James stared out the window, looking down at the parking lot where he had encountered Mary. She was beautiful. Her long blonde hair and bangs that shaped her petite face perfectly, her gorgeous green eyes like emeralds, peeking out from her black lashes. Her sweet smile that made want to grab her face and kiss her. She was nothing he had ever seen before. She was shy, innocent, nervous and a Christian. A good girl. In other words, the opposite to him. The way she got her words muddle up, the blush in her cheeks each time he said something, flashing that smirk that sent every woman to their knees. It was clear to him she had little to maybe no experience with talking to men.

James was a man of wealth and power. He could have anything and everything he wanted with the click of his fingers. His name was known across the state of New York. If you heard his name, you had something to fear. He was a very powerful man and not one you should fuck with. He could kill you in the blink of an eye and have you wiped of the face of the earth. The amount of shit he had gotten away with meant he was defiantly going to hell when he dies. There was no salvation for him. No forgiveness from God.

He had everything, money, power, control you name it. Anything he wanted was his. People feared him so much they gave into him without a second thought. They'd rather do as he said then risk having a bullet through their skull. Owning New York's title of mob boss was something James knew he was going to have. His father passed it down to him and his father passed it down and so on. It was a family legacy to have the title. Over the years his way of working had changed. In the beginning when he was young and new, James wanted to strut around the city, flaunting his expensive suits and flashy watches, pulling his gun out just for the fun of it. Nowadays he was more careful, organised and controlled. He understood what it meant to be the leader of the mafia. He understood who he should and shouldn't trust.

Just because he owned New York didn't mean the cops weren't against him. A few officers had tried to take him down but failed. Of course, James had corrupted one of the major precincts to his control. They worked for him now which made things much easier for him in terms of covering up evidence and getting away with his crimes. The cops had nothing on him, and he could walk away scot free and if needed a favour, a cop was the perfect patsy.

James got everything he wanted and right now there was something he wanted… Mary. James had encountered many girls in his lifetime. In fact, you could say he had seen every girl in New York. They were all the same. Skinny, long volumized hair, all the works they could have done to their body and throwing themselves at James. They'd do anything he said. If he asked them to jump off a cliff they'd obey. He loved to be in control, to be in charge, to dominant them. He was the king of New York, and they were his loyal citizens. A simple command and they'd fall to their knees, mouths open ready to please and serve them in anyway he wanted. He had kinks as well. The sight of him standing above a naked girl, a whip in his hand while she begged and moaned was something of a glory to woman. But Mary seemed different. She didn't look like the kind of girl to happily let him fuck her over his fifty-thousand-dollar car or have tied to his bed while he played with her clit with his tongue. She was quiet and nervous around him… a natural born submissive. Someone he could see obeying him, someone he'd like to see on her knees for him.

But she was a good girl. A kind, honourable Christian girl. Those girls never did anything wrong. Always saying their pleases and thank you's. James smirked at that thought. He'd definitely be wanting to hear those from her. But a small part inside him thought she might be too innocent for that.

"What are you staring at" a smile crept on his face, and he was immediately brought out of his thoughts. God damn Yori.

"Nothing" he turned from the window and strolled over to the chair opposite Yori's. He slumped down in the cushions, folding one leg over the other in his powerful manner, unbuttoning his jacket to allow space to relax.

"Where's your coffee?" Yori asked as he sipped his. James sighed softly, looking down at the coffee stain on his jacket. It was black so it wasn't very noticeable, but he knew it was there. The beautiful Mary had left her mark on him already.

"I had an accident" he showed Yori his stained suit and received a roll of his eyes.

"Probably not paying attention to where you were going and on that damn phone of yours" he scolded and James grinned, shaking his head. If only he knew what really happened. For now, Mary would be his little secret. They had only just met, and he wasn't even certain how things would go from here. He might not even see her again, but he was hoping that wouldn't be the case. All he needed to do was bump into her again and now that he knew she'd worked here, he had the perfect excuse.

"I'm a busy guy" he replied smugly. Yori took a sip of his coffee James brought him, smacking his lips at the strong taste and leaned back in his plush chair. All the resident's rooms were the same, all with the same basic furniture and chairs, one they could sit in all day if they wanted to.

"That McKenzie woman has been causing trouble this week" he said out of nowhere and James raised his brows. Yori was always grumbling about her.

"Trouble how? He asked knowing he'd get a full-on rant about the hated neighbour.

"She keeps playing her TV too loud and she puts her trash outside my door" he scolded, and James chuckled. Yori was a character. A friendly man when you come to know him but at first sight, he could be an old grump, especially when he didn't like someone. James experienced it for a month until Yori accepted his help and friendship. Since then, James came to visit him every week, always bringing a coffee or they'd sit and have sushi together. But James knew that probably wasn't even half of the story. It was known that Yori had trouble with his neighbours. He was never a violent man, but he just liked things the way he liked them.

"Yori, you have to stop fighting with the neighbours" he said softly, careful not to raise his temper. The last thing he wanted was Yori scolding him and throwing him out his apartment. He's the only man James would let do that to him.

"I'm not doing anything, it's her. I was here first" he almost stamped his foot like a child having a tantrum, insistent that he was right. James felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and he reached inside, pulling it out. It's an order notification for a new phone for Mary. He did feel awful for breaking her phone and wasn't going to take no for an answer from her. That would mean he had more access to her. When James Barnes wanted something, he wasn't going to stop until he had it.

"So, how's business?" Yori asked. James sighed loudly, pocketing his phone again and tapping his fingers on his thigh.

"Fine" he answered bluntly and Yori looked to him, raising his grey brows. James wasn't one to talk much about business, especially when things weren't going his way. Recently business had been frustrating for him. Shipments weren't coming in on time, people were fucking him about, thinking they could do what they liked, and he didn't like that one bit.

"Every time you come here, and I ask you how business is going you say fine" Yori pointed out.

"Do you really want the details?" James tilted his head.

"I'm being paid for my silence I should be allowed to know what's going on" Yori answered smugly, and James smirked. He had opened a can of worms.

Fucker

"Your silence is worth nothing Yori and I told you that money is for a rainy day. Business is good, we have a shipment coming in this Friday and it's going to be a big one. Things just haven't been going the way I want them but I'm hoping they'll get better."

"Save one for me, I could use it against her" Yori pointed to the wall, gesturing to his neighbour across the hallway. James laughed again, brushing a fallen piece of hair back in line with the others. Yori is a breath of fresh air for him, someone that can stand up to him despite him being the most powerful and dangerous man here in New York. He is the only person that could ever scold him like that and get away with it.

"How's your arm by the way?" James asked.

"Fine" Yori passed it off.

"You should get someone to look at it and have someone come in when I'm not around" James suggested and Yori huffed with a grumble at the end.

"I'm not a child James I can take care of myself" he said firmly.

"I never said you couldn't I just think you could do with an extra hand now and then" a certain shy little nurse would be a great fit.

"I don't need anyone to come in" Yori snapped. He was insistent on not having anyone come and help him. He didn't want to depend on someone to give him his meds or cook his dinner for him. He was an independent man and wanted to stay that was for as long as he could. James had started to become more concerned with his health. Just the other week he burned himself on the oven putting his dinner in, a simple accident but over the past few weeks James had noticed he was becoming more shaky and less able to grip hold of things. There was no shame in having a helping hand now and then but to Yori it was a sign of weakness.

Yori and James talked for a while longer. James didn't know what he would do if he didn't have Yori. It was possibly the only time he had away from his life where he could sit and talk about normal things and not the dangerous crimes he committed and the people he hurt to get what he wants. He was the only person who was quite normal compared to him. James checked his watch, realising the time and stood to tidy the coffee away in the tiny kitchen.

"I better run Yori, promise me you won't get into a fight with Mrs McKenzie while I'm gone" he asked as he walked back out, checking the cuff of his shirt was level with his jacket and Yori scoffed, waving his hand at James.

"I won't promise anything. Come Monday and we'll talk more when I have that gun you promise me" Yori says, pointing his finger at James who grinned.

"We'll see" he patted Yori on the shoulder before heading out into the hallway. James walked to the elevator, stepping inside, and pressing the ground floor button. His mind instantly wondered back to Mary. Lucky for him, she works in the same apartment complex that Yori stays in which means he'll be seeing her a lot more. Perhaps he could ask her to check in on Yori when he wasn't around. He'd hate to go away and come back to find Yori had injured himself severely.

His phone buzzed again, and he took it out, seeing several notifications. There were a couple of texts from Steve, a text from Lily, a friend of his and another notification for the new phone. He ordered her the latest one, a bigger upgrade than her old one and ordered a case and screen protector. She seemed liked the type to be a little accident prone and a screen protector was exactly what she needed. He typed in her address to have it sent there.

Anyone would think he was crazy for going to this much trouble over a simple crack in a phone for someone he didn't even know. Heck, she could break it the next day she receives it and have wasted his time getting her a new one. But he wanted to, he wanted to get her the best. This girl has almost captured him in some way and now he was hooked.

Moving on to the text from Steve, he replied to them swiftly.

Jones says he hasn't got the money, been trying to get it out of him for the last hour!

On my way back now, keep him there, I'll be ten.

He swiped back and looked at the text from Lily.

Still on for tonight, Natalie is free if you want her, or I have something new for you ;)

He had forgotten about tonight. His fingers hovered over the phone, debating what to reply with.

I'll let you know later.

James sighed and shoved his phone back in his pocket, leaving the elevator and walking to the parking lot. His car was parked around the corner. His sleek black jag had the perfect shine to it and not a single scratch or line of dirt. He slipped into the leather seats and wasted no time in firing up the beast and driving off to meet Steve.

'Please I can get the money, just give me some more time" the guy pleaded, his body shaking from the cold, the shock, and the pure fright. James lazily paced back and forth, gun hanging from his fingers, jacket lazily thrown over a spare chair. The warehouse was empty except for the three men. The chair shook against the floor, echoing in the large building, the sound bouncing off the walls. Steve stood against a pillar, checking over his own gun. The end was covered in blood.

"I've given you plenty of time to get me the money" James replied, his tone monotone. He didn't have the time to fuck about here. Sometimes he enjoyed it when they were squirming, pleading for their lives, begging for a second chance but not today. Jones was his name. He's borrowed money as a loan from James and hadn't paid him back. James was very serious about deadlines and if the money wasn't back at the deadline, then there would be hell to pay.

"I know, but I just need another week and I'll get it for you" Jones begged. His hands were tied behind the chair, his shirt ripped and discarded on the floor. blood dripped from his head, his nose, across his chest. He was a wrecked man and had taken a beating. Steve had a good start on him before James arrived.

"You think I'm here to give second chances, do I look like a fucking idiot here" James turned to him, waving his gun around with each gesture. The man whimpered, shaking his head. He looked like he was about to cry.

"I gave you a deadline and you missed it, you fucked up and now you're going to have to pay the consequences" he held his gun up, finger right on the trigger ready to fire and Jones began to scream, yanking at the rope binding him to his fate, stomping his feet on the ground.

"No, no, please" he cried. Steve watched from the pillar, looking to James who sighed heavily, dropping his gun. He wasn't one to give second chances but if he was being honest, he could be bothered to have this mess cleaned up and he wanted his money back. Jones popped his eyes opened, looking terrified up at James.

"Fine, I'll give you a week and I want double" he ordered, his voice dark and heavy and Jones gulped, nodding his head. James had had enough, and he gave a short nod to Steve before turning his back and walking off. The whole thing had riled him up a little and he snatched his phone out his pocket, typing a quick message to Lily.

I'm coming tonight, have Natalie waiting for me.

Right now, he needed to blow off some steam and the only way he could do that was having a girl on his knees, completely at his mercy.

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