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A/N : Gosh, I'm terribly sorry for the late update. I've been so busy with my family and work, and a long holiday in between. And when I returned from holiday, work has been piled up like crazy! I'm really sorry that I made you guys wait. Anyway, thank you so much for the PMs and comments reminding me constantly to update. I truly understand how you guys must be anxious. So I tried my best to write this chapter in what little time that I had. It's just a super short chapter.
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AcroDancer13: I'm so touched for the support that you gave me. Thank you so so much. And I'm really happy that you enjoy my work. Hope you enjoy this one too.
lytebrytehybrid88: Not exactly true, I have to say. Emmett doesn't want to involve Jacob in his business, he's trying keep Jacob away from it, but it is not his intention at all to bring Jacob along for the trip just to leave him. It's just that he met a beautiful boy and dangerously in love with and couldn't help but wanting to be with Jacob despite knowing the risk that he's taking as a mafia boss.
TillITryIllNeverKnow: I totally agree! At this point, any lies Jacob trying to create, is just a way to cover the truth. He's already hopelessly in love. And they both need each other more than they ever have the guts to admit.
girl black 20: Haha, I roughly get what you mean. But I still understand what you're trying to say basically. I agree, Emmett is the first person in his life that honestly cared about him. That's what scares Jacob mostly, because he never knows what it feels like having someone that cares.
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PunkyPus: Wow! I really love the way you describe Emmett and Jacob! The love story between a gentle giant and slightly broken boy. How do you come up with that? That is just GOLD! Thank you! You're amazing :)
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Warning : Mentions of violence, crimes, angst.
The stolen glances, the moments in between the actions
The dice are rolled, the skeleton sit by the fork in the road
The paths that twist and turn, the journey goes on
~ Bluetrace by Stateless
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Chapter 8 : Bluetrace
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I smirked as I watched Emmett left the bed to go into the bathroom. His hair a mess and his back sporting red scratches running down the length of it. It was a delicious sight to see, his body marked by me during a throes of passion, that thought alone made my blood sizzled intensely.
The sweat that cling on my skin cooled down, but my hair really need a wash. It was wild and tangled at the ends, but I can't bring myself to care about my messy state, the scent of our coupling, musky and heady clouding my mind as I savoured it.
Emmett returned to the bed, cleaned me off my cum and without a condom wrapped around his dick. The taste of him still lingered in my mouth, the thickness of it still a present ache in my hole. Another thought that makes me curled my toes against the warm white sheets.
"I'd hate to leave you so soon," Emmett muttered, settling down on the bed, a damp cloth in his hand, reaching over without any hesitation, wiped away the drying cum off my body.
I blinked in wonder. Emmett is a romantic, isn't he? I had never been cleaned up after sex before. Even the last few times with Emmett, I had to clean myself.
"It's fine." I whispered, controlling my voice, trying to make it sound lazy and content, when my mind was complaining 'not fine'.
Emmett kissed my lips gently, "I'll be back later, ten" he kissed my cheekbone, "Maybe eleven. Late, anyway." Another kiss on my temple, "Then again, tomorrow morning..."
"Will I ever see you?" I whispered again, my throat feeling tight.
He can't just leave me here alone!
"Yes, tomorrow afternoon. And tonight, for bed." Emmett leaned over me, caging me in.
I stared up at those smiles and my mouth forming a little smile on the corner. He kissed me again, softly but deep that making my cheeks flushed.
"Oh, sweetheart," Emmett sounded pained as he pressed another kiss to my forehead.
My fingers curled tight in the sheets, refraining myself to just grab the blond, and tied him to the bed.
"I have to go" He whispered.
"Yeah, I want to sleep, leave me alone." I rolled my eyes.
"Monello." Emmett chuckled as he finally leave the bed and went to change.
I watched him with a sleepy gaze, and said nothing as I noticed that the hickey I left on Emmett's neck wasn't covered by his shirt collar.
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Five minutes after Emmett left the room, dressed in his usual suit, I received a call on the hotel's phone.
"Hello?"
"It's Phoenix." Of course. "What did you have planned for the rest of the day?"
I sat back against the bed's headboard, humming, indeed wondering what I was going to do. Spending my whole day with Phoenix, my big, bad babysitter.
After a moment I responded, "I'd like to go for a walk."
"Where?"
"I heard Ocean Drive's a good place." I replied.
"Alright. Phone me when you're ready."
"Sure," I muttered, repeating Phoenix's room number when he gave it to me before hanging up.
I pushed down the sheets, my eyes caught the small blooming red marks on my hip. A lovely little mark Emmett had left.
I sighed. If Emmett wasn't going to take me for a nice little walk tonight, then Phoenix would. Well, I'm not going to waste five days in Miami sitting in a hotel room. No matter how much I wanted to have the mafia boss beside me.
Emmett, Emmett, Emmett. Stop thinking about him all the time.
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It was still warm outside despite the setting sun. We were walking down the Ocean Drive, which not too far from our hotel.
Phoenix has been quiet, aside from the expected 'how are you'. Mostly he just walked beside me and watching people. I grumbled inwardly. Coming to Miami, I was ready to take on the world. Sort of.
We were walking not far down the street when my stomach growled. I decided to have ice cream to cool down in this warm sunny weather.
Phoenix pulled me into a shopping complex and I browsed the list of flavours displayed from a small gelato shop.
"Mango, please" I told the girl who were taking my order. I moved aside as Phoenix moved forward while reaching back taking out his wallet.
My eyes caught a gleam of a handgun tucked safely in the back of Phoenix's pants. A flash of cold sweat emerged from the back of my neck as I flicked my eyes back to his wallet, a small stack of bills in a ratty old leather wallet. I'm sure Emmett had ordered him to pay for whatever I wanted tonight, because it seemed like something Emmett would do.
Nevertheless, I muttered 'thank you', took the ice cream cup and walked to a small table, and took a seat across from Phoenix, my big bad babysitter.
"Thank Emmett," Phoenix muttered deep in his accent, looking at me with his dark eyes for a second before looking out into the crowds passing by the little shop, "He wants to spoil you." His voice a little tense.
"Don't like that idea?" I asked softly, leaning onto the table and curling my tongue over the little purple spoon.
Phoenix gazed back at me and I ticked my eyebrow at him. But Phoenix didn't say anything, looking back out to the window, eyes scanning for threat.
But I ignored his silence, "Is it because of what I am?" I whispered, prodding the plastic ware into the melting ice cream.
The dark haired man sat back against his chair with a frown, his muscled arms crossed over his chest as he stared at me, "This sounds like an interrogation."
"I'm just curious…" I shrugged my shoulder and grinned behind the spoon as I mouthed another spoonful of ice cream.
Phoenix smirked at me while watching me with calculating gaze for a few seconds before looking back to the crowd. I chewed my lip, looking back down at my gelato.
Phoenix is not Emmett. He shouldn't be able to read me in the same way Emmett did. To him, I'm just a guy his boss paid to fuck, and now he was paid to look after me when Emmett's not here. That's all. But now said whore was questioning him.
Another few scoops of gelato passed, when I asked, "Aren't you hot in that?" nodding at his jacket.
"No," Phoenix shook his head, meeting my gaze again, "It is hotter in Italy during summer. This, I can stand."
"Do you spent most of your time there?" I asked next, spooning the bottom of the cup, scraping the last little bit of ice cream.
"You," Phoenix chuckled suddenly, looking at me with a vaguely amused expression, "Are very curious"
"Emmett said I'm nosy." I said pushing away the empty cup as I shifted back in my seat. I crossed my arms on the table, staring at the tough man across, another stranger that I supposed to trust.
Phoenix sniffed, and he looked out to the crowd again, "Emmett does not like too many questions, so keep that in mind. Especially if you are going to be spending a few days with him."
I raised my eyebrow, "Oh? Why's that?" I asked.
"He had a temper," Phoenix said as he looked at me, "He is… a complex man, with many sides to him."
"How long have you worked with him?" I can't help from asking, my brows furrowing slightly.
"Longer than any of his other men," Phoenix muttered, despite his reluctance to answer with a number, he continued, "I have seen him at his worst, and now, best. I would call him a friend if it did not have a special meaning to it."
I smiled at him, "Anyone who takes a bullet for me can call themselves my friend."
"It is different," Phoenix muttered, frowning a little, looking at me again, "Emmett, is different."
Yeah, he is.
I looked back at the man who had sacrificed his life for Emmett and wonder if I would ever find someone that would take a bullet for me.
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Phoenix is a private man, just as private as me. He won't say much about himself. But from what I gathered, Phoenix is a loyal man with respectable rankings. Not that working for a mafia boss is respectable, but in that field, yes. Phoenix is some sort of threat neutraliser. He killed people for Emmett, and anyone who was deemed as potential threat to their business. Phoenix also had his own men whom he leads. Like a special task force of elite assassins.
Phoenix didn't laugh or smile much, but he did have a charming little smirk, when he's not being scary, looking at people like an eagle preying on a snack. It appeared after my attempt at a bad joke. Even so, most of the time, Phoenix looked out to the crowd surrounding us and kept me close enough for my safety.
"Emmett does not like questions because it is suspicious," I remembered Phoenix's words as we walked down the neon lit Ocean Drive, the sky was dark, "In this business, suspicious leads to threat, threat leads to death. Simple as that."
I was not sure if Phoenix told me was because I was 'innocent' or something like that. But Phoenix wouldn't tell that sort of information just to anyone. It sparked something inside me, instantly.
The fact that I asked Emmett questions was the answer as to why Emmett was being very reluctant to answer me. Did he think of me as a threat? That I was in this solely for information?
I do trust you, sweetheart. More than you think.
Emmett said that just this morning. But how do I know he's telling the truth?
When we returned to the hotel, Phoenix escorted me up, checked both the hallways and the room before I was allowed to go in.
"Is Emmett really in this much danger?" I asked softly as I stood at the door before stepping in, holding my arm with the other hand. I hadn't meant to look so vulnerable, because the next second, Phoenix had a look of pity on his scary face.
"Yes, and he probably always will be."
I stared at the carpet beneath my feet, letting Phoenix's words sunk in, before the muscled man, walked and wished me goodnight. I barely heard Phoenix's reminder about calling him if I need anything, and said goodnight before closing the door that locked shut in front of me.
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I went on autopilot, moving around in the room, dressed into something light and comfortable. I turned on the air-conditioner high, wanting the coolness while I slept. I replaced the rectangular packet of lube and squared packet of condoms with new ones from my toiletry bag, and placed them conveniently on Emmett's bedside table.
I brushed my teeth and combed my hair, stared at myself, the baby faced boy with long black tresses. I needed a haircut as my hair was getting longer, almost reaching my middle. It does get in the way during sex sometimes, but most of my clients loved it. They loved to pull my hair, arched my body into a bow as they fucked me harder. I ran my fingers over the ends. Maybe a little trim when I return home.
Home. My home is wherever I laid my head. What do I have back in home? Nothing. No family, no friends. I have no friends there, nowhere, in fact. And I haven't got a friend in a very long time.
I shut the light, leaving the room in darkness. Only a little light peeking from the bathroom door. I moved a heavy arm chair towards the window, facing the sea, watched as the water glimmer brightly under the moonshine. It cast the room in a hazy glow, as I sat on the plush seat in a tangle of limbs. How I wished for a cigarette.
The door opened behind me. I saw Emmett's reflection in the mirror, heard the sound of the locks a second later.
"Jacob?"
"I'm here." I muttered, flicking my eyes down, as Emmett crosses the room. His footsteps are light, and I could smell the liquor and cigars clinging to his suit.
It was oddly comforting.
"What on earth are you doing?" Emmett chuckled softly, rounding the arm chair to crouch in front of me. I stared at him in the dim light of the night and can't remember how to breathe as I stared into his blue eyes, sparkling like a spring water. The blond man looked so beautiful.
"Admiring," I whispered, a little breathless.
Emmett smiled and stared back, the warmth of his body melting my icy skin. He reached forward, gently pinched my chin, with a thumb and curled fore finger, a small repeated affection that always brought comfort to me.
"I'm going to shower then we'll go to bed, alright?" His eyes were tired, but they were smiling as was his lips.
I nodded and watched Emmett retreating back as he went into the bathroom. I stood and went to bed, moved under the covers and lay down inside it. The bed felt unbelievably big and empty, and I waited patiently for Emmett to get in with me and snuggle into his warm embrace.
After a few minutes passed, the door opened, and the light from the bathroom was shut off.
"Come to bed." I whispered into the darkness, eyes still watching the window.
"Sweetheart, we already had sex today."
Oh.
That stung.
But I was glad Emmett couldn't see my reaction, "I know." I covered up, my throat dried suddenly.
"It's freezing in here. I need clothes."
Think something!
"I'll keep you warm…" I whispered, my voice wavered at the end, but I ignored it.
I didn't hear anything after, only felt that the cover was lifted up. I smiled to myself, pleased at the small success.
Emmett settled behind me, spooning me effectively with a big arm rest on my chest. Emmett's arm is big, strong and warm and my heart beat steadily under it.
For once, I was clothed and my client naked.
"How was your evening?" Emmett murmured at the nape of my neck.
"Good," I answered, "We went for a walk, and Phoenix bought me gelato." I left out the part where Phoenix and I had talked about him.
Emmett hummed behind me, and I licked my lips, keeping my voice slow and soft, "It was mango. Thank you."
"Anything for you," Emmett mumbled and I squeezed my eyes shut, "Goodnight, sweetheart. I'll wake you for breakfast tomorrow."
I muttered back 'goodnight' and opened my eyes to stare out of the window, a fluffy pillow, on a comfortable bed, in a very expensive hotel suite, with a mafia boss curling behind me.
There's no sex.
Just a firm hold on my waist and a weight over my mind and my soul.
Oh, Emmett. What have you done to me?
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TBC
A/N : Okay, next chapter, there's gonna be bigger drama, and much more bigger conflicts. So, be prepared, guys. Don't say I didn't warned you.
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