Sorry, the last chapter 5 got mixed with one. I've sorted it now lol
EPOV
My eyes were open before the sun had even begun to rise. Slowly, I could see the very start of drawn beginning to break over the Mountains that surrounded the city. The curtains were open, a long with the window, letting a cool early morning breeze fill the bedroom.
My plan, my hope was that the breeze would help clear my mind; help me figure all this out, but it didn't. My mind was still a jumbled mess of emotions and thoughts, just it had been when I came to bed. No matter how hard I tried to place everything back in order, I just couldn't.
I had tossed and turned all night. Images of last night, that office, flowed around and around my head. His kiss; the way they felt against mine. His moan; how it drove me crazy. His hand; and how amazing they felt on my skin. His skin; and how incredible it felt underneath my finger tips. All of it, ran a round in my head. My lips still tingled, still wanted to feel his upon mine.
If only I could switch off, or be someone else, this wouldn't be a problem. If I was just Mason Hale, the guy who went to collage, studied sports science, dropped out in his second year, dossed around for a while, before settling into working a bouncer. If I was the guy I was making out to be, then this wouldn't be happening. I would have been a wake for the last few hours; I would have been sleep, relaxed and I would have been laid.
But no, life wasn't that simple for me. Underneath the act of Mason Hale, I was Edward Cullen, MI6 agent, sent in undercover to take down Jasper Whitlock. This is where my problems lie. The man I am, Edward, wants Jasper. He's good looking, smart, funny, and looks fucking fuckable in those suits that hug his ass perfectly. But the man I am pretending to be, Mason, I reminding me that sleeping with Jasper would be a bad idea; that I am here to bring him down and nothing else.
During the hours that have passed, while I lie awake in the dark, waiting for sleep to come. I had kicked the idea around that I could get away with just a fuck. One fuck and that would be it, we could have that and still continue to work together. The mission would not be placed in any danger, nothing would be compromised and everyone would be happy, right?
Wrong.
I knew that one taste of Jasper wouldn't be enough, I would want more. It would be like a drug addict needing more, or something like that. What ever had happened between us, that had changed, altered or played with, within me, had made it so I wanted to more and more about him.
If I was just me, if he wasn't him, if something in this whole god damn equation was different, it would change everything.
Groaning in frustration, I threw the the covers back; admitting defeat, that tonight I wasn't going to get anymore sleep then the few hours I had gotten. Heading in to the kitchen, I stretched my neck and shoulders making them crack. The tension, the frustration of everything was sitting right there. I needed to relax, I needed to get out this stupid mood.
I wasn't some child, unable to get over some silly crush. I was a fully grown man, a train killer. MI6 agents weren't meant to act like silly little fourteen year old girls, crushing over some guy. This wasn't meant to happen.
He is deadly. Highly dangerous, one of the worlds most feared men. A drug lord, a mob boss, a killer. The hardest part of my job was meant to be me getting involved in the circle of tightly knitted friends he had, not my sexual need. Last night events could have easily compromised the whole mission. Jasper Whitlock and rejection, didn't go well together.
I would need to smooth this over, try and sort out this mess that had happened. Heading back to HQ after being fired would not sit well. This operation had been months in making. Countless hours were spent looking at the best possible way to get in, waiting for the right moment. The prospect of Jasper suddenly hiring bouncers at his club, arrived at the perfect time. These sort of chances to walk into something with so little ease where few and far between. To be fired and have to return back to HQ because I rejected Jasper's advances towards me would piss off my bosses and the chances of me ever being given field activities again would disappear.
Slamming my fist down on the counter, pain ripped through my already sore hand. "Son of a bitch!" I screamed, rubbing my now throbbing hand once again.
The coffee machine seemed to take forever and a day to release its its wonderful dark brown liquid. I wanted it now, not in ten minutes time when it decided it was ready.
"God damn it, hurry up already." I screamed at the stupid coffee machine. Screaming at the coffee machine, now? Really, Edward. As if the machine was laughing me, it seemed to go even slower.
Stomping off like some stroppy teenage boy, I grabbed the laptop off the side and dumped it on the coffee table in the living room. Last night, I had started to look up Harry Clearwater, but had only made it as far as logging into MI6 before my frustration got the better of me and I slammed it shut.
I should be looking, I should be doing my homework and digging up everything I could find on , Instead I was stropping over last night. Maybe after coffee I will be able to switch of the teenage boy in me and act like an adult and do my work, I wasn't counting on it.
Finally, the coffee machine was done and I was able to fill my system with its wonderful liquid. Sitting down, with a mug of strong coffee in my hand, I turned on the laptop. The will to start working wasn't there, the sheer thought of trailing through MI6's archive filled me with dread and boredom. Though, I knew I needed to do it, all I really wanted was just someone to talk too.
Not being able to be me, meant I had no one I could turn to and talk things over with. Everything had to stay inside. Talking to one of my friends would mean admitting what I was doing and that was a dangerous idea. My whole life was built around lies all the time.
Giving up once again, I closed the lid down on the laptop, realising that until I sorted it out with Jasper, I was never going to be able to get my head in gear. Getting up off the sofa, I walked off into the bathroom and turned on the shower, giving it chance to heat up.
Stripping off, I looked at my face in the mirror. My lips were still red and slightly swollen from our kiss. My eyes drifted to my neck, little tiny red marks covered up my neck from where he had bit me. Lastly, I looked at my eyes. The dark circles that formed under them from my lack of the sleep, the slight bloodshot white of my eyes, and the dull green, full giving away just how unhappy I was.
Stepping under the hot shower spray, my body began to relax. The hot water began to wash away my tension from last night, if only it could have the same reaction to my mind. Washing myself down, I decided I would have to go and see Jasper this morning, apologise for last night, and hope this could be forgotten about.
Who the fuck was I kidding?
I would be lucky to still walk out of there with my job and not having screwed up the whole fucking objective.
Stepping out of the shower, I toweled off and heading into the bedroom to get changed. It was early, still stupidly early. I would be taking a chance that Jasper would be at the club now, and if he wasn't I would just have to wait.
Throwing on a pair of Baggy jeans and a hoodie, I grabbed my keys and phone and left the apartment. The streets were empty as I made my way to the club, it felt surreal heading there just before nine AM in the morning. I knew that Jessica would be there, she was due to start work at eight, why? No idea, but it was great that she did right now.
Pulling up outside the club, I noticed Peter's car parked a few cars down. Having a slightly uneasy feeling begin to sink in the pit of my stomach, I walked to the club doors. Hitting the buzzer, I waited for the locks to click and open before walking in.
"Mason? Are you meant to be in?" Jessica greeted me as I walked in.
"Um no. Is Jasper around?" I asked looking around.
"He is, but he's a little busy. Do you want to wait? I don't know how long he will be, though." She smiled sweetly at me, with a little lick of her lips.
"I'll wait, mind if I wait in the club?" She shook her head at me, "Great."
Walking past her, I headed into the club. I was slightly shocked to find the main doors unlocked. The main lights were already on, as I walked in which only fueled my already uneasy feeling. Looking around the floor, I saw that no one was about that I could see. The remains of the club being opened last night was still here, meaning that the cleaners hadn't been in.
Sitting down at the bar, I listened to the sounds around me. The hum of the fridges filled the room, but there was also something else. Something that sounded like muffled voices. Turning my head slightly I tried to listen more closely to the sound before getting up and moving closer towards it.
The door to the seller was slightly ajar, indicating that someone was down there. Pushing the door slightly, I slipped through the gap and crept slowly and carefully down the steps.
"Please..." I heard the crying voice plead.
"You are always at the bottom of shit." Peter?
"I...I'm sorry." The mans voice sounded scared to death.
Moving slowly, I hid behind the large mental barrels. Sam, the man from last night was on his knees on the cold concrete floor. His arms were behind his back, and blood covered his face. Peter and Garrett stood either side of him, followed by Jasper pacing across the floor in front of him. His head was down as he took five steps forward, before turning and walking back. Jasper hands where behind his back as he paced, clearly thinking of his next move.
"Sam, we had an understanding, did we not?" Jasper voice was firm and cold.
"It...I...yes." Sam pleaded a little more. Jasper snorted loudly making Sam flinch.
"See, I thought our understanding was simple. You keep your nose out of my business and you keep your life. And yet, last night you walk into my club with Harry fucking Clearwater." Jasper stopped pacing and stood in front of him. "Look at me boy when I am speaking to you." Garrett grabbed the back of Sam's head and pulled his head up.
"Harry asked me to come, I didn't want to, he made me." Sam sobbed out. Peter and Garrett chuckled.
"Made you?" Jasper shook his head, "See, I find that very hard to believe, considering the fact you don't work for him. You don't work anyone, you're and errand boy. Harry brought you with him to cause trouble, and caused it you did."
"It got out of hand." Sam continued to plead.
"Out of hand?" Peter spat. "You charged at Jasper."
"Don't you think you have done enough to me? Your bouncer already did a number on my face." Jasper titled he head to the side and smirked while pulling a gun out of his jacket. "Please...Please"
"Sam, I feel I have given you more than enough chances here." Jasper said, turning the silencer around the end of the gun. "Any last requests?"
"Please, I.." His words were cut short buy Jasper raising his hand and pulling the trigger in the middle of Sam's head. Sam fell back and collapsed on his side, his eyes wide open with blood pooling out the back of his head.
My heart was beating frantically in my chest over what I had just witnessed. Sam had just been killed in front of my eyes. Murdered in cold blood. I certainly had enough now to bring Jasper down, but they wanted not just Jasper, but everyone connected to him.
Jasper unscrewed the silencer off and smirked. "I never liked him, anyway. One less thorn in my side." About to place his gun back in his jacket he stopped and looked directly in my direction. "You can come out now, Mase."
Shit! How did he know I was there?
Standing, I nervously walked out from behind the barrel's and over to over to them. My eyes were wide, flickering back to the Sam's dead body.
"And what do we do with you? Hmm?" Jasper stated s Peter moved closer towards me. "Peter." Was all I heard before the handle of a gun was smashed into my face knocking me out cold.
"...Any second now." I heard as my eyes began to flutter open. Trying to pull my hands, I realised they were tied behind the chair along with my legs.
Opening my eyes fully, the bright light hurt my eyes, causing my already sore head to pound painfully hard. Groaning, I tried again. This time my eyes opened and fell on Jasper face, who was sitting in front of me. Turning my head, I looked around, realising we were Jasper's office.
"Look at me, Mase." His tone was harsh and cold, but not as cold as it had been with Sam. Looking at him, his deep blue eyes stared back at me. "Tell me why you were down there?"
"I came to see you." I groaned out, my voice was rough, my throat was so dry.
"Why?" He asked, slightly off a demand.
"About last night. I came to say sorry." Jasper smirked and looked at Peter.
"You can leave, Peter. Go help Emmett remove Sam's body." Hearing the door open and close shut, Jasper looked at me and smiled slightly. "Wondering how I knew you were there?" I nodded in response. "My little secret, that if you live past today you might find out." He smirked and got off the edge of his desk.
Turning my head, I watched Jasper walk to the mini fridge and pull out a bottle of water. Opening the cap, I saw him pour some into a glass and walk back over to me. He placed the glass next to a gun that was on his desk and walked behind me.
"You see the gun, but you're not dumb enough to make a grab for it are you? I'm sure you realise its not the only one I carry." A cool metal blade ran down arm before I heard a snap of the ties. "Good, I would hate to have to kill you too."
Unmoving, Jasper walked back in front of me and sat on the edge of the desk looking at me. He picked up glass of water and held it out to me.
"You can take it, its only water. Poising isn't really my style." Carefully, I took the glass of him and down the water. The cool liquid felt so good run down my dry throat. "Better?"
"Yes, thank you." I replied, wondering what was coming next.
"Mase, I like you, but you already know that. And its because I like you that I willing to offer you something." He placed his hands either side of his legs and looked at me.
"What?"
"Why did you do that last night?" He asked. I looked down, trying to think of something to say. Two of Jasper's fingers went underneath my chin and lifted my head up. "Look at me, Mase and answer my question."
"Its not a good idea." I replied weakly. Jasper sighed and shook his head.
"Not good enough, Mase. You seemed to think it was good idea when I had you pinned against the wall, kissing you." He leaned forward, bring his face just inches from mine. "Tell me why?"
"Because I work for you, because of who you are." I wasn't really lying with my answer, I just wasn't giving the full reason. Jasper seemed to ponder this for a minute.
"So, if you didn't work for me in the club, you wouldn't have rejected me? Is that it? Or do you think that mob bosses just fuck and then kill their latest fucks?" I nodded my head at him. "Answer me, Mase."
"I don't know, maybe. How could I continue to work for you after fucking you. It would make things awkward." Jasper smirked at my reply.
"And this isn't awkward? You just saw me kill a man in cold blood. I'm hardly about to let you walk out of here, now am I?" Jasper picked up his gun and stood up, sticking it in the back of his belt. "I'm hardly about to turn my back on you with my gun just lying around am I?" He said, catching me watching him.
"What do you want from me?" I asked as Jasper walked over to the large oak cabinet.
"I bet you could do with a drink about now, right? After all this could be the last one you ever have." Jasper turned over two crystal glasses and poured out two large shots of whiskey. If I hadn't of just witness a murder, or having the prospect of my life ending, I would have found this funny.
"Jasper, what offer?" I asked as he returned and handed me the glass of whiskey.
"Your life." He smirked out and took a sip of his whiskey.
"What about it?" My voice shook slightly, giving off the aura that I was scared right now.
"Think very carefully here Mase, I am offering you your life. In exchange you work for me. You will do as I say, you will get your hands dirty in more ways than just bouncing my club. Do you understand?"
"You want me to be part of your world, in exchange for my life? Why?" Again Jasper leant forward, bring his face dangerously close to mine.
"Isn't it obvious? One, I like you and I don't particularly like killing things that I like and two. I think you will be good in my world. After last nights performance, your talents will prove of great used to me. So what will it be Mase, your life? Or your death?" His face was even closer to mine now.
Our noses were almost touching, his breath fanned my face. His eyes were burning into mine, almost pleading with me to pick my life over my death.
"Jasper." I breathed out in a whisper.
"I don't give many second chances, Mase. But I am with you. Don't make me kill you." He whispered. "Join or die, its that simple."
Closing my eyes, I breathed in deeply taking in his scent. What I wouldn't give right now to lean forward and kiss him. Kissing him got me in this mess in the first place. At least with I agreed to work for him, I wouldn't be placed in this situation again, would I? He wouldn't want that if I worked for him this way, surely? Opening my eyes, I saw Jasper was still staring at me, his face still as close to mine as it had been before.
"What about this." The words came out before I had chance to stop them. I was making mistakes, rookie mistakes at best.
"Us you mean?" He asked.
"Yes." Jasper closed his eyes for a second, when he opened them they had darkened a fraction. My breathing hitched slightly before he closed the distance and gentle pressed his lips to mine just once before pulling back.
"You don't want me, Mase. You made that clear last night. I'll back off, leave you alone." He sat fully back, away from my face and picked up his drink. "What will it be Mase?"
"I'll join." Jasper's face broke into a beautiful dimpled grin.
"Good, killing you would have been a great shame." Jasper got off the desk and snapped the ties around my legs with a pocket knife before walking around the over side of the desk. He sighed as he sat down, and looked at me. "Don't look so scared, Mase. You just brought your life back, smile, have a drink."
"And how do I know you won't just pop me when I go to leave?" I asked before knocking back the whiskey.
"Well, you don't. But I don't go back on my word. If I was going to kill you, I would have done it by now." He smirked out. "Would you look at that, only midday and already its been a busy day."
"What am I meant to do?" I asked, wondering when I could just go home and try and make sense of today.
"Eager aren't you? Well, right now I have nothing for you to do. And if I am honest, the bruising on your face is bad bad for business." He opened the desk draw and pulled out a small red packet. Throwing it to me, he said, "Takes these, it will help with the headache your bound to be feeling."
"Thanks" I muttered, getting up and walking over to the cabinet to grab the bottle of water.
"In a few days time, I will want you to run an errand for me. I am expecting a payment, and I want you to go get it. One of the boys will be with you, Emmett maybe, but I want you to handle this." Knocking back two painkillers, I downed them with water.
"And how do you know I won't just steal the money, or run, or go to the police?" Jasper laughed, throwing his head back and exposing his neck to me. The faint tiny red marks from where I bite him where just visible to the naked eye.
"Do you think I am stupid? That I am completely new to this game? I may not be as old as some of the others in this business, but I am no rookie. See I don't believe you will do any of these things and if you so much as attempted to do any of these things, I will know." He smirked and turned in his chair, resting his elbows on the table.
"See Mase, now you work for me, I need to know just where you are and what you are doing at all times. Put it simple, you will be watched. Every move you make will come back to me, every person you speak to will come back to me. You are completely in my pocket Mase, for now." He grinned at me with an evil glint in his eye.
"So I'm going to be watched 24/7?" I asked in some disbelief.
"Pretty much, yes. You are, however safe in your own home, but I will know every single person that walks through your door. Remember I don't trust you. I like you, but that doesn't mean I trust you. These are two different things."
"For how long?" Jasper shrugged in response. "How long, Jasper? Forever?"
"Until I see fit that I trust you enough to not know your every movement. That depends on how well you work for me, how many fuck ups you make, and how often I am giving you jobs." He smiled and knocked his drink back. "You'll know when I trust you enough. If I was you, Mase. I would go home, have a bath relax and unwind." Being dismissed, I stood up and walked towards the door.
"And Mase?" I turned to see him looking at me from his desk. "I'm sorry Peter hit you, I'm sure you can understand it was necessary."
"I understand" With that I opened the door and quickly closed the door. Peter and Garrett where standing there.
"Looks like Mason has joined us." I heard Garrett say to Peter.
"Welcome to the team, Mason." Peter called as I jogged down the stairs.