A/N: I seriously hate long authors notes, but hey let's get this shit out the way! The number of people favoriting me and this fic have simply blown me away, so thanks to the readers! Ya'll are awesome! I may not reply to all the reviews, but please believe that I sit on my Blackberry reading them. They are seriously like crack to me! I am in the midst of finals and a RL storm of crap, so the updates may not be lightening fast. I always write when I have a minute, so there is never a time where I don't have something cooking! I am glad ya'll are enjoying this…pimp me please! I'd appreciate it
BTW: SM is the rightful owner, I just think hood Emmett is just too dam hot.
BPOV
As I left the shoe store, I saw some shirts that caught my eye, so I separated from my girls to get a closer look. I was walking towards the food court looking down at my cell phone when I slammed into a brick wall, or so I thought. I looked up and was staring into the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. He was wearing the most dumbfounded smirk and then he looked sheepish.
"Damn, mama. I'm sorry," he apologized as he stared into my eyes.
I muttered something about bumping into him. My god, this boy was so hot! I was going to say something to him, I don't know what, possibly I love you, when I was cock blocked by Mrs. Prego herself. Apparently she was hungry again, but when I looked at her, her eyes were wide and full of fear. I jumped out of his arms and ran to check on her. I was something a little more than pissed when I realized she was fine and just didn't know the guy I was talking to and was trying to rescue me. As soon as I was over the urge to smack her silly, we began walking towards the other side of the mall. Purely because I couldn't help it and so I could look once more at the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on, I turned around and he was still standing there with the sexiest of cocky smirks on his face. I felt the heat in my cheeks and had to smile at him. He was so tall, had such a commanding build, and his the scent of his cologne made me tingle. His biceps were so hard and defined with different types of ink adorning him. He had on a Red Sox hat that matched his shirt, jeans, and expensive looking sneakers. He was totally rocking the bad boy persona, and it so worked for him and worked me into a frenzy.
Hours later, after I had had dreams of doing things to him that should probably get me arrested, those blue eyes were still haunting me. Still thinking about him, I got the stiletto thigh high boots that completed the whorish uniform I would have to wear. Thank god Jake was out of town; he would have a seizure if he saw the red plaid boy shorts with the laced edges and the black half button down that tied in the middle. It showed off a lot of cleavage and left the mid drift bare. That was my uniform, along with the thigh high boots, smoky eyes, pink shiny lips, and my long brown hair that I left curly and loose hanging down my back. I loved the way everything fit me, loved how my hips and thighs filled out the shorts.
"I am so going to rake in the tips tonight", I thought.
When I got to the club, it was still quiet. The lighting and music people were still setting up when my supervisor called over all the VIP servers.
"My name is Gianna, and I am the Food and Beverage manager here at Poseidon's Playground. We cater to a very specific clientele. Some of the things you will see are not pretty and rainbows and it may not be entirely legal, so if that's going to be a problem feel free to leave. Furthermore, it's not your job to judge; it is only your job to keep your mouth shut. I assure you, you won't like the result if you don't. You were hired for VIP because you're the prettiest, the smartest, and the best representation of Poseidon. Don't make me regret it! Make your money, do your job, but remember we are not running a brothel or an escort service. What you do on your own time is not my business, but I won't deal with the bullshit or the drama that comes with a broken heart. Your room is the only room you work, and any money made off that room is yours to keep after the club takes its percentage of alcohol and food sales. Enjoy your night, ladies! Don't hesitate to come to me with questions. The club owner Aro and I will make the rounds periodically and each room has its own security guard, but there are no cameras due the nature of our clientele. Feel free to have fun with the clients in your room, but don't feel obligated to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Have a good night," she lectured.
She walked away, and we all kind of stood around for a while talking and getting to know each other. I was going to be working with a pretty cool group of girls.
For the first time, I got a chance to really look around. The club itself was three circular floors with the bottom floor as the huge main dance floor, where most of the club goers would congregate. The second floor was all the VIP lounges, the stairway landing to the second floor was always staffed by Security, and you had to have a wrist band to get onto the floor. The third floor was where the stripper poles and pool tables, another bar, and a smaller dance floor were. The main floor had the bigger bar and was surrounded by tables. The music was mainly house and hip hop.
A VIP room was staffed by one server for food and beverage. The club provided one complimentary bottle of champagne and appetizers, but there was a five drink minimum. I figured if you threw down five hundred dollars just to have the VIP room for the night, you could swing it. Our VIP rooms were booked solid for the next ten months. They could see out right onto the main floor, or a privacy screen could be pulled so that the regular club goers couldn't see you. The room seated twelve on various leather couches and plush lounge chairs and a black bufffet table ran along the back wall. The room I was going to be working in was done in a palette of creams and blues; each room had a different color scheme. The main bar and dance floor were done in dark woods and black. It was a pretty nice set up since the club owner Aro had paid great attention to detail.
"Hi, Bella! Just to let you know, your room is booked to Mr. Cullen plus thirteen," Gianna said.
"Okay thanks, Gianna," I replied, turning around and smiling at her.
"Mr. Cullen and Mr. McCarty, his business partner, and their associates will have on purple wristbands. They are personal guests of Mr. Aro, are fully comped, and get anything they want. There is the potential to make a lot of money in tips, but Mr. Cullen is very picky and impatient. If you need help, let me know; but I think you will do great! That's why I gave them to you," she winked, sitting down.
"Thanks, Gianna. I appreciate it. Do we know when they are set to arrive?" I asked nervously.
"I am not sure, but if you wanna go down and have a drink with the other girls, I will find you when they are checked in. Oh and Bella, Mr. Cullen's girlfriend is my best friend, so don't get any ideas about him capishe?" she whispered, narrowing her eyes.
"I, uh yeah, I got it. Gonna go have that drink… see ya later," I stammered as I head for the door.
This was going to be an interesting night. No pressure, you're just going to be taking care of personal friends of the owner and your supervisors best friend's boyfriend, I thought to myself as I shook my head and sipped on my vodka and Redbull.
I was just starting to relax when Gianna tapped me.
"Bella, Mr. Cullen and his party are being checked in, so you can go up in like five minutes. Let them get into the room and comfortable, so go ahead and finish your drink. Have fun! Alice is here with them, you're going to love her! She is great," Gianna assured me with a smile.
So that must be the best friend, I figured.
At that moment, the music in the club fired up. The bass was throbbing and the lights went down being replaced by the lasers and black light. The song was Get Low from Ludacris, and man, the guys on the dance floor were enjoying the show as some the club's dancers were showing them a good time. I grabbed the appetizers and champagne, ready to meet the infamous Mr. Cullen and company.
When I walked into room, I almost dropped everything in my hands. I immediately felt the heat in my cheeks, and this weird electric current began to crackle on my skin. It was the hottie from the mall, and he looked hotter than he did earlier, if that was even possible. I fought tooth and nail to maintain my professionalism, as he hadn't noticed me yet. Hell, he probably didn't even remember me.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Poseidon's Playground. My name is Bella, and I'll be taking care of you this evening. Your appetizers are on the buffet, help yourself. Can I get you anything right away?" I said in the most confident voice I could muster.
The second I said my name, he looked up from his Blackberry, his eyes sparkled, and he sucked in a breath.
"So lil mamma, we meet again," he said leaning back in his chair and adjusting his baseball cap.
"You two know each other McCarty? What the fuck man! You know a hottie like this, and you fucked that nasty bitch Rosalie? You must be smoking your own shit," the man sitting next to him yelled.
He was curled up with this tiny, yet adorable dark haired woman, her eyes large and round and the prettiest shade of violet, a perfect match to the streaks in her hair. She had such an adorable baby face and her shoulder length hair was done in this intricate design of French braids and twists and adorned with rhinestones that hung down her back in loose barrel curls. She was so into him, looking up at him with such adoration, her hands rubbing small circles on his shoulders.
"Shut the fuck up, Cullen! I just met the girl earlier at the mall. I just never had the chance to get her number, but we can fix that now right, baby girl?" he asked, winking at me.
"Don't pay any attention to them, girl! Hi, my name is Alice," she said with a smile, holding her hand out to me.
"Hi, Alice! Nice to meet you," I replied bashfully.
"Don't get shy, you and me are gonna be best friends! I mean once you and Emmett become a couple…he and Eddie spend so much time together," she said matter of factly.
"Whoa wait! Who is Emmett, and who said anything about me dating anyone?" I inquired as I filled their glasses.
"I'm Emmett, and don't worry about dating, shit…I'm already seeing us married, baby," he purred in my ear.
His voice made me shudder and as his finger tips ran down my bare sides, I involuntarily moaned.
"Yeah baby, now that's what the fuck I'm talking about," he growled playfully, gripping my hips for a second before his Blackberry started singing and lighting up.
He let me go to walk over to a corner to talk. I was surprised I was still standing upright as my knees were shaking as a result of his voice and his scent.
"Damn, McCarty! Yeah your ass is gone. I get it though, dawg; she's fine as hell," Eddie laughed, sitting back and sipping his champagne.
All the other guys laughed too but shook their heads in agreement. I looked down immediately, just because I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I was almost dizzy! This crazy little girl was talking about me and big boy dating, and he is whispering in my ear about us getting married. What the hell was going on here? I was just trying to do my job, not get a husband; not that I minded if it were going to be Emmett McCarty.
"Ali baby, you ever call me Eddie again and we're gonna have an issue, you feel me?" he glared at her.
That was the first time I had ever been scared of someone who had never physically touched me.
"Yes, Edward…I'm sorry baby," she mumbled, going back to massaging his shoulders.
It was then I noticed how everyone seemed to move around Edward and Emmett, giving them room, never disagreeing with them, almost scared of them. Emmett didn't really seem like someone who you should be scared of, the boy with the pretty eyes and the dimples. As I cleaned up the glasses and plates, I looked over at Emmett. He winked at me and then turned around to shout something I couldn't hear into his phone. When I came back from clearing the dishes, there were more people in the Suite, including Gianna and Aro.
"Aro, you sure know how to hire the hot ones," Edward said, nodding towards me.
"Cullen, seriously motherfucker, quit trying to piss in my fucking sandbox," Emmett said firmly, not even looking up from his Blackberry.
That comment spun me into a realm of pissed off. I couldn't believe they were sitting here talking about me like I wasn't even there.
"Do you gentlemen need anything from the bar?" I asked, wanting out before I smacked one or both of them.
"Four shots of Patron, baby girl" Emmet said again not even looking up from his Blackberry.
"Yes, Mr. McCarty, anything else?"
"Yeah, you butt-ass naked in my bed begging for my dick, but we'll talk about that later," he said as he put his phone to his ear and winked at me.
I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, which only made him look even more smug. Oh no, we can't have that.
"Keep dreaming, asshole your cockiness doesn't fool me. You, Mr. McCarty, couldn't handle me!"
That started the cat calls and whistles from all of his buddies and a fit of giggles from Cullen. Gianna smirked, and I earned a wink of approval from Mr. Aro.
"Emmett, I hired her because she may be little but feisty as hell!" Aro bragged as he and Gianna walked out of the suite.
I looked over at Emmett, winked, and walked downstairs to the bar to get his shots. I stood there talking to the bartender James for a while. He was a really cool person, and he like to read like me so we talked books while he was pouring the shots.
"I think you've got yourself an admirer," James chuckled.
"Who are you talking about?" I asked and as soon as the question left my lips,
I felt the weird electricity again. I turned around and was nose to chest with Mr. Cocky himself.
He reached around me and grabbed one of his shots of Patron and the training wheels. He walked forward until I felt the edge of the bar against my back. I was locked inside his arms. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head to the side, ran his tongue along my neck and sprinkled the salt.
As he grabbed the lime, he commanded, "Open your fuckin; mouth."
It was in between his fingers, so I took the initiative to grab the lime in between my teeth, staring right into his face.
"Such a good fucking girl," he murmured as he downed his shot.
When he licked up the salt, I swear I saw stars. He was wearing a diamond dice stud in his tongue, and the way it scraped against my neck…
Oh my fucking god.
I was shivering, and my breath was coming in pants. When he took the lime from my mouth, I knew I felt his tongue on my lips.
Yeah I am a goner for him, and I barely know him. Love at first sight? I so think so….
EmPOV
After Cullen yanked me from the fucking hottest dream I had ever had, I called my Valet Paul. He was the only I trusted with my cars and he knew if I found a scratch, he would find himself fucked up. You wanna impress the bitches, you gotta pull out the big guns. My thing was, I would fuck you, feed you, but would never spend money on you. If a bitch thought she was getting a shopping spree out of me, the ho had to be smoking something. I ain't ya fucking daddy so I ain't required to clothe you.
"What can I do for you, Mr. McCarty?"
"Hey man, go get my truck washed and waxed and bring it to my driveway in like forty minutes, " I ordered.
"You got it, Sir, have a good night!"
I got in the shower, and the hotter the water got, the more my head filled with images of me and the girl with brown eyes. Her name was Bella, and she was so fucking fine! Her body was so fucking small that she would fit perfectly in my arms.
Holding her in your arms, what the fuck is up with you, McCarty? A bitch is a bitch is a bitch. When did your dick become a vagina?
I had to be on my game with her. I wasn't gonna get all soft and lovey dovey; that's when bitches thought they could run you. Fuck that, by the time I was through with her, mine would be the only name she would remember. I could actually hear her screaming it as I rubbed one out in the shower.
I was walking out to my Dub Edition Escalade forty five minutes later wearing some True Religion distressed jeans, an Ed Hardy button down, and a black Ed Hardy baseball hat. I kept my diamond cross on from earlier. I felt like that shit protected my ass even though most of the time, motherfuckers needed to be protected from me. My four carat diamond dog tags that Cullen gave to me for my twenty first birthday also went around my neck. The one tag was engraved "True Thug", the other tag said "Bronx Bombers". When I made it to the club, I was treated like fucking royalty. All the homeboys from the hood were there and damn them bitches…some I had fucked already, some I hadn't, but damn if my fucking dry spell wasn't gonna end tonight! It would be like shooting fish in a fucking barrel. I was gonna need a catcher's mitt for all the pussy that was gonna be thrown at me tonight. As cool as that shit was, I didn't want any of these hos, I just wanted the baby girl with the brown eyes.
I met up with Cullen at the main bar and looked around. Aro had done a good job, and it seemed like that this would be the new place to chill for our crew; good music, pretty girls, and Cullen and I had done a lot of work for Aro, so we had a standing VIP suite for us every Friday and Saturday night…always on the house. When we got to the suite, I really wasn't paying attention to shit because I was waiting for that motherfucker Mike to bring me my dope and my money. With how wound up I was, I wanted the little fucker to do something to piss me off so I could just beat the little bitch like he stole something.
I was sitting on one the couches when I heard the server introduce herself. When she said Bella, I had to look up. There she was/ Fuck me, it was the hottie from the mall, and holy fuck did I pop a hard on. The way her ass sat in those shorts, the thigh high boots, and the way she tied her shirt so that her stomach and hips were bare…. Her tits were the perfect handful, just the right size to be sexy, and not over the top.
Her reaction to my flirting was just what I wanted. She for sure knew how to stroke a man's ego but it wasn't forced or fucking fake like most bitches. Her blush gave everything away. When I told her that we were gonna get married, she nearly lost her shit. She moaned, she actually fucking moaned. I was just shocked; I thought about settling down with one bitch, let alone getting fucking married! Real talk, that was the first time the shit had ever crossed my mind.
I was having issues with some of my crew, so I couldn't talk to her the way I wanted to cause my Blackberry had to be glued to my fucking ear. I had to push the shit aside when I heard Cullen make a comment about her body, which told me he was going to at least try to hit it. Most bitches couldn't resist his ass, and he didn't hide the fact that he had girls ready and willing to do anything he wanted when he wanted. Bastard was always looking to add a new one to the line up. I gave him mad props for his pimp skills, but that shit just wasn't my style. I can't be surrounded by that many females, that shit would get on my nerves quick.
Not that I gave a fuck, but I knew I pissed her off when I told Cullen she was my sandbox. I also knew she couldn't say shit cause Aro was standing right there; otherwise she would have snapped out. Well shit, she would have at least tried; she threw a little girl tantrum and made some smart mouthed comment before walking down to the bar. I was going to have to fix that shit, let her fucking know who I was and who she belonged to. I walked over to the railing and watched her at the bar; the fucking bartender was flirting with her, and she was eating it up and laughing her head off.
Fuck that, I am shutting that shit down right now. I gotta let her ass know here and now that she belongs to me, and I don't share.
I walked up to her, hearing the bartender make some pussy ass remark about an admirer. I stood behind her and waited for her to turn around. When she did, I took a few steps towards her, and she walked backwards until I had my hands on either side of the bar, basically trapping her. When I heard her breath catch, I knew it was on. She may talk a big game, but I didn't even have to ask; I knew what baby girl wanted. Any real man with half a fucking brain and one nut sac should be able to read his girl, know her tales, and be able to deliver with no questions asked. That's how you keep your chick in line.
"You seriously fucking think I can't handle you, Bella? The things I would do to you would make your little ass see stars. You know you want me to fuck you, you know you wanna be with me just as much as I wanna be with you, so stop playing these hard to get, little girl ass games! You need to put your big girl panties on and realize a few things: for one, you can be sure that you're fucking mine Bella. Don't forget that shit! I don't share and pissing me off always ends badly."
"Are you saying you would hit me?" she whispered.
"Only if was to leave my handprints on your ass to let a motherfucker know who had been there," I answered.
All she could fucking do was stare, but she knew what I was saying was real talk plain and simple. I knew she just didn't wanna admit the shit yet, but fuck, I can be patient…well not really when it came to her. I knew she was mine when she fucking walked away from me at the mall. I had ways of finding out who the fuck she was, some how or another, and she was gonna be my girl, even if she tried to play hard to get.
"Emmett, I have to get back to work. I can't be letting you kiss on me like that! I gotta be professional because I have bills to pay. I can't lose my job because you feel the need to play in your sandbox."
"Yeah that's right, my motherfucking sandbox. Mine, Bella, and I can pay your bills. You don't gotta fucking work here! You should be up in the VIP sitting next to me, letting these motherfuckers work for us, princess, not you working for them," I said tightening my grip on her hips, images of bending her over my kitchen counter with her hips in my hands like this had me hard again in two fucking seconds.
"How do you know I don't already have a boyfriend?" she asked.
All that statement did was piss me off, another motherfucker touching her made want to cock my glock back and let that shit fire until that bastard was full of lead.
"I don't really give a fuck if you do, so you need to tell that motherfucker you found somebody else, somebody who can take of you better than he can. Shit, you're my girl now, you ain't working here letting all these motherfuckers see your body! That shit belongs to me for my eyes only," was all I could get out with my teeth clenched, but I couldn't stop touching her, running my hands down her sides.
"You don't even know me! For all you know, I could be some raging, gold-digging bitch who is going to take you for every dime you have," she suggested, folding her arms across her chest
"Yeah well, I suppose that could be true, but if you knew what I do to motherfuckers who fuck with shit that belongs to me, I think that you would get that fucking thought out your mind real quick," I threatened.
I saw the flash of fear, then the recognition, and then she looked down and the blush took over her face. I still had the grip on her hips, her body relaxed against mine, and right then I knew I had her ass, lock, stock, and barrel. She was mine, that's how shit fucking worked for me. McCarty fucking wants it, McCarty gets it. I was about to tell her we were leaving. I saw Mike and one of his dumb ass friends walk into the club, and he looked like he was going to piss his pants, which let me know he didn't have what the fuck I asked for.
Yeah, I'm gonna have to beat the fuck out of him to let his ass know I ain't playing with him.
"Bella, take your ass back upstairs and wait for me. We ain't done with this shit. You don't talk to any of my boys; you just sit there and be quiet 'cause I got some shit to handle," I said.
I glanced at her with a look that dared her to run off at the mouth or defy me. She looked up at me, she still had that defiant pouting shit going on, but I could read the lust. Baby girl liked when she was told what to do. She poked out her bottom lip and stomped towards the stairs. I had to laugh, a relationship with her was going to be fun as hell.
That's right baby girl, pout and stomp but always do what I tell you.
I walked up to Mike.
"So you got my shit, motherfucker?"
"Uhh yah, I got it," he was stuttering and shaking like a whore in church.
That's when it hit me; if Bella was going to be with me, I had to lay shit out, let her know who I was, and what I was capable of.
"Wait here, Security will come get you when I am ready. If you leave and I gotta come looking for you, I swear, Mike, your baby mamma will get you back in little pieces."
I went and talked to Felix. He was this big ass Samoan dude that had done security for Caius until Caius saw me as his protégé and made him look after me Not that I couldn't protect myself, but why get my hands dirty if I didn't have to?
"In like ten minutes, go get that little bitch motherfucker and bring him to the room. Time to let him and baby girl know just what the fuck I am capable of," I announced.
Felix just smiled; he knew what I was going to do. I went in and Bella had done just what I had told her to do. She was one on one of the smaller couches laughing and talking with Gianna and Alice. When she saw me, you could see that her eyes lit up and there was that blush again. I went over to the bar and got another shot of Patron. She came over and wrapped her arms around my waist.
"Bella, I gotta handle some shit and you're gonna see a side of me that I think is important. It is me, and it is what I do. I don't change, and if it's an issue to you, then we gotta end this shit before it even starts. I will protect you at all costs, but I don't want you questioning me about what I do. Whether or not we're together, you're the only one. You ain't gotta worry about me being with another bitch since that's not how I get down. When we're not together, my time is my time, you got me?"
She didn't say anything and just looked at me. I touched her cheek and winked at her before unwrapping her arms from around me. I went back over to the couch where Cullen was sitting and talking to this dude Marcus about this shipment of Meth we had coming in. Marcus was gonna get some dudes to cut it for us.
"Mike's punk ass just got here," I said grabbing a beer out of the bucket of ice.
"And I expect you to handle the shit. If he got all the money and the weight, fuck em, but if he's short then you know what the fuck you gotta do. If you don't take care of this shit, I gotta handle you. You're one of the few motherfuckers I trust, Emmett, so don't fuck that up," Cullen downed his shot.
"Cullen, seriously motherfucker, how long we been down man? Did you really need to say that shit?"
"I didn't need to say it, but sometimes your ass needs little reminders when you're off your game, and I just gave it to you," he admitted, reaching behind him and pulling out his pistol. He cocked it back and sat it on the table in front of us. I did the same.
I looked over at Bella to see what her response was. Her eyes were wide, but I didn't see fear, just a little bit of shock. I motioned for her to come sit next to me. I had taken off my button down and wrapped it around her. I was serious when I said for my fucking eyes only, and most of our boys were chillin' in the room with us.
When Mike walked in, I felt Bella stiffen in my arms, so I looked down at her.
"What's wrong, baby girl?" I asked, stroking her hair.
"I know that guy, my best friend is having his kid," she whispered.
"Yeah, that's too bad cause there is a strong possibility he may not walk out this room," I said.
"Emmett, I will never attempt to tell you what to do, cause it's a waste of breath. Please, I cant watch this 'cause I don't want to be the one to have to tell Lauren," she begged and struggled to get up, but I held her down.
"You don't gotta tell your friend shit. In fact, you need to keep your mouth shut anyway. It's not your fault! This motherfucker has been crossing me for years and I've been trying to work with him, but Cullen's not so patient," I mentioned.
"Emmett, I need to get back to work anyway. I am sure some of the guys need stuff and it's my job," she complained.
"What the fuck did I tell you downstairs? You're not doing your friend's man any favors by pissing me off, baby girl."
Her whining was really starting grate on my fucking nerves.
"Fine, but you know what, this ordering me around shit will only fly for so long, McCarty. I am tolerating it now because I know you have an image to maintain, but you and me gotta talk if we will ever be together," she whispered in my ear. Oh so she thought she had a choice whether or not we were together.
Interesting.
"Bella, we are already together, and I don't order you around. I want shit the way I want it, and you're gonna do it because you will find me far easier to fucking deal with if I am in a good mood. If you want to see what kind of shit goes on when I am pissed, keep up the attitude," I hissed in her ear.
"Sorry," she grumbled.
"Prove it," I challenged.
"How?"
I pulled her into my lap so that she was straddling me.
"By showing me that pretty little mouth of your does more than make smart ass remarks," I teased.
"You have such a dirty mind," she blushed.
"Oh shit baby, you ain't seen the half yet. Trust me, baby girl, you get to know about all that shit later, I promise," I whispered in her ear, and fuck if she didn't moan.
Fuck me. Not even twelve hours in, and this girl has me by the balls…What the fuck, McCarty?