A/N:

I've said I don't make promises, but that I will try to post weekly... I posted last Sunday chapter seven of this story and what day are we today... Yes, Sunday. So here it is :)

Just like last week I have thank Mkystich, because she wants to read my chapters and correct them. She wants to stand by me, and help me to get this chapter better.

I hope you like it! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except maybe the plot and some new characters.


Chapter eight

Jasper's POV

Mentally preparing myself, I make my way into the restaurant.

"Jazzy, I knew you would change your mind," Alice's voice rang out through the building. She looks like a hooker in the clothes she's wearing; a low cut pink top, and a red skirt. I'm shocked her breasts haven't spilled out of her shirt, but I'm pretty sure I can see her underwear poking out from the top of her skirt

I shudder, not understanding what I ever saw in Alice.

Her eyes go over my shoulder and I follow her gaze. Isa is standing behind me, watching Alice.

"What are you doing here, bitch?" Alice screams, jumping at Isa and grabbing at her hair. Before Alice could do any harm to my girl, I pull her away quickly.

"Stop!" I yell at her.

"What is she doing here?" Alice puts her hands on her hips and acts all bossy over me. I can care less about it.

"She is going to look at the books," I tell her.

"What books?"

I ignore her stupid question and lead Isa to the back office. The office is furnished in very simple pastel colors. The walls are light blue and purple curtains hang elegantly on the sole window in the room. Still, you could see the hand of Alice in the design of the office.

"Is she serious?" Isa asks. "She doesn't understand what you mean when asking for the books to this restaurants?"

I only shrug as I start up the computer and begin taking documents from the filing cabinet. Isa sits down behind the computer and I give her the first document.

When she starts to look over the first documents, the door opens and Alice storms in.

"What is she doing in here behind my desk?" she screeches.

Alice looked like a little girl who was throwing a tantrum because she wasn't getting what she wanted. Ever since I rejected her advances Alice has always acted like a queen bee around me, hoping that I would cave in.

"I asked her to look over the books to the restaurant."

"What's wrong with them? The menus are alright." Alice says, dumbfounded.

Isa starts to laugh at her statement. Even her laugh is beautiful.

"Oh, little girl," she taunts her. "I'm not here to discuss the menus."

She looks shocked over Isa's statement. "Then what are you doing here?"

"She's going to overlook the numbers," I explain.

"Numbers?" Alice stutters questioningly.

"Yes, you know, incoming invoices and outgoing invoices," Isa explains to her like she's a little child. "You should know what that is, right?"

"Of course I know what that is," she seethes, but I can hear in her voice that she's scared.

"Is there a problem, Alice?" I ask her, wondering why she sounds scared.

"Uhm no, but I don't have time for this. I'm going back to work," she says, turning on her heels and leaving the room even faster then she came in.

"Well, that was interesting," Isa mumbles.

"What do you mean?" I ask her.

"She's hiding something if she wanted to leave the room that fast," Isa says.

"Do you think you can find it?"

She shrugs. "If you could log yourself into the computer I will gladly start looking for it."

I put in my password and let Isa do her thing. I walk over to the sole sofa that's in the office and sit down. I take a good look at her. She is wearing a blue blouse that shows her cleavage, but not too much. I know she's wearing skinny jeans that fit her perfectly, and black heels.

Where did all the clothing analyzing come from? I sound like a woman.

"Can I have something to drink?" Isa's question pulls me out of my thoughts. She smiles at me. "What were you thinking about that got you so far away?"

"Nothing," I mumble, while standing up. "What do you want to drink?"

"A coke is okay." She turns her attention back to the computer screen and the documents in front of her. I let her be and walk back into the restaurant.

"Jazzy," Alice calls me. I stop walking and turn around to face her.

"Stop calling me that," I command her. "My name is Jasper or Boss."

"What's happened to you?"

I look strangely at her. "What happened to me?"

"Before that girl came you weren't acting like a lovesick puppy."

A lovesick puppy? "Watch your language, Alice." I warn her. "I'm still your boss."

"I thought we had more than a professional relationship," she cries. Alice Brandon actually cries real tears. "I love you, Jazzy."

I almost feel compassion for her. Almost. "I'm sorry, Alice. I never wanted to let you believe that I had any feelings for you."

I walk past her to the bar, not wanting to dive any deeper into the conversation.

"Do you love her?" she suddenly asks. I turn around and look at her, thinking about her question. Did I love her? Was it too soon to love her?

"Only time will tell," I honestly reply. "Only time will tell."

Ordering the drinks, I ponder over Alice's question. I know that I have strange feelings for Isa, but is it already love?

I know that when Isa went missing, I had the scare of my life. Wanting to create a search party I called Felix so he can arrange things, but when he told me that he was with her I became relieved and a little jealous. Ignoring my jealous side, I told him to send her home. I was scared that I had lost her, but when she was back in my arms I felt like I was home.

"Your drinks, Mister Whitlock," the bartender says, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I take the drinks and make my way back to the office. Walking in I see a very frustrated – hands pulling at her hair – Isa. "What's wrong?" I ask her, concerned as to what she could have found.

"This isn't good, Jasper." She looks up and I can see the frightened look in her eyes.

"What?" Even my voice sounded scared.

"Your concerns were correct," she whispers softly. I barely hear her say the words. I walk up to the desk and put down the drinks.

"Isa, just tell me straight forward what is going on."

Isa looks up and then back to the papers in front of her. "Money is missing, and…"

She stops talking and turns the page. "And?" I urge her to speak. I'm starting to get angry as I begin pace the small office.

"Calm down, Jasper," Isa orders me. I immediately stop and look at her. "Sit down."

I comply and walk to the chair in front of the desk.

"What is going on?" I question her.

"Alice forged the numbers in the books she gives you every week."

"How did you find out?"

"I took a look at the receipts, and the numbers aren't correct." She gives me some papers and I look at them. "Every night she takes a couple hundred from the revenues."

"Okay, that's what I originally thought, but you look like it's worse than it sounds."

"It is," Isa nodded. "She isn't stealing to fill her own pockets, Jasper." I can see the fear in her eyes.

"Who?"

"I don't know. I just have an account number where the money goes to."

"Wait, she left an account number?"

"No, I looked into the computers internet history." I shake my head not believing that Alice would be that stupid. "Apparently, she must not know how to delete her history, because I could even log into her bank statements. She must have forgotten to log out, or she's an idiot."

I nod my head in agreement.

She gives me a small piece of paper with some numbers on it.

"This is the account she's transferred the money to?" I look up and Isa just nods. "How much?"

"I don't think you will like the answer," she mumbles.

I jump up and slam my hand on the desk. "How much?" I scream. Isa jumps back and looks scared at me.

"Almost five hundred thousand."

"This hasn't been going on since last year, has it?"

Isa shakes her head no, but still has a frightened look in her chocolate brown eyes. It is then that I realize that I've scared her with my reaction. I walk around the desk and take her face in my hands.

"I'm sorry," I apologize. "I didn't mean to scare you."

She closes her eyes and puts her hands over mine. Removing my hands from her face, she whispers. "It's okay."

In that moment the door to the office slams open.

"Jazzy," Alice cries. Isa and I both jump up and look at her. Alice looks at both of us and then comes to me and takes my hands. "I know what you said in the restaurant, but I want to give us a shot."

I can't believe this girl. I look at Isa and her eyes cast away.

"Alice, I need you to pack your things and leave this place," I instruct her. "You are fired."

"What? You can't do that. I run this place. I'm one of your best employer's." Alice says, giving me a knowing look. I know that look all too well. It's her look for telling me she's speaking about more than just the restaurant. I can't let her speak of my side businesses in front of Isa. Eventually I will tell Isa the truth; I just hope it won't scare her away.

"Isa," I whisper, turning around to look at her. Isa looks at me, with a small smile. "Can you leave Alice and me alone, please?"

She hesitates at first, but eventually she nods and leaves the office.

"Are you out of your mind, Alice?!" I shout. "Starting to talk about our side businesses?"

"She doesn't belong to this world, and you know this," she screams back. "You are never going to tell her what you're really doing, are you?"

"That's not your business, Alice," I tell her. "What is your business is the fact that you are stealing money."

Alice's gasps and I can see the shock in her eyes. "What?! How?"

"Isa looked into the books and discovered it," I explain. "To whom are you transferring the money to?"

Alice doesn't answer.

"Who?!" I roar. Alice takes a step back, but still doesn't answer. Eventually, she turns around and opens the door.

"It's best that I leave," she says.

"So you're not going to tell me who is receiving my money?" I ask her, surprised she gave up that easily.

"You may be a dangerous Mob Boss, Jasper," she answered, "But there are more dangerous people in this city than you."

"You can pack your bags and leave the apartment while you're at it," I tell her, ignoring her statement. "I think it's best you never show your face around here again."

Just as Alice was about to leave the office I call out to her.

"Don't run too far, Alice," I warn. "I will be keeping eyes on you. The only reason you are breathing right now is because I'm allowing it. Never forget that."

She gives me one last look, before leaving the office and closing the door.

I sigh and sit down in the chair, looking at the piece of paper Isa gave me. I have to find who is getting my money. Alice is obviously just a puppet in this game, but the game stops here. I take my cell and text Jacob.

Find the owner of this account ASAP– J

I quickly send off the account number to him and toss my phone on the desk.

LGOR

I don't know how long I stayed in the office, but eventually I walk back into the restaurant. Searching for Isa, I look around the place. Even in here, Alice showed her ugly taste of blue and purple. The curtains were in a pastel blue, just as the linen on the tables.

The walls are in ugly purple, or pink. The uniforms Alice made the waitresses wear were slutty and in the same pink and red she was wearing. I sigh. This place definitely needs some changes.

I finally find Isa behind the counter of the bar, talking to one of the waitresses. I stroll up to them.

"Jasper," she calls when she sees me. "Can you believe what Alice made the waitresses wear?"

"Actually, no," I answer honestly.

"Jasper, this is your business and Alice was turning it into a brothel," she expresses surprised. "Angela told me of all the stuff she had to do."

I look at the girl next to Isa, and I don't recognize her. She looks like a student. She has long brown hair and brown, greyish eyes. She's wearing glasses, and of course the uniform of pink and red. "Who are you?"

"Angela Webber, sir," she answers me.

When it comes to my legal businesses my personnel don't know me, or know what I actually do. To them, I'm just the name at the bottom of their pay checks. But if the police decide to raid the place my ass is covered, because my workers here are supposed to be clean. They can't betray me if they don't know anything.

"How long have you worked here?" I ask her.

"Four months."

"And what is your job?"

Angela's eyes cast down. Her posture changes from a nervous woman, to a scared one. Isa looks at me and then nudges Angela.

"You have to tell him, Angela." she whispers to the girl. "He has the right to know what's going on."

Angela looks back at me, the scared look still in her eyes. Her hands are nervously fidgeting.

"Alice had some clients," she starts. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "They paid for extras."

"What extras, Angela," I urge her. "What did Alice do?"

"We had to go upstairs with some clients," Angela murmurs. "To one of the special rooms."

I can't believe my ears. I'm hoping that Angela isn't telling me what I think she's telling me.

"What did you have to do in those rooms," I ask her, fearing the answer.

"We were prostitutes, Mister Whitlock." Angela starts crying and Isa pulls her into a hug.

"Is your offer still open?" she asks me while comforting Angela.

"What offer?"

"The one to manage this place," she says with a 'Duh'-voice.

"Uhm," I shake my head. I'm still flabbergasted as to what was really happening in my restaurant. "Of course, the offer still stands."

"Good," Isa pulls Angela out of her hug and looks at her. "First things first. I'm going to ask if I can close the place for a few days, a week tops."

She looks at me with a questioning look.

"Okay, why?"

"To redecorate." She looks around. "This looks like a cheap whore house. I want to use warm colors. Some red or something. Maybe green, or blue, but not this pastel blue. Certainly no purple and pink."

"Isa," I stop her ramble. "It's okay. You can hire a decorator."

"That's a great idea." She looks at Angela and smiles at her. "Go change out of this despicable uniform, go home and take a vacation. I expect you next week."

Just in that moment, a girl comes into the restaurant, behind her a man, straightening his clothes. When she sees me, her steps halted.

"Mister Whitlock."

"Kelly," I say to her. "What were you doing?"

"Uhm," she stutters. "Nothing."

"I find that hard to believe." I look past her to the man I now recognize. "Mister Mallory, does your wife know you're here?"

Thomas Mallory is mayor of New York and would love nothing more than to see my head hanging on a stick. He had hoped by assigning the best cop of New York as commissioner it would go faster. No such luck. If he only knew what his daughter was doing.

"Mister Whitlock," he greets me, walking over to me and shaking my hand. "I hope you're discreet." He whispered, leaning into me.

I turn around and Isa is looking shocked at the Mayor.

"Maybe, we should go Isa."

"Oh, but Mister Whitlock," Mayor Mallory stops us. "You can't leave without introducing the lovely girl."

He looks knowingly at Isa and I start to wonder what is going on.

"This is Isabella Matthews," I present her. "She is going to be the new manager of Breaking Dawn."

He looked shocked to hear this. "Oh, what happened to Miss Alice?"

"She turned this place in something I don't like," I explain, letting him know that I didn't know about the brothel. "You know, I want Breaking Dawn to be a tasteful restaurant, and not a place where the people come just for the waitresses."

He looks shocked by my revelation.

"Good to hear, but I must go." He gives a short laugh and small wave. He walks passed Kelly and out of the restaurant.

I look at Kelly, who still has a sheepish look on her face. "Tell me, how long is this going on?"

"A year now," she answers. "Alice asked us if we wanted to earn more money. At first it started with simple blowjobs, but after some time it became more. The regular customers knew the prices and knew how to ask for the extras. Alice needed more girls, so she starts hiring, but no girl wanted to work as a prostitute, so she had to look for a solution."

Kelly looks behind me and I follow her gaze. Wondering what is going on, I walk over to Angela.

"Angela, how did you get this job?" I ask the timid girl. I look straight into her eyes and that is when I noticed her pupils. "They drugged you."

Angela starts crying again, and Isa walks up to her and pulls her once again for a hug.

"Jasper," she whispers. "What is going on?"

Isa looks at me with a look like she knows more than I let her on.

"I'll tell you later," I say. "First I have to fire a lot of staff."

I walk to the back door, ignoring Isa's calls.


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