AN: I have about 18 or so chapters of this. I'll be posting them in chuncks over the next few days. If anyone is interested!

EPOV

The sweat was pouring out of me as I reach my apartment building. Jogging up the last few steps, I stopped as I saw a rather tall man with jet black hair and russet coloured skin leaning against my front door.

"Ah, Mason Hale. I wondered how long I would have to wait." He spoke as though his voice was forced, like it wasn't how he normally spoke, but how he had been told to speak.

"And you are?" I asked breathing deeply from my ten mile run.

"Jak... Jacob Black. My uncle wonders if you are... Wait." He ruffled in his pockets for something. Jacob must have only been nineteen, twenty at the most. "If you are interested in joining him this evening, he would like to discuss something with you." Folding the piece of paper up, he placed it back in his pocket and looked at me.

I couldn't help but chuckle. Billy Black, local low life gangsta, had sent his little nephew here to see me. "Billy Black, right?" He nodded his head at me. "What does your uncle want?"

"A job."

"A job? I have one, so I don't need another one. Tell him thank you, but no thanks." Staring at him, I waited for him to move away from my door. This was clearly his first time, poor kid. I reckon he had very little idea about just what he was doing.

"Bil, I mean my dad, knows you work for Jasper whitlock but would like it if you came over for dinner." The chuckle returned again.

"Listen kid, go back to your dad and tell him my answer is no. Thanks anyway. By the way, you can drop your act. It seems a little dumb to me and it's about as intimidating as a Yorkshire Terrier." Walking closer to my door, I pulled out my keys noticing that Jacob was watching my every move.

"I'll tell him you'll think about it." He muttered pushing himself off the doorframe.

"Sure, you do that." I said as I opened the door.

Slamming it behind me, I didn't wait for him to say anymore. The likes of Billy Black posed little concern to me, so working for him would hardly get me where I wanted and needed to be. But, why was Billy Black's little boy turning up at my door wanting me to work for him? Billy Black was hardly in a position to challenge Jasper Whitlock. He would be wiped out in seconds, though maybe that's what he was planning? And, maybe he was roping in anyone he could to join him. He must have felt like his toes were stepped on when Jasper moved into the neighbourhood.

Before Jasper arrived, Billy was the local big shot, the man to be feared. However, Jasper's arrival made Billy look like child's play. It would make sense to try and get anyone remotely attached to Jasper on his side. Whether he thought I would know something that would be of any use to him, or whether it was more of a psychological card, remains to be seen.

Heading towards the shower, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Pulling out my cell, the name 'Spindle' flashed at me. Flipping the phone open and answering, I was surprised to hear Miss Stanley's voice.

"Hello, Mason. Mr. Whitlock would like to see you in his office at the club ASAP."

"Now? I'm due to be working tonight, can it not wait?" I asked, sounding pissed off at having to go in now.

"I'm sorry, but says it's very important you come to see him. He says he appreciates that you're working later this evening, but will compensate for the sudden arrival."

"Fine, give me a half hour and I'll be there." Hanging up, I tossed my phone on the side and headed for my shower.

Thirty minutes later I was showered, changed and walking up the stairs to Jasper's office. Miss Stanley smiled at me as she looked over her shoulder. The glint in her eye whenever she saw me hadn't gone unnoticed. She, just like everyone else here, knew I was gay yet the look remained in her eyes. Emmett had informed me that she was convinced she could change me and make me see sense. His words were 'don't bother, you'll have a better time with your right hand.'

"Were you up to much when I called? I hope I didn't wake you. It was a little early for a Sunday morning." She giggled slightly at me.

I was just about to answer her as the office door opened. A guy, easily in his early twenties, walked out grinning and sweating slightly . He flashed Miss Stanley a wink and jogged down the steps. Turning to look at me, she smiled sweetly and motioned for me to go in. Stepping into the room, I saw Jasper standing with his back towards me looking out of the window. He turned as I closed the door shut flashing me a smile. His cheeks were slightly flushed pink, and his shirt was out with the top buttons open. Seeing him, and knowing what had just taken place, made me feel slightly sick.

"Mase, thank you for joining me. Please take a seat." He motioned for me to sit, opening a bottle of water and taking a drinking. "Fucking is a great stress relief, wouldn't you agree?" His eyes swept over me, while he ran the tip of his pink tongue over his lips.

"It is, though I didn't realise you were gay." Jasper sat down and laughed.

"Hmm, figured as much. Though after our last chat I thought you might have realised." He sighed and relaxed back in his chair. "Maybe next time you can help me out." He smirked and winked at me.

My mind went into overdrive. Yes, I was attracted to him badly. But he was also my mission, the guy I was sent into bring down not to fuck. Jasper stared at me, almost waiting for some kind of answer. What could I say? I wasn't interested? He knew that wasn't the case, as our flirting the other week had made it clear. Though back then I wasn't sure if he was gay or not.

"Hmph, you seem to have your own little stress release in that twink I just saw." I smirked out. Jasper's expression changed slightly, not liking the answer I had given him.

"True. Now, the reason I called you in. I hear that Billy Black's little nephew came to see you this morning, correct?" He asked, fastening the top buttons of his shirt.

"Yes, he was there after I got back from my run. How do you know?" Jasper snorted and looked at me from a sideways glance.

Turning a pen around in his fingers, he answered, "A hunch. He went to see Seth yesterday, and I assumed that you were next on his list. What did he say?"

"He just asked me to join his uncle for dinner and that he wanted to offer me a job. I wasn't aware that Billy Black owned a night club." Jasper turned in the chair to face me, resting his elbows on the table and linking his fingers together. His two forefingers came together and tapped his bottom lip as he looked at me, before relaxing his arms.

"You're a smart guy, Mase. You know who I am, right?" He asked.

"I've heard rumours of who you are." More, I know everything about your world Jasper. I thought, but didn't show what I knew.

"Well, if those rumours consist of me being a man you don't fuck with, then they are correct." Releasing a breath, I acted shocked to find out that they were true.

"I... you don't seem like a ..." I trailed off watching him chuckle slightly.

"A man not to fuck with?" I nodded. "Well, let's just say me being here has fucked off a certain Mr. Black and his low life friends. I take it you didn't accept his offer?" He raised an eyebrow at me, as his eyes narrowed slightly.

"No, I told him I had a job." Jasper smiled at my answer.

"Excellent! You work for me, and me alone. Do I make myself clear?" His deep blue eyes turned cold as he stared at me. "If Billy, Jacob, or anyone else that is connected to him in any way, get in touch with you again, I want to know right away."

"Sure. Is Billy Black a problem for you?" I chanced my luck. He would either shut the question down or answer it.

"I can assure you, Mase, that the likes of Billy Black are nothing more than a pimple on your arse that pisses you off. He's a pain and talks a big game, but he is not a problem." Jasper smiled at me, his persona shifting with me to more relaxed.

Watching him stand and tuck his shirt back into his trousers, Jasper walked over to the large solid wood cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Linlithgow. Setting it on the side, he grabbed two crystal tumblers and placed them next to the whiskey bottle. Turning, he smiled at me showing me his dimples and a set of straight, white teeth. Fuck, he was gorgeous. The sight of him smiling at me made my cock harden slightly.

The mission, the mission, the mission! I repeated in my head, trying to get rid of my hard on.

"Have a drink with me, Mase. I know it's early, but after the morning I have had, I could do with one. Besides, it is after midday." He looked at his watch and chuckled. "Okay, there is about ten minutes till midday, but somewhere in the world it's past midday and later."

"And that makes it all right?" I joked as he walked towards me and handed me the glass. Taking it from him, my fingers grazed over his. A warm fuzzy feeling spread through my fingers and up my hand. Jasper's eyes darkened making me wonder if he felt it too.

I couldn't get involved with him, nor could I continue to look at him and place myself in these situations with him. No matter how much I wanted him, or what I felt when his skin brushed against mine, I had to keep this all above board.

"That makes it perfectly alright, Mase." His deep husky voice whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. Instinctively, stupidly almost, I turned my head to the side not realising just how close he had gotten. His sweet breath fanned my face making me use everything I had not to let my eyes flutter closed and lean in to kiss him.

Jasper's deep, almost royal blue eyes, were darkening by the second. He was so close to me, a few millimeters away from my face that was all. I was so hyper-aware of him, of his scent, of how close he was to me, that it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Torn between closing the distance between us and capturing his pink, luscious lips with mine and leaning back and far away, I fought against my natural urge and moved back. Jasper looked disappointed but brushed it off quickly, moving back around the desk and sitting down.

"You're due to be working this evening?" He asked, twirling the whiskey tumbler around in his hands. His eyes stayed focused on the glass watching the almost butterscotch colour swirl around.

"Yes, six til closing." Pulling my right ankle up and resting it on my left knee, Jasper's eyes flickered towards me before looking back at the glass.

"I'll check the shifts and make sure that you get this time owed back to you. Thank you for coming, Mase. If Billy Black shows again, which I doubt, please let me know." He stood up from the chair and pulled his light beige jacket off the chair and slid his arms through it, gracefully. "Mase, I have another appointment elsewhere." He knocked back the rest his drink. "That reminds me. Next week there is a VIP function, some lad's twenty-first birthday, are you happy to work the VIP area?"

"Sure." Jasper smiled and checked himself in the large full length mirror that hung on the wall.

"Excellent. There shouldn't be any trouble, and I thought this would be the perfect job for you try out the VIP area." He picked up his keys off the desk and looked at me. "Walk out with me?"

Again, it wasn't really a question, more of a command. Getting up from the chair, I walked towards the door hearing Jasper's footsteps behind me. My body tingled feeling him so close to me, yet there wasn't a thing I could do about it. Coming out into the corridor, Jasper smiled as he closed and locked the door behind him.

"Have any plans for later on?" He asked as we slowly walked down the stairs.

"Yeah, calling home at some point before work. Other than that, nothing. You?" Shoving my hands in my jeans pocket, I looked at Jasper.

"Me? This and that. I'm about to see a man about a race horse. Well, my race horse, she has just come off the track and is coming home." He grinned at me.

"Race horse? Didn't realise you were into horses." Jasper chuckled and shrugged at me.

"I'm into Lord of the Rings as well, but don't tell anybody."

"There's nothing wrong with Lord of the Rings. It has some great fight scenes. I've seen them a few times." Reaching the bottom of the stairs and walking into the large open entrance, Peter was waiting by the doors.

"That it does, maybe we should watch them one night." He flashed a cheeky grin, highlighting his dimples. "I may be around the club tonight, if not, I'll see you soon."

"Okay." Walking past Peter, I heard him mutter something to Jasper followed by Jasper's chuckle.

Out of the club, I made my way towards my car. The sun was sitting high in the blue sky, with just a few white clouds floating around. I had to admit Lyon was a beautiful city. It was a shame that at this moment in time, it had the likes of Jasper Whitlock polluting the streets. Getting in, I started the engine hearing it purr into life. Knocking it into gear, I made my way through the streets towards my apartment building hoping that a certain Jacob Black or someone else wouldn't be waiting. I didn't have the patience to deal with him. Why he thought I would be interested in working for him, I wasn't sure.

Thankfully, my prayers were answered. Opening the front door and locking it behind me, I dumped my keys on the side and made my way towards the bathroom. Climbing up in the side of the bath, I pushed the ceiling tile up and over to the side before pulling out my laptop. Jasper's file had been burnt long ago, as I made a point of destroying it after about three days of being here. Not the easiest of tasks when the file was bigger than War and Peace and it was the height of the summer.

Taking the laptop into the living room, I set about loading it up. Typing in the password, I waited for the files to load up and and for it to go online. MI6 and yet it still falls prey to the fucked 'I want to take forever to load' crap. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I was up and running and logging into the company's files on Jasper Whitlock.

Something had to be in there. Something from his past must hold the key as to why he was here. It was a file I had stared at and read over, time and time again.

Staring at the page on the screen, I read his past history; how he had attended a well respected university, and studied business, passing his degree with flying colours. Before that, he passed all his exams with high marks, ranking one of the top in his year throughout high school. His family always came up blank. Though we had looked, and searched, there never seemed to be anything on them. Just who were they? His childhood was bits here and there, school completion's he had won, but other than that, we had nothing else.

It seemed that up until he turned twenty-four, Jasper Whitlock was unknown and completely away from any sort of mob world. So how did he get there? How did he suddenly become a big mob boss when he seemed to have no connection to this world before he turned twenty-four? Even Peter, who had been working for Aro before Jasper came along, was still working under Jasper and not sitting at the top. Jasper was only twenty-eight, yet sat higher then most of the bosses who were in their late forties and over.

How the fuck did Jasper Whitlock walk into that position?

Half an hour after looking over his file on the site, I gave up and went in search of Billy Black's file. Not being on our list, what we knew about him was very basic. Most of it was stuff which everyone else knew, but I needed more. Logging onto the internal web chat, I browsed through the list of current people online until I spotted who I was looking for.

AgentEC: Just the woman I was looking for.

AgentAB: Since when did you become interested in women? lol. I would have thought you wouldn't be charming me for a while with your case. What do you need?

Smirking over her remark, I typed.

AgentEC: Who says I wanted something? I could have just felt like a chat. But yeah, I need some information on a certain Billy Black, Jacob Black and anyone else connected to him.

AgentAB: Have you checked the internal data base?

-Of course you have, or you wouldn't be coming to me.

-What do the Blacks have to do with J. Whitlock?

AgentEC: He seems to be having some sort of dealings with him, I don't know what. Jacob Black appeared at my door wanting me to work for his uncle. So info, what ya got?

AgentAB: PUSHY! Give me ten and I'll see what I can find.

AgentEC: Thanks... How's London?

She didn't really need to answer the question. London would be, like the rest of the UK, wet and dark. There was the slight chance that it would have had two sunny days on the bounce, both of which hit in the 30's before the rain hit back again, and you thought it was the middle of winter.

AgentAB: Not half as nice as Lyon, but it's okay... for a change.

-So, Billy Black. He has a record for car theft, speeding tickets and dealing in Cannabis, all of which you know.

- Word is, is not taking it too kindly that Jasper is in town. From what I have gathered, Billy Black is now trying to up his game. He's worried that Jasper Whitlock may try and move in on his turf.

AgentEC: Yes, but Jasper isn't about to move in on dealing weed. Do you think there might be a gang war?

AgentAB: I wouldn't rule it out. It seems that since Jasper has started pushing Cocaine through the streets, a lot of Mr. Black's buyers have jumped ship making one Mr. Black an unhappy boy.

AgentEC: Yeah, I figured that much.

AgentAB: Billy Black has been on the circuit a long time. I'll dig further for you, and check the internal mail in a few days. If I have anything I'll send it you.

AgentEC: Thanks.

Closing down the web page, I waited for the laptop to delete all traces of my browsing. The laptop itself was pretty safe no matter where it ended up. Even though I took the necessary means to make sure it wouldn't get in the wrong hands, you just never knew.

The world's hackers would have a job cracking into this. It was built and designed to have a fail-safe installed on it. Every time it was used and shut down, it would delete all known history off the system. Every site, every chat, everything was deleted, making sure that nothing could be traced. No files were stored on the hard drive, everything was on the internal database at MI6, which I could access. If someone manged to get their hands on this, and crack the password, the most they would see is a fake Facebook page, a twitter account and stuff stored in favourites. Things like , Amazon, those sort of sites, along with a few Porn sites too.

Everything stored in the laptop just added to the act of me being someone I wasn't. Even Garrett, known to be one of the world's best hackers, couldn't break through the delete system. The hard drive was completely clean.

My afternoon passed by quickly, and before I knew it, I was on my way to Spindle for another shift. Walking into the staff room, Peter and Emmett were already waiting. Emmett grinned as I walked in, something about the way he looked at me caused me to be suspicious. Opening my locker and pulling off my Tee, I felt their eyes on my back. Pulling out the uniform top I was given, I turned to look at them.

"What?" Emmett snorted.

"Dude, you gotta let me work with him tonight." Peter shook his head with a smirk.

"Okay, what do you two know that I don't?" I asked as I pulled my top over my head.

"You're on the bar tonight. Jasper wants to see you in action, how well you blend in." Blend in?

"In other words, the boss wants to check you out all night," Emmett smirked.

"Emmett, shut up. You want me to place you on the bar when I know your record of bar work, you're going the wrong way about this." Peter looked at me. "It happens, from time to time, we have to cover the bar if one of the girls are off sick. Jasper is interested in seeing if you can handle the bar or not."

"And he'll be watching me how?" I asked, tucking my Tee into my trousers.

"He'll be on the bar from time to time tonight. So don't be alarmed if you see more than one of us around the bar tonight."

"Pete... Please! Let me go on the bar! Or at least let me bounce around it. I have to see this, I have high money on this." Peter ran his hand over his face, as I looked between the two.

"High money? On what?" Peter shook his head and looked at Emmett.

"Ignore Emmett, he is almost childlike tonight. Have fun on the bar with the girls, Edward. Emmett, I may let you work around the bar tonight." Peter walked towards the door with Emmett following him.

The club soon opened and I made my way to the bar. This wasn't what I had in mind when I agreed to take this case. Sure, I had spent some time working behind a bar before. It wasn't rocket science, but I didn't like the fact of being forced to work on it tonight just so Jasper could watch.

The girls who normally covered the bar were easy going and friendly enough. They were also big flirts with the customers and always received high tips from the drunken, single lads because they flashed a little bit more flesh. It would sure be entertaining on the bar tonight watching them, if nothing else. Settling into my work, I realised that time was going pretty fast considering how empty the club was tonight. Mid week trade was a little slower than the weekend, and this gave me plenty of time to get to know the girls better.

Most of them were students working for extra cash to help pay for their studies. There were maybe one or two that were working here while they were travelling the world and the rest just didn't know what else to do with their time. None of them seemed to know anything about Jasper's other life, or who they were actually working for. They all told me the same thing, they loved working for him. He paid well, treated them fairly and always offered to help them out if needed. All in all, they painted Jasper as a saint, and not the hardened criminal he actually was.

"Mase." Turning my head to look over my shoulder, I saw Jasper standing against the back wall behind the bar.

"Hey. How long have you been standing there?" Jasper smirked and walked closer to me until he was standing just behind me. My skin broke out in goosebumps feeling his hot breath on the back of my neck.

"Long enough to notice your ass in those trousers." He almost purred in my ear. The sound of his husky purr went straight to my cock. "You enjoying being behind the bar?" He asked as he moved to the side of me, and poured himself a drink.

"Are you enjoying staring at me working behind the bar?" Stop flirting with him! I mentally cursed myself seeing him smile.

"The view is most pleasant." He took a sip of his whiskey. "One I wouldn't mind seeing more of."

"I'm sure you wouldn't." Jasper's eyes darkened just a fraction as he stared at me. "Though, this isn't really fair, is it?"

"No, I guess it's not. Though, I'm sure we could work something out so it was more fair." The tip of his pink tongue peeked through his lips just a fraction. "I'll let you get back to work." He smiled at me and picked up his glass before leaving the bar.

Jasper disappeared out of sight, yet I still felt eyes one me, his eyes. It didn't make me feel uncomfortable as it did the other week, instead I enjoyed the feeling of knowing he was looking at me. Though I never saw him again, I knew he was there lurking in the darkness of the club, watching me. Part of me was mentally cursing myself for allowing this flirting game to continue. He was the bad guy here, the guy I was meant to bring down, not to fuck. The other part of me was loving it even more. Knowing that Jasper was some sort of forbidden fruit only added to the excitement I was feeling.

I may work for MI6 and be on a mission, but I was a man with needs.

Leaning back against the shelving, I looked across the club noticing Demetri walk through the dance floor. Fuck! There was nothing worse than seeing someone you fucked again. He was a nice guy and I did like him at the time, but he was just a vessel, someone for me to use to be able to get off. I had no intention of seeing him again, and after we fucked I left pretty soon after.

"Mason?" He called as he reached the bar. Nodding with a smile, I walked to him.

"Demetri, what can I get ya?"

"You, if you're on offer." He smiled at me, his eyes all full of suggestion.

"I'm working, so it will have to be a drink," I smirked out, watching him sigh.

"Bottle of Bud. What time do you get off?" He asked as I handed the bottle and took his money.

"Closing, why?"

"Because I really wouldn't mind us having another one on one time. Maybe this time I can fuck you into next week?" He winked at me and leaned forward over the bar. "I don't live that far from here." I smirked and rested my wrist on the beer tap.

"Hmm, it's an idea." I said, though I had no intention of going anywhere with him.

"It is, I could make you..." He was cut off by Jasper's hand suddenly appearing on his shoulder.

"Are you buying a drink?" Jasper's voice was cold and harsh, and left no room for argument. Demetri looked Jasper up and down and smiled.

"And you are?" Demetri's cocky tone caused a smirk and a raised eyebrow from Jasper.

"Your worst fucking nightmare, now fuck off," Jasper seethed, his whole face became murderous.

"Listen, pal." Demetri stated, pushing a finger against Jasper's chest. "Why don't you fuck off. Can't you see we're talk-" He was cut off by Jasper grabbing his wrist and twisting his arm behind his back and slamming his head against the bar.

"I am not your pal, but I am your worst fucking nightmare." Jasper looked up at me in disgust. "Garrett! Get this piece of shit out of my fucking club now." Jasper let go of Demetri and thrust him towards Garrett. "If I so much as see you anywhere near the fucking grounds of this place, I will have you begging for your sad, pathetic, little life. Do I make myself clear?" Jasper threatened. Demetri, who now looked scared, nodded before Garrett dragged him out the club.

"Jasper, that was a little uncalled for. We were only talking." Jasper slammed his fist on the bar. The girls behind the bar jumped slightly, while I remained unchanging just staring at him.

"I pay you to work the fucking bar and floor, not to sort out your next pick up. You want to get laid, you sort it out in your own time and not on mine. I will not tolerate this on my time. Consider this a warning, Mason. Do I make myself fucking clear?" He demanded of me full of authority. I refused to answer him, more pissed off over how he was acting. "Do I? Or would you like to join your fucking friend right now?"

Sighing in defeat, I answered. "Crystal, it won't happen again."

"Good, now get the fuck out of my club. Those hours I owe you, you're taking them now!" He seethed before looking at Emmett. "Escort Mason off the premises, please." Emmett flipped the end of the bar open.

"It's okay, Emmett. I know my way out." I said through gritted teeth looking at Jasper as I walked out from behind the bar.