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Someone's getting married but it's probably not who you think. ;)
Chapter 2 – Mr. J. Rossi
ALL JamPOV
I walked into my club; The Pink P. It was legally a strip joint but the girls provided special services to high paying customers in private rooms upstairs. Spotlights flashed on the stage as one of the dancers, Le grande Busty, strutted out to entertain the men and a few women with her huge jugs. The crowd was good and most of the patrons had their eyes glued on Busty's bust or were getting lap dances or drinks from the waitresses.
"Hello Mr. Rossi." A scantily clad waitress seductively brushed her body against mine. "Might, I offer ya a drink?" She pushed her tray in my direction, blinked her fake eyelashes and pouting her thin lips. She looked sick and fake but if I had time I would fuck her just because I could and I hadn't ... yet.
"Yea, and it's 'May I'... ya know... uh… Name?" My manager Jane hired and handled all dancers. The Pink P was just a front for my illegal activities but, it did make a lot of fucking money.
"Lauren. I'm new."
I took a shot, downed it and placed the empty glass on her tray.
"Need anything else?" She continued rubbing and blinking; this was getting old ... fast.
"Yea," I smiled cruelly and roughly grabbed her trashy brown hair. I used it to pull her to me and she let out a yelp. "Get back to work bitch and stop trying to fuck the boss!" I whispered harshly in her ear before I pushed her scrawny body away.
After nodding to a couple of VIPs I made my way to my office in the back. Aro was sitting behind my desk flanked by two ton Tony and slippery Sal.
What the fuck was this?
"Aro," I hadn't seen this coming; I tried to hide my surprise. "I thought we were meeting for brunch later today."
"Ah… James, I've been waiting for you, my most TRUSTED Capo. Please, be seated."
"You're in my seat," In more ways than one. "Boss." I added as an afterthought. I didn't want to seem rude or get myself in any more trouble, even though I had no idea what was going on. I had to play this by ear and the way he stressed trusted did not go unnoticed.
Watch your mouth, James. Instinct whispered in my head.
"Humour me Jimmy, as the boss I deserve the best seat in the room. Don't you think?" He smirked and raised a brow; daring me to correct him.
People stopped calling me Jimmy after my button ceremony. I knew by Aro doing it now he was reminding me that he made me and that he could break me. He was pulling rank. At that moment I knew two things:
1. Aro was pissed at me. So I had done something wrong but, it affected him personally.
2. I had to do whatever he wanted or I would die.
I can't wait to whack this old bastard and take over.
I sat in the chair across from my fucking desk to placate him. The problem was obviously amendable since I was still alive; if it wasn't I would have been dead when I walked in the office. I planned to bide my time.
"How was the job?" Aro asked toying with a picture frame on my desk. It wasn't mine; I had no picture frames on my desk. So whatever was wrong had to do with who was in that photo.
I answered the question. "Done, it wasn't clean though; some broad saw us. We'll take care of her."
"I have no doubt that you will." Silence engulfed us. I steeled my nerves and stared at Aro.
What are you hiding? Spit it out old man.
Aro leaned forward staring intently at the photo in his hand. Then he threw the picture frame into my lap and I flipped it over to reveal a childhood photograph of his one and only child and daughter, Victoria. Her bright red hair was in two ponytails and while she swung on a swing set smiling brightly.
"Did something happen to Victoria?" I asked as I tried to remember when I last visited the cunt.
About little more than one month ago?
"Yes, she was deflowered and is with child" Aro said softly and then he sneered "By you!"
Deflowered? What a fucking joke!
I stifled a laugh. That broad wasn't a virgin when she let me hit it for the first time after I got my button four years ago. At the time she was sixteen after that, I fucked her whenever we could get together which was every couple of weeks or so. She thought she was in love and it was just pussy to me. I didn't dare mention it to Aro; it would have only infuriated him further and slippery Sal looked as if he was wondering if he could have gotten away with another murder.
With child? By me? ... What the fuck?
"So what you're saying is she's knocked up?" I asked not believing the child was mine. She got around; I wouldn't be surprised if every dick in New Jersey tapped that ass. But, Aro thought it was mine and that was all that mattered. "So what am I suppose to do about it?"
Fuck, why did I say that?
"She said you were the only one. You will make an honest woman out of her."
Only one? … Fucking lying bitch.
"What the fuck does that mean Aro?" I asked coldly.
Shit! Is my mouth on auto-fucking-pilot?
When Aro Volturi came over from the old country he had it rough. He and his brothers survived on the streets and were ruthless in doing whatever it took to build their empire. So I knew he could be street and fight dirty when he wanted to. Since he stepped up the ladder he became more refined; listening to opera, poetry, literature and crap like that. However, all the bougie bullshit was getting on my nerves.
"As you know we are Catholic and…"
"Cut the bull, tell me what you want." I was getting tired of this conversation and wanted him out of my chair. I leaned back.
"Fine, It is quite simple; Marry Victoria." He smiled.
"Or what?" I asked locking eyes with the bastard; I wanted him to say it.
"You know what." He motioned for his photograph. I handed it back to him. I knew what the other option was. I didn't want to marry Victoria but it was either that or I would have been dead.
"You'll buy a ring; an expensive ruby stone. Then join my wife, Victoria and I for brunch in the morning." He stroked his chin. "You will propose and you will make it romantic, heartfelt and realistic. I'll make sure you have a speedy wedding in about a month."
"So that when the baby comes seven months later you can say it was premature and your daughter's reputation will be intact." I knew it was something that Aro would think up. He nodded and I smiled; I was in his head. I needed to stay there.
"Are there any more conditions?" I asked; almost certain that there were.
"Just a few; you will be faithful to my daughter until the baby is born, my wife and I would like at least three grandchildren and divorce is not an option." He stood. "Treat her like a princess and give her all she wants."
I studied his face; I was fucked. But, I would use it to my advantage. I resigned myself to my fate.
"Aw … James, don't look so crestfallen. This marriage will only serve to strengthen our bond. We are going to be family." He smiled evilly while walking over to my chair. He leaned down and whispered in my ear.
"I told you she was off-limits and you didn't listen. This will teach you a lesson. I don't know what she sees in you" He straightened "If I had a choice it wouldn't be you Jimmy." He walked to the door and nodded. "Tony, Sal, my daughter would be very upset with me if we bruised her beloved James. Avoid his face and try not to leave too many elsewhere. "
I watched him leave and turned to face the two smirking goons closing in on me.
"Victoria, I have something very important to ask you." The whole table went silent. I stood up and got on my knees without bringing to much attention to my injuries. Everything from the chest down hurt like a bitch. The Guinea bastards broke a few ribs but I took it like a man.
They'll get what's coming to them when I take over.
"Oh… Jamie." Victoria sniffled looking at me expectantly as I grabbed her hand. I hated when she called Jamie but I was proposing to her in front of her mother and father; couldn't have exactly corrected the bitch right then.
Well, let's get this over with.
"From the day I met you I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you." I smiled as tears streamed down her cheeks vaguely wondering if she was acting or if she really meant it.
Naa, it's just a load of bullshit. I kept my smile affixed.
"Before I met you I never realized how truly empty my life was. I was afraid at first, because I didn't know what was happening but now I know that we are meant to be together. You complete me; I can't go on without you."
Laying it on thick eh James? Wrap this up; time for the big finish. My inner voice said wryly.
I grabbed the velvet box from my back pocket and opened it. "Will you make the happiest man alive and give me your hand in marriage, il mio amore?"
I tried to convey sincerity as we had an audience but, if we were alone and I still had to do it; I would have just said 'We're getting married bitch, here's the ring, plan the fucking wedding and make it quick.' She would have accepted either way.
Answer already, ya fucking cunt. My fucking knee's killing me.
"Yes, Jamie!" She jumped on me in my kneeling position and we rolled on the floor. I groaned in protest as pain radiated through my ribs and spread over my lower half. She snatched the ring out of my hand and placed it on her finger. "It's beautiful."
"Let me see it." Victoria's mother, Sulpicia, crooned over the ring and they began chatting wedding garbage. I pushed to my feet and sat in my seat.
"Well done son." Aro complimented from his side of the table. His mouth smiled but his eyes said 'Smart move… ya fuck.'
Compliment Google for the words I said ... ya old fuck. Can't wait to pump ya full of lead. My face will be the last thing you'll ever fucking see. I nodded.
"Victoria, Sulpicia, you have one month to plan this wedding."
My phone vibrated and pulled it out; a text had come in.
Boss going out 2 look 4 the brown bird with P&H. – Lau
Pick me up at the Pink P. – J.R. I sent that message quickly.
When I brought my attention back to the Volturis, I noticed that they were arguing over the date of the wedding. I didn't give a fuck; it was Aro's problem.
"Excuse me; I have some business to deal with. I've got to go. Thank you for brunch Mrs. Volturi it was molto delizioso. Aro, Vic…"
"Let me walk you out, fiancé." Victoria cut me off and grabbed my arm dragging me through the house. "I love the ring."
"I don't give a fuck." She stopped walking and I continued to the door.
"Look, I know you're upset but you were taking too long and I tried to be patient. I hinted at it and I waited but…"
"So you tell Aro how you were a virgin and how I knocked you up just to get me marry you?" I cut her off and turned to see her standing right behind me.
"You are the father!" she screamed in my face; her bright red hair flailing about.
"Fuck, every dick in Jersey is the father. And what about how I took your virginity?"
"Fuck you, James!" She sighed. "I'm going to be your wife, I love you James and we are having a baby." She held her stomach. "This is what I want. Daddy makes sure I always get what I want."
It was a threat and I heard it loud and clear. I decided that playing nice with Victoria wouldn't kill me and that it would help me in gaining my ultimate goal. But, as soon as Aro was out of the picture I'd show this bitch how my world worked.
"Alright Vicky," I sighed and pulled her into my arms. "I'll make it up to you and we'll be a happy little family; you me and our baby." I even rubbed the little bastard for show.
"Oh… I knew you'd see it my way." She grabbed my cheek and tried pulled me down to kiss me. I willingly lowered my head and she roughly stuck her tongue in my mouth and moaned obscenely loud. Then she bit me on the mouth.
Fucking freak.
I responded with as much fervour and passion as I could muster, which, when compared to Victoria's, was not a lot.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I have to go."
"It's okay Jamie. I forgive you. Come take me out later?" she asked pouting.
"I'll pick you up at 9." She smiled and I slapped her ass before walking out to the sound of her giggles.
I stood at the front of the Pink P and waited to be picked up. It was time to find the little brown bird that flew away from us last night. I needed something to take my mind off all the other bullshit that was going on around me. I was glad for the distraction; I enjoyed chasing witnesses. It was like a little cat and mouse game. They'd run and I'd chase; I caught them and played with them for a while. I'd mind-fuck the men and just plain-fuck the women. Then I'd off them and they'd disappear. It's been a while since we were sloppy enough to attract a bird.
Petey pulled up with Henry riding shot gun and Laurent in the back. I got in the old Honda Accord. We were going to be in a shitty neighbourhood and we didn't want to attract attention by rolling up in a fucking Range Rover. Petey took off and we were on our way to where we last saw the bird.
We didn't have much to go on; just a brunette with dark eyes, nice weight and about 5ft 2in. She wore blue jeans and a hoodie without any logos or labels. But I was sure we would find something.
I was pleased to see the alley beside the bakery where we left Paul Greco Junior taped off with yellow crime scene tape. I told Petey to slow down so I could admire my handiwork. It seemed like the cops had been there for a while but Paul's body wasn't moved yet. We purposely left him there as an example to others what happened when they borrowed money from the Volturis and then ran to the fucking Cullens for protection.
Even though I was sure no one but the brown bird had proof, people talked and word got around. They always knew who did it.
I told Petey to move it and he drove off. We looked around at all the brunette broads but none matched the bird. Some were too fat, too tall, and too slim. I knew we wouldn't find her.
"She's probably hiding." Laurent stated which was what I was thinking.
"We'll have to figure out who she is." I scratched my chin. "Park this shit. Let's go ask some people some questions."
We tried the two grocers, clothes stores, homes, kids, couple junkies and some people on the street. We were there for hours. We didn't do much damage; just stomped on produce and merchandise, a few broken noses, a broken wind-shield on an old corolla, a few squeezed throats, a few broken lamps, picture frames and house windows. We didn't even kill anyone.
A bad day in my opinion as no one knew where this broad could have been or even who she was. I was ready to give up for the day when we entered a little bookshop at 6 o'clock.
"Oh, sorry fellas we're just about closed." An old white pasty man with glasses looked out on us from behind the counter.
"We won't be long, I just have a question." I approached the counter and the guys knew that they should spread out and look around.
"Sure, what is it?"
On the wall he had pictures of what I assumed to be book drives and give-aways. Various workers and volunteers smiled widely for the camera. The last one was of my brown bird and I smiled serenely at the fact that I had finally found what I was looking for. I began to plot in my head what I would when I finally had her under my control.
"Son," The old man. ""your question?"
"Who is this?" I pointed to the bird. The guys gathered and looked at the picture.
"Why do you want to know that?" He asked sceptically.
"I just do." I didn't want to add murder to our list of crimes committed today but if he continued to be difficult he would be digging his grave. I had been hurting people all day. Maybe I needed to try a different approach. "See, we are apart of an organization that's looking for communities and persons in need of donations."
"I don't believe a word of that." The old man retorted, "You're gangsters, hoodlums, and I demand you leave right now or I'm calling the police."
He stood firm and smirked as if he believed we would run at the mention of the police.
"I own the fucking police, and you just signed your death certificate." I laughed, pulled out my desert eagle and attached the silencer. We were going to be there for a while and I didn't want to attract attention. He stood still as if he expected it. I tried to not let his lack of fear affect me.
"You are going to kill me whether I tell you or not. So might as well you just shoot me now. I'm not telling you shit, you punk."
Too late. You don't fear me huh? ... That's okay I can fucking make you fear me. I got time.
"Think ya tough huh? We'll see about that." I pointed the gun over the counter and shot him in his knee. Petey and Henry locked the door. "Search the files."
The old man dropped to the floor and groaned in pain. I dragged him around from the counter and sat on the floor beside him.
"You know this could have been avoided." I gestured to his leg. "Either you're really brave and loyal or really stupid." I removed my silencer and stuck my gun into his wound. The hot nozzle and his flesh created a burnt rustic aroma that floated through the bookshop. I inhaled deeply. He screamed and I revelled in the adrenaline that rushed through my veins.
That's right you fucking fear me.
"Ah…" I sighed "A nice theme song don't you think?"
"I think…" the old man gritted his teeth, "You are a sick fuck."
This old man is tough and I respect him.
"I am." I took out a cigarette and lit it. "You know a lesser man would have sung by now."
He said nothing and we sat together for a while; he bled and I smoked. I was getting ready to put a bullet in his other knee when the guys rushed in from the back.
"We got it, boss. Isabella Swan, she works here." Laurent continued "There is an address and we have a telephone number."
"Whatcha say we pay her a visit and give her last pay check?" I asked no one in particular, "Well sir, it was a pleasure meeting you." I stubbed out my cigarette on his arm and stood up.
"Fuck you!" The old man shouted. "Go to hell you fucking bastard."
"Oh I will, but you'll be going first. Save me a seat beside you okay? Petey and Henry, take care of him." I took the picture of my little brown bird and unlocked the door. "Take the money in the cash register. Toss the front a bit."
I waited in the car while they finished the job. I told Petey to drive us home and that he and Henry were to clean up, change cars and sit on the house.
I was sitting in a restaurant across from Victoria when I got a call from Henry.
"Boss we gots a huge problem."
"What is it?"
"E. Cullen is with the broad. I just saw him leave a while ago. He left one of his goons there."
Fucking Hell.
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