Disclaimer : Twilights are not mine.


A/N : So sorry for the late updates! I was away for an extended business trip which is why I am unable to update sooner. But now that I'm back, I should have more time to write. So don't forget to stay tune.

And thank you for the reviews, follows and favourites! I'm so happy that this story got a positive feedback as it is totally an AU and out of the Twilight storyline. I expected people will not even read the summaries much less read it. But for those who were here, thank you.

Also, happy to announce that I have found a new beta, Jake's Pup ( u/2739519/Jake-s-Pup), who is so kind offering his help and time to be my beta for this story. I can't thank him enough for this. Thank you so much!

Anyway, I should answer some of the question from reviews/messages:

jessa76: Emmett is 34 years old where Jacob is 20 years old. So there is a big difference in age but not too much that could make Emmett too old for Jacob. Emmett definitely more mature than Jacob and therefore have more patience and know how to deal with sometimes an absolutely difficult young adults.

So here is some of my impression of the characters, just for fun, BTW :

-Emmett : check out this story's cover image. That is totally what Emmett will be wearing day to day basis. Expensive tailored suits, short blond hair, 5 o'clock shadow. For more you can search google image "Kellan Lutz suits".

-Simon : search google image "Sullivan Stapleton Blindspot". You can probably check him in 300:Rise of an empire too.

-Richard : search "Chris North Lovelace"

-Vince: search "Matt Schulze The Transporter"

-Jacob : for Jacob, I'll just leave him to your imagination :)


Warning : Explicit sexual content, violence , crime , prostitution , mentions of human trafiicking, slight homophobia


Chapter 3 : Lithium

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I ran back home. I locked myself in the shower, and turned it on, clothes still on. To hell with them. I let the water cascade down my body, wet me, pretending that those were not tears pouring from my eyes.

Shame. Disgrace. Worthless.

I sobbed really hard, the hardest since a long time. Memories from the bad past came to me. From when my mom died when I was 12. From when my stepdad neglected me, became a drunk and a gambler who I hate with a vengeance. He pushed me into this life, letting me fall down into this dark hellish hole while he laughed down at me. From when he sold me to settle his debt to a loan shark. I was only sixteen years old when I knew I was stuck in this life.

I built walls around me. My sense of trust destroyed. I would never let myself be hurt again. It's easy to pretend when I was used like a mere toy. I just let go, numbed myself to the world. It was the only way I could forget. I couldn't find a way out. That was the only reason I still continued living like this.

But one night is all it took, one random fuck, one man managed to almost tear the walls that I have built all this years.

A handsome, tall, muscular American man with a ridiculous Italian accent. With the warmest eyes and the softest of smiles.

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"Fuck, kitten..." Simon moaned as I rode him harder.

My hands were on his chest, my body bowed back as I fucked myself harder, clenching wildly. I wanted it hard, I wanted to be taken away by the bliss so fast, and needed another.

"Fuck... kitten, you really want it that bad?" Simon grunted below me.

"Ah... yes, give it to me. Harder" I moaned.

He grasped my hips and thrusted inside me harder, I moaned louder as I felt the familiar bliss low in the pit of my stomach. Another hard jab of his cock to my prostate made me cum all over my belly. I moaned as I rode the bliss, the height of pleasure.

I collapsed on Simon as I tried to catch my breath. Simon grunted as he came inside me. My chest was sticky with cum. I rolled on my back beside him as Simon sighed and patted my head affectionately. He pulled out the condom and went to the bathroom to throw it away. I took a small towel and wiped my chest and stomach. When Simon came back to the bed, I rolled back to lie beside him and rest my head on his shoulder.

Simon's musky scent glided to my nose. His scent was familiar, a smell that I've been comfortable with for many months. A smell that recently had been overcome by a certain sweet smell from a certain man.

I closed my eyes, and sighed. Trying to push Emmett out of my mind, which I had been trying unsuccessfully for the past week. Every time when I was with a client, my mind would go back to that hotel room, to that night. And I would imagine the stranger's hands on my skin, the lips on my neck were Emmett's.

"What's wrong, kitten?" Simon asked me as he pinched my chin.

"Nothing" I shook my head.

"Then what's with the pout?" he asked as he propped his head on his elbow looking down at me.

Play. Make them want you. You're good at it.

I slang my naked leg on his waist as my hand traveled to his back.

"I just don't want to be away from you" I whined softly as I looked up at him.

Simon's eyes darkened as he looked down at me. His hand cupped my ass, pulling me closer to him.

"God, kitten... You totally ruined me" Simon rumbled as his lips found my neck.

No. Emmett ruined me.

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I looked at the expensive new Gucci sneakers on my feet, courtesy of Richard. White lace up sneakers with red and black stripes. With the extra money I received from Emmett I suppose I could have bought them. But, Richard insisted that they looked good on me and he wanted to buy them for me, I couldn't say no.

I couldn't deny the happiness on my clients' face when they could pamper me. They love it when I'm happy like a kid with an ice cream, eyes mesmerized with the gifts I received from them. In return, they enjoyed the undivided attention I gave them. It was a business transaction. They payed and I provided excellent services.

Except that one night I didn't because I was scared.

"You look gorgeous, darling." Richard whispered in my ear. His right hand cupped my hip as his lips kissed my neck softly. My thoughts reeled back to Richard, my mask on once again.

I wrapped my arms around his back, my lips trailed up to his ear.

"Hmm… I'm thinking about…" I deliberately trailed off, to see if he took the bait as I bit my lips seductively.

Richard was in an awfully mirthful mood today as he chuckled. "You can tell me."

"Hmm… I'm thinking about you fucking me into the mattress with my legs in the air while wearing these pretty shoes that you gave me."

Richard blushed, though I could feel his arousal twitching in his pants. He kissed my lips as I opened my mouth to him, inviting him as I gave slutty moans.

So easy to lure when the prey is already eager. Works every single time.

"Anything you want" he says as he brought me out of the shops.

"Anything you want I'll give it to you…."

My hand froze cold in Richard's grasps.

No. Please, wake up Jake!

Richard glanced back at me, bringing his arm to my waist and pulling me closer.

"You alright, darling?" he asked softly. An honest concern from his half a century year old face.

I nodded a few times as I smiled and wrapped my arms around Richard's midsection. Richard looked down on me, seeming satisfied as he grinned widely. His hand caressed my side as we walked out to the sleek black Mercedes that waited for us.

I straddled Richard as he laid underneath me on the bed. My hands traveled to his chest and I kissed him while grinding on his still clothed crotch.

He grabbed my hips harder as he kissed my neck. My fingers found the button of his pants. I moaned as his lips traveled down to my nipple and started sucking on it.

I jumped as I heard a loud crash in the room, then a flurry of a woman in high stilettos marched towards us.

"Fuck, Sharon!" Richard called a second before something hit me hard on my face.

I fell off the bed and for a minute a blinding pain made me struggle to stand up.

Just I was about to stand on my feet, she hit me again with her massive handbag but I dodged away from the hit which made me lose my balance. I stumbled over a table, twisted my ankle and fell over the table.

I yelped as I fell down the second time.

"Damn it, Sharon!" Richard shouted.

Before she could come at me again, he held her back.

"You fucking liar! You fucking lied to my face all these years! You've been away all this time with this whore! You throw away our family for what?! A fag?!" She shouted while pointing at me with livid eyes.

Despite Richard's attempts to console and calm her, another bag swinging-punch hit my face, guaranteeing a bruise.

"Sharon, please! We can talk about this, alright?" Richard pleaded.

"Talk? What do you want to talk about?! That you've been fucking around and fucking men? That you're a fag?" She yelled, her face blotching with tears running down her mascara.

The sudden adrenaline kept the pain away as I limped away from my spot to the bed, quickly putting on my shirt, crashing into the wall while leaving the room. The shock drove me out of the hotel room. I barely registered the yelling and screaming behind the door.

I slipped on my shoes as I got to the sidewalk and started making my way down the street, grabbing my phone with shaking hands. Vince needed to know, he needed to sort everything and fix it.

I gently pressed the tender skin under my eye, hissing at the sting. Shit. Fuck. Sharon busted my face up good. And when my face was busted up good, I couldn't see clients. When I couldn't see clients, I lost money.

Vince was going to be pissed.

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And he was.

I sat in Vince's kitchen, holding a bag of frozen peas to my left eye as Vince bitched on about how untrustworthy clients can be nowadays. He mentioned the previous encounters he had with other clients of an ex-colleague of mine, so I just closed my eyes and focused on the blossoming pain behind my eye.

"Don't worry Jakey. I'll set Richard straight. You won't have to worry about him anymore"

I hate being called Jakey just as much I hate being called Jacob.

Emmett called me Jacob.

Not the point.

Vince was describing the imaginative careful plan he came up with to break Richard's arm. Although the asshole deserved it, I didn't want to let that happen.

"Why don't you just scare him instead?" I mumbled, opening one of my eye to peer at my boss, while he grabbed a beer from the fridge.

"What good does that do?" Vince mumbled as he moved around and fished something out of the drawer noisily. He popped the cap with a bottle opener and took a full swig of the beer. He hissed as he continued. "Yeah, I can scare him. But that does not mean he'll be clever and won't come at you and do something really stupid. But a broken arm on the other hand..."

I dropped the frozen bag on the table and grabbed my phone, opening up the camera and flipping it to see my face, "He lost his wife and lover at the same time," shit, it was already bruising with angry red purplish color, "He's also probably kicked out of the house by now, half of his stuff will be doused in bleach and the other half burned. A broken arm is overkill at this point"

Vince's following silence meant I won. I can play my boss almost as good as my clients.

My pimp took another swing of his beer and sighed loudly, settling the bottle on the table, "I suppose you're right"

It was enough for me.

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It was hard to avoid my clients like this, brushing off their invitations and making empty promises. Simon was missing his kitten. He's been texting me wanting to meet me. I managed to satisfy him simply with phone sex and nude pictures. It was fun to see the pictures of his cum stained hand and knowing that I caused it.

I managed to ruin a man for any woman in his life, even his wife, and I didn't feel guilty about it.

Even so, I got a few solid days of rest and relaxation, which I spent fully dressed head to toe and relaxing on the balcony, truly enjoying the breeze and the skies. I finally got to try the two packs of smokes, both gifts from Richard, bought in Europe about a month ago. One pack was strawberry and the other was menthol.

I liked them and was quite impressed with the taste of artificial strawberries with nicotine. It was an interesting mix. I smoked two more and tried the menthol, watching Netflix on my laptop, enjoying the shows on my balcony.

After that, I just stayed on the recliner, watching the colors of the skies. The pinks, purples, oranges, and blues. It has always been my favorite part of the day. And I enjoyed it while I can.

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Three days after the incident with Richard, Vince called me just as I pulled out a tub of chocolate cookie dough ice cream from the fridge.

"What did you do?"

"What did I do?" I replied calmly.

"Seriously, Jake?" his voice raised slightly, "Emmett called me"

I didn't hear the sound of the ice cream tub as it met the floor. My heart jumped out of my chest.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"He gave you his number and you didn't tell me? What the hell, Jake? You know you need to tell me this kind of things!" Boy, Vince was angry.

"Vince, I'm sorry. I... I didn't.." I stuttered. My hands were sweating.

"Damn it, Jake. This is the only warning I'm going to give you. You can't do this ever again. You hear me?" his stern voice shook my bones.

"Y-yes" I nodded frantically though he couldn't see it.

Vince sighed loudly as he calmed down from the anger. One thing that made me feel at ease with Vince, was that he wasn't sort tempered. He always calmed down quickly enough no matter how angry he was.

"He asked me about you. He wants to see you again"

I gaped, speechless for a moment, with the tub of melting ice cream lying at my feet, before I shouted, "My face is fucked!" As if it was a good excuse, which it was, but Vince didn't seem to see it that way.

"As much as I don't like clients seeing your bruises, I can't let you refuse an extra ten grand in your pocket, Jake. Especially after what happen with Richard. You need the money."

I'll give you ten thousand dollar every night, for each day you're with me.

Vince was right. The fucker was right. I hated him for it.

I picked up the ice cream tub and dropped it on the countertop noisily, running my fingers through my hair. I squeezed my eyes shut as I gripped my hair tightly in my fist.

After a moment I replied. "When?" I grunted out in frustration.

"Tonight. I'll text you the rest."

I hung up without another word and got to the shower to wash off the three day old stink off my body.

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The skin under my eye was beginning to turn a ruddy colour, thankfully, with a bit of yellow around the edges. Frozen peas had been my best friends for the past few days. I hoped I wouldn't see anyone for at least a week so the bruises could heal up nicely. No such luck.

I took a concealer and carefully applied it on my face with a light finger. Of course, I wasn't a stranger to this, covering up someone else's anger on my face. I always hated that moment, when I looked myself in the mirror, my eyes criticizing my own body. In those moments I found that I hated myself.

I was too bony here and there, with freckles on my pale yellow-brown skin, long dark black hair that I wished to chop off. If only it wasn't a favorite game of tug and pull for my clients when they fucked me.

"Your self-confidence is outstanding, Jake" I mumbled aloud as I shaved my jaw, pausing after a moment.

Shaking my head, I continued prepping my body to perfection. The sooner I got this done, the sooner it was going to end.

It will end. Then you'll be okay.

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The hotel I arrived at was full with high class folks. It was different from the previous hotel but almost the same. I swerved around them, trying to get to the elevator, muttering 'excuse me' a few times as I walked. That time, I wore a light blue button down shirt buttoned up to the collar with a pair of dark jeans. My hair was loosely tied to a ponytail and draped on one shoulder. A few strands of hair fell in front of my face as I pushed them back. I even wore the Gucci sneakers Richard bought me.

How terribly nice for a parting gift.

I shared the elevator with an older couple, giving them a half-smile before checking my phone, catching my reflection in the dark screen's glare.

It's not that noticeable, relax.

I put the phone in silent mode and checked the room number again, before leaving the elevator when the doors opened. I counted the room plaques' numbers as I walked down the hall.

I was stuck outside the door of Emmett's temporary abode. The silent consumed me as my mind raced.

You don't know this man. You know nothing about him. He's dangerous, you know it. The way he carries himself, the way he speaks, the way he dress...

I didn't want to face him. Emmett set me on edge. He made my walls crack the last time, and I had to build more reinforcements, built more walls. And now, coming here to see him again, it scared me. Was I prepared for that? Was I ready to face the man who's a complete enigma, a mystery, a puzzle, that is terribly handsome and irritatingly interesting? He intrigued me and I was pulled to him like a damn moth to a flame.

I knocked on the door and waited, my heart thumping out of my chest.

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TBC


A/N : I don't know why I do this. Sigh. So how was it guys? Reviews, follow and favourites.

Next chapter is.. yes, Emmett is back.