she didn't dare to ask it. She was someway surprised: Looked like they respected him a lot. He had to have something of different that they didn't have.
The evening passed like that; with the guys laughing and joking about everything between each other and the girls. Taylor didn't talk too much, but took part of some jokes, letting himself go a little.
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Three hours later, only Matty, Patti, Taylor and Marie Jane were still there in the pub. Matty and Taylor were talking between them in a low tone and so did the two girls.
"How you'll go back home?" Patti asked her in a low tone. "Don't know" said Marie Jane still undecided. "I'm going with Matty. You've to call for a cab" said Patti. Marie Jane withdrew her gaze from the emptiness to look at her friend: " Don't worry. I'll figure out for something" she said in a reassuring tone.
"You ready Miss?" Matty asked charmingly to Patti. She smiled sexily and stood up. "You stay man?" Matty asked to Taylor. Taylor simply nodded taking a swallow of his beer. "Ok, see you" ended briefly Matty: "My lady, it's been a pleasure to meet you" he greeted Marie Jane. Then he took Patti by her waist and gently pushed her outside the pub.
Marie Jane remained alone with Taylor. He looked relaxed, smoking his umpteenth cigarette and drinking. The pub was almost empty. Marie Jane breathed deeply. She was tired and she started to think that all that night had been a terrible mistake. Might happen, she told to herself sadly. Just when she thought she was going to stand up and leave him alone with his beer and his cigarette, he decided to talk.
"What's your name" he asked her finally looking in her eyes.
She would have liked to tell him that she had already told him her name, but then she simply said with a smile: " Marie Jane. My name is Marie Jane, but my friends call me M.J."
"Why you remained Marie Jane?" he asked her still with his tough authoritarian tone pronouncing all her name as to keep the distances between them. She looked at him. It sounded so strange and musical her name on his lips.
"I was starting to ask it to myself too" she honestly said shrugging. His lips bent in what had to be a vague grin.
"You work here" he continued inhaling a dragon from his cigarette and giving out a cloud of smoke.
She raised an eyebrow surprised. He was trying to have a conversation with her: incredible. "Usually yes. It's my first free night. I'm new here" she answered.
"Want one" he asked her motioning to his packet of cigarettes. "No, thanks. I don't smoke" she replied gently.
He looked at the ashtray full of stubs and to his hand with a cigarette, then looked at her. She hadn't said a word during all the evening. He gave her a glance with a question in his eyes: why. She smiled quietly and simply shrugged.
"I'm the wrong person" he sharply said. "I think you're the right person instead" she quietly replied. She was fed up of his authoritarian tone.
"Want to dance" she suddenly said: " With you" she added with a smile. "No, no. I'm not at all into the dancing thing" he said uneasy.
"C'mon! No one will see you. We're alone" She said gesturing at the empty pub. "There's no music." he said as a pretext.
"If it's only for this." she said smiling standing up and joining the juke box. She put a coin and a soft music filled the air. She came back to him and offered her hand as to invite him. He first looked at the hand then up to her.
"C'mon. I won't eat you. Promised" she said with a smile.
He grunted, put down his cigarette and stood up. They reached the dance floor and he took her in his arms. He was much taller then her and bigger than she'd expected.
At the beginning he was very controlled, so serious, almost bothered, then little by little he let himself go. She felt him relaxing. He wasn't a bad dancer, he simply wasn't the kind of man who did these things usually.
It was so strange and beautiful to be in his arms, she'd never felt so protected like now. "What are you thinking" he suddenly asked her in a less tough tone. "I was thinking about how is beautiful to be in your arms. I feel so.protected" she kindly answered.
He looked at her for a moment, dumbfounded by such frankness, then he regained his control. But he tightened his hold, pulling her against him. His body was a rock. "You shouldn't be" he only said.
"What?" she asked
"So sure of this" he said hermetic.
She looked at him not understanding. "You're not afraid of me, are you?" he finally asked her.
"No" she kindly replied.
He frowned a bit surprised: "You should. I'm not what you think I am".
"And who are you?" she asked him quietly.
"I'm a disreputable person. I'm not your prince charming".
"I never thought you were".
"So why you here" .
"I wanted to dance" she said. He raised an eyebrow.
"I usually don't dance. I'm not that kind of man" He told her serious.
"So, you're the kind of man for what?" she asked him staring directly in his eyes. He grunted and gave her an admonishing look. She smiled insolently.
"You shouldn't be with people like me" he insisted. "Ush" she whispered smiling posing her finger gently on his mouth. He frowned caught unaware by that. He looked at her with a curious look now, but didn't reply.
"You're a good dancer instead" she said after a while.
"And you're a good liar" he replied ironic with a grin.
She smiled: "So, you're also able to smile" she said.
"I don't do it often" he admitted honestly.
"You don't risk to loose your respect, if you do it more often".
"What".
"Being human" she finally said ironic.
This pull out a smile to his lips. He caressed her back. This was so unexpected that she started a little and shivered. He noticed that and grinned a little. He didn't like to dance and she wasn't the usual chick he usually went with. But he liked being with her now. It was.different. "You are.different" he suddenly found himself saying.
She looked at him surprised: "Thank you." she said in a light tone: " It's nice you notic." but with his index he raised her chin, so that her eyes meet his gaze and the words stopped in her mouth. She swallowed, feeling her mouth suddenly dry. He was staring her so deeply.they were no more teasing each other. The atmosphere had changed. He bent toward her, his lips first brushing against hers then finally kissed her: decisive, intense with growing passion exploring her mouth. It was like if the rest of the world faded. She slowly slid her arms around his neck and he pressed her more against his body caressing her back, her shoulders and down to her bottom. She could barely touch the floor, but it didn't matter now: the feeling of her body pressed against his tough one was a delight. He caressed her back with more insistence, then he put his hands through her hairs and he left her mouth only to stare at her reddened lips. He licked them, and then kissed her again.
It was a chance that he held her so tightly because otherwise she would have fallen on the floor. She felt her head start to turn. A familiar heat invading her. Her skin sensitised by his decisive touch. His hands were so expert: maybe rough but he made her become crazy. He left her lips to look in her eyes and inhale her hot breath.
"We cannot remain here" he suddenly whispered her, his breath become heavier.
"I.I." she frowned not able to think coherently.
"We have to move" he insisted. But she was too confused to realize what he was saying.
"I.why.you. don't want me?" she said confused.
He released her from his hold: "I'm a man Marie Jane and.I don't know how long I'll be able to.control myself" he ended allusive. She blushed violently realising just now what he meant. He grinned. She shivered: "Oh, Oh." she said swallowing to regain her control: " Ok. We.can go to me" she proposed.
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unintended. Other characters created for this story are mine and should not be used in other materials or at other websites without my permission
A/N 1. This story was rated NC-17 at first but it's been modified because of the new censor of the site. If you want the true uncut version of it, just email me.
- What you don't expect -
CH.1
"Oh! Oh!" said Marble: "Watch out! Looks like Scarpa has picked up some chicks!" he ended excited watching at his friend with four girls coming toward their table. "He'll never change" Matty commented flat, too taken by his thoughts on what Teddy Deserve had told him just before, outside the pub, where he usually went with his friends.
His friends. He looked at them: Taylor, Johnny and Chris. His true and only friends. The ones on which trust if he needed an help. The only, able to understand him and his problems. All sons of mobs. But maybe this time, things were going to change. Maybe. He chased away those thoughts and looked at the girls with Scarpa. He was a true playboy with good taste for women. They were all young and really cute.
Taylor lifted his head up and enlightened a new cigarette watching his friend coming at their table with company. "Gentlemen! Please meet: Colette, Patti, Josephine and Marie Jane." Said Scarpa, in an emphatic tone smiling charmingly at the girls. Matty smiled: " Please, sit down" he politely said gesturing at their table. All the girls sit on the table. Marie Jane came in front of Taylor, but except for a brief nod and a fast glance, he didn't care of her at all. "So girls? Want to drink something?" asked Matty finding again his smile nearby Colette. "Yeah!" said happily Patti and they all ordered some drinks. "Wanna dance?" asked Marble to Patti, when a new soft music started. She nodded and they reached the dance floor. After a few second also Matty with Colette did the same. "And you? You don't invite me to dance?" asked coquettish Josephine to Chris. He gave her what had to be a sexy smile and invited her to dance.
Marie Jane remained at the table alone with Taylor. She glanced at him. He seemed very relaxed. He taciturnly looked at his friends on the dance floor. She decided to observe him. She looked at his hands. They were big, but not too much. Long fingers, slim hands. Even if he was so big he was proportioned and physically well built. Her eyes slowly lift up to his big arms, half covered by a tight-fitting short sleeves black t-shirt, leaned relaxed on the table. Yeah, he was very big. There was something of powerful in him not only because of his body but also because of his manners, his way to propose himself, his movements. All of this, was a kind of warning for all the people, for her, to stay away. Her eyes came on his chest and slowly up to his face. He wasn't as cute as Scarpa, but there was something of very attractive in his lips, his deep, penetrating eyes who were now staring her.
When she realised he was gazing her, she widened her eyes and immediately looked away blushing.
"How old are you" he asked her coldly.
"I'm 24" she shyly replied she was astonished of herself. She wasn't a shy girl, but he intimidated her with his tough, cold look. "My name is Marie Jane" she added raising her eyes to meet his one, but he was looking again at the dance floor.
She shook her head and smiled amused to herself. She'd definitely chosen the wrong guy. Anyway, she couldn't help but feeling attracted by him. Unfortunately it looked liked it wasn't the same for him. Was he gay? Her smiled became larger: too funny. No, he was surely not.
"Why are you smiling" he suddenly told her, slowly leaving his gaze from the dance floor to look at her.
She gulped. She didn't think he was caring at her no more. "I've thought about something funny" she said sincerely.
"About me?" he wanted to know.
"Maybe" she replied enigmatically, smiling at him. But he didn't smile back at her and simply came back watching to his friends who were now coming again to their table. She shrugged. It was all useless: A block of ice, would have had more heart. "I'll be back in a minute" said Taylor to his friends standing up.
"You chose the most difficult one" suddenly said Scarpa, once he was gone.
"He's always so cold?" asked Marie Jane.
"He's the best friend I have" Said Matty becoming serious. The other guys silenced. "I'd put my life in his hands" ended Matty thoughtful. Marie Jane nodded.
« He's too closed in himself" said Marble.
"He's a tough" corrected him Scarpa: " And he does his work pretty good".
The other two guys didn't comment at his words, but they were agreeing. Marie Jane asked to herself at what work they were meaning, but she didn't dare to ask it. She was someway surprised: Looked like they respected him a lot. He had to have something of different that they didn't have.
The evening passed like that; with the guys laughing and joking about everything between each other and the girls. Taylor didn't talk too much, but took part of some jokes, letting himself go a little.
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Three hours later, only Matty, Patti, Taylor and Marie Jane were still there in the pub. Matty and Taylor were talking between them in a low tone and so did the two girls.
"How you'll go back home?" Patti asked her in a low tone. "Don't know" said Marie Jane still undecided. "I'm going with Matty. You've to call for a cab" said Patti. Marie Jane withdrew her gaze from the emptiness to look at her friend: " Don't worry. I'll figure out for something" she said in a reassuring tone.
"You ready Miss?" Matty asked charmingly to Patti. She smiled sexily and stood up. "You stay man?" Matty asked to Taylor. Taylor simply nodded taking a swallow of his beer. "Ok, see you" ended briefly Matty: "My lady, it's been a pleasure to meet you" he greeted Marie Jane. Then he took Patti by her waist and gently pushed her outside the pub.
Marie Jane remained alone with Taylor. He looked relaxed, smoking his umpteenth cigarette and drinking. The pub was almost empty. Marie Jane breathed deeply. She was tired and she started to think that all that night had been a terrible mistake. Might happen, she told to herself sadly. Just when she thought she was going to stand up and leave him alone with his beer and his cigarette, he decided to talk.
"What's your name" he asked her finally looking in her eyes.
She would have liked to tell him that she had already told him her name, but then she simply said with a smile: " Marie Jane. My name is Marie Jane, but my friends call me M.J."
"Why you remained Marie Jane?" he asked her still with his tough authoritarian tone pronouncing all her name as to keep the distances between them. She looked at him. It sounded so strange and musical her name on his lips.
"I was starting to ask it to myself too" she honestly said shrugging. His lips bent in what had to be a vague grin.
"You work here" he continued inhaling a dragon from his cigarette and giving out a cloud of smoke.
She raised an eyebrow surprised. He was trying to have a conversation with her: incredible. "Usually yes. It's my first free night. I'm new here" she answered.
"Want one" he asked her motioning to his packet of cigarettes. "No, thanks. I don't smoke" she replied gently.
He looked at the ashtray full of stubs and to his hand with a cigarette, then looked at her. She hadn't said a word during all the evening. He gave her a glance with a question in his eyes: why. She smiled quietly and simply shrugged.
"I'm the wrong person" he sharply said. "I think you're the right person instead" she quietly replied. She was fed up of his authoritarian tone.
"Want to dance" she suddenly said: " With you" she added with a smile. "No, no. I'm not at all into the dancing thing" he said uneasy.
"C'mon! No one will see you. We're alone" She said gesturing at the empty pub. "There's no music." he said as a pretext.
"If it's only for this." she said smiling standing up and joining the juke box. She put a coin and a soft music filled the air. She came back to him and offered her hand as to invite him. He first looked at the hand then up to her.
"C'mon. I won't eat you. Promised" she said with a smile.
He grunted, put down his cigarette and stood up. They reached the dance floor and he took her in his arms. He was much taller then her and bigger than she'd expected.
At the beginning he was very controlled, so serious, almost bothered, then little by little he let himself go. She felt him relaxing. He wasn't a bad dancer, he simply wasn't the kind of man who did these things usually.
It was so strange and beautiful to be in his arms, she'd never felt so protected like now. "What are you thinking" he suddenly asked her in a less tough tone. "I was thinking about how is beautiful to be in your arms. I feel so.protected" she kindly answered.
He looked at her for a moment, dumbfounded by such frankness, then he regained his control. But he tightened his hold, pulling her against him. His body was a rock. "You shouldn't be" he only said.
"What?" she asked
"So sure of this" he said hermetic.
She looked at him not understanding. "You're not afraid of me, are you?" he finally asked her.
"No" she kindly replied.
He frowned a bit surprised: "You should. I'm not what you think I am".
"And who are you?" she asked him quietly.
"I'm a disreputable person. I'm not your prince charming".
"I never thought you were".
"So why you here" .
"I wanted to dance" she said. He raised an eyebrow.
"I usually don't dance. I'm not that kind of man" He told her serious.
"So, you're the kind of man for what?" she asked him staring directly in his eyes. He grunted and gave her an admonishing look. She smiled insolently.
"You shouldn't be with people like me" he insisted. "Ush" she whispered smiling posing her finger gently on his mouth. He frowned caught unaware by that. He looked at her with a curious look now, but didn't reply.
"You're a good dancer instead" she said after a while.
"And you're a good liar" he replied ironic with a grin.
She smiled: "So, you're also able to smile" she said.
"I don't do it often" he admitted honestly.
"You don't risk to loose your respect, if you do it more often".
"What".
"Being human" she finally said ironic.
This pull out a smile to his lips. He caressed her back. This was so unexpected that she started a little and shivered. He noticed that and grinned a little. He didn't like to dance and she wasn't the usual chick he usually went with. But he liked being with her now. It was.different. "You are.different" he suddenly found himself saying.
She looked at him surprised: "Thank you." she said in a light tone: " It's nice you notic." but with his index he raised her chin, so that her eyes meet his gaze and the words stopped in her mouth. She swallowed, feeling her mouth suddenly dry. He was staring her so deeply.they were no more teasing each other. The atmosphere had changed. He bent toward her, his lips first brushing against hers then finally kissed her: decisive, intense with growing passion exploring her mouth. It was like if the rest of the world faded. She slowly slid her arms around his neck and he pressed her more against his body caressing her back, her shoulders and down to her bottom. She could barely touch the floor, but it didn't matter now: the feeling of her body pressed against his tough one was a delight. He caressed her back with more insistence, then he put his hands through her hairs and he left her mouth only to stare at her reddened lips. He licked them, and then kissed her again.
It was a chance that he held her so tightly because otherwise she would have fallen on the floor. She felt her head start to turn. A familiar heat invading her. Her skin sensitised by his decisive touch. His hands were so expert: maybe rough but he made her become crazy. He left her lips to look in her eyes and inhale her hot breath.
"We cannot remain here" he suddenly whispered her, his breath become heavier.
"I.I." she frowned not able to think coherently.
"We have to move" he insisted. But she was too confused to realize what he was saying.
"I.why.you. don't want me?" she said confused.
He released her from his hold: "I'm a man Marie Jane and.I don't know how long I'll be able to.control myself" he ended allusive. She blushed violently realising just now what he meant. He grinned. She shivered: "Oh, Oh." she said swallowing to regain her control: " Ok. We.can go to me" she proposed.
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