Our Thing (Cyrano x Doubt)

[CyranoDeBergerac]

The Di Capri mansion stood on a hill overlooking a lot of Haven City. Anywhere you looked, if you could see over the buildings, you could see the almost ostentatious sign of Di Capri wealth. Today was Alphonse "Boss Al" Di Capri's mother's eighty-ninth birthday and to celebrate the anniversary the Godfather had invited three hundred of his closest friends, capos, soldiers, their families and some more connected associates up to his mansion for a picnic and party. One boss from an out of state family had even been invited and showed up with two of his guys to be welcomed with a hug, a kiss and a place at the table with the family. It was a good time, with good music, good food and good friendship. Because there was supposed to be peace in Haven City security was light. The two guys at the bottom of the hill died before they could even get off a shot. No one saw the five black Honda civics rolling up the hill until it was too late.

The five cars pulled up in a semi-circle in the parking lot, windows cracked with the barrels of MAC-10's suppressors on the tips, fire and lead roared from those barrels tore into the cars in the parking lot and the bodies of the guys on watch. Under this cover fire the doors facing away from the house slipped open and Chinese men wearing black and gold with bandannas and masks over their face slipped out. There was screaming in the yard and by the pool as the Triad and No Label Gang moved through sweeping gunfire through the crowd, soldiers and capos responded with pistols hitting an attacker here and there. Bullets rake Al's son from hip to shoulder sending him crumpling to the grass in a pool of blood. A stray shot catches the visiting boss in the shoulder, his boys flip a hardwood picnic table and lay down fire from behind it. Chinese bodies start to drop as the yard is filled with blood and screaming, people running in any direction to get away.

It's over in only a few minutes, but it seems to last for an eternity. Police response time is quick when the gunfire is coming from the house of one of the biggest doners to the pension fund. The Triad drag their wounded away, leaving their dead where they fell. They piled into their cars and sped down the hill, beating the police response by inches. The cops roll up to the top of the hill and quickly lose the ability to see illegal weapons in the hands of Italians. A strange kind of amnesia, nothing that would get in the way of investigating other criminals though. EMS rolls up in ambulances two minutes later. Granny Di Capri is taken away along with ten other people in critical condition. Detectives and officers secure the scene and give Boss Al the time to clear the scene of anything that would be incriminating to those who he doesn't want incriminated. Once the work is done the Boss finds his daughter and wraps an arm around her. He doesn't say a word, just holding her. The Boss had tried his hand at peace, but now we was going to let slip the dogs of war. And his mafia princess was going to need protected.

 

[In-Doubt]

It was her Nonna's birthday, and it was a big one. She was turning 89, and the beautiful old soul was in relatively good health for her age. Emilia's father, Alphonse, had decided it would be a great idea to invite a bunch of family, friends, and associates over to celebrate his lovely mother's birthday. Little did he know, it would end up being the opposite of a celebration.

The party had been going well, all the 'family' was mingling and enjoying their time. A massive pile of presents was the centerpiece of the party, where each and every group invited, had brought a gift. It was a formal party, the men wore their best tuxedos and business suits, the women wore wonderful gowns. Emilia wore a navy gown that made her look conservative, which was demanded by her father and encouraged by her Nonna. She knew exactly why, the men that were around were fiercely loyal to their boss, but sometimes men could be tempted, Alphonse refused to let his daughter be the eye candy for any of his men.

It had happened so suddenly and without any kind of warning, bullets started ripping through the yard, screams of panic could be heard as half the guests ran and the other half withdrew their guns and returned the fire. Emilia was yanked away by one of her father's consiglieres who happened to be nearby, and by the time they found some cover behind the pool shed, the screams slowly subsided. When they decided it was safe, Emilia was taken straight into the house, but her eyes caught her brother's lifeless body in a pool of blood. At that moment, her life was changed, she knew this meant war.

There was no way her father was not going to retaliate against the murder of his only son. He had made the decision that Emilia was no longer safe living at their home, she would require around the clock protection and he knew just the person to do it. Emilia wasn't happy about it, but there was no arguing with her father on this kind of matter. So instead, she packed her things and headed down to meet her newly appointed guard, her father had a lot of business to take care of so he was not the one who greeted the bodyguard.

Upon entering the room, she saw the man. A couple of the house guards stood nearby, unable to let the first meeting go unsupervised, most likely the boss's orders. Emilia stopped herself a few meters from one of the house guards, she stared blankly at the man. It was obvious she wasn't thrilled about the situation, but if she could, she would find a way to make the Triad pay for killing her brother, Luca. If she had to play house with this guy for a bit, so be it.
"I'm Emilia." She said placing her packed suitcase next to her.

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

There were few places on God's green earth that Jax looked more out of place than the front room of the Di Capri mansion. Everyone was always dressed to the nines there, looking like they had just walked out of some 80's action flick. Suits and ties and button ups. Shiny Italian leather shoes, and fingers covered with expensive rings. And in came Jax, pulling up with his old yellow Camaro that he had tuned up himself with the boys over years of work, a car that most of them would have probably sold for scrap and bought their own Ferrari or some other fancy Italian car. He walked onto their marble entry room floor his steel-toe work boots echoing with each step. There were two soldiers there, both looking like they'd walked out of gangster flick with rifles on their arms. They searched him, found his M1911 and his knife on his belt, second pistol on his ankle. But since they knew why he was here they let him keep them.

So there he waited at the bottom of the steps leading up stairs to the family bedrooms. There was some noise coming from the Boss's study, but nothing that JAx cared to hear. The place was on full war footing for the first time in Jax's life time. This was big. So he waited, looking around at the art and statues that the Di Capri's had set up so that their guests would see them. He wondered how many of them were stolen. He wore baggy jeans with patches in various places, no point dressing up if he was just going to drive Emilia back home. It had been a couple years since he had seen her last, he had given her a gift for her high school graduation and showed up for that party. He vaguely recalled banging two of her friends. He also wore a blue hoodie with a red 13 in the center with thirteen stars in it. He had also shaved his head down to the scalp to make ready for war.

He looked like a gang banger.

The Italian-Regulators connection had been solid for almost a decade now, the two working together in all kinds of ventures. Club Amity being the biggest. A club downtown that was part of the gentrification process of the ghetto of Haven City, Di Capri did his best to keep that process from evicting anyone who was affiliated with the Regs and the Regs did their best to clear out those who stood in the way of Di Capri business interested. The Club served as a front for multiple different businesses and a way to launder money and make it clean. So when Boss Al had asked Jax to take care of his little princess for a week or two, until more permanent arrangements could be made Jax had obviously agreed. But Jax hadn't seen Emilia in three years now. So his first thought when came down the steps were: damn, she got hotter. His second thought was: You will not tap that.

He looked from her to her suitcases, seeing she had certainly packed enough for two weeks. He gave her a friendly smile, not his usual panty-dropper smile that he gave when he met girls who looked like she did, but just a friendly one. He stepped forward and extended his right ahnd to her. "Hey Emilia, I'mm Jax, we met at your graduation party, is this all your stuff?" He says trying to seem as polite and professional as she was used to. Of courese the prison tattoo on the webbing of his right hand sure didn't do the best to make a good first impression.
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There were few places on God's green earth that Jax looked more out of place than the front room of the Di Capri mansion. Everyone was always dressed to the nines there, looking like they had just walked out of some 80's action flick. Suits and ties and button ups. Shiny Italian leather shoes, and fingers covered with expensive rings. And in came Jax, pulling up with his old yellow Camaro that he had tuned up himself with the boys over years of work, a car that most of them would have probably sold for scrap and bought their own Ferrari or some other fancy Italian car. He walked onto their marble entry room floor his steel-toe work boots echoing with each step. There were two soldiers there, both looking like they'd walked out of gangster flick with rifles on their arms. They searched him, found his M1911 and his knife on his belt, second pistol on his ankle. But since they knew why he was here they let him keep them.

So there he waited at the bottom of the steps leading up stairs to the family bedrooms. There was some noise coming from the Boss's study, but nothing that JAx cared to hear. The place was on full war footing for the first time in Jax's life time. This was big. So he waited, looking around at the art and statues that the Di Capri's had set up so that their guests would see them. He wondered how many of them were stolen. He wore baggy jeans with patches in various places, no point dressing up if he was just going to drive Emilia back home. It had been a couple years since he had seen her last, he had given her a gift for her high school graduation and showed up for that party. He vaguely recalled banging two of her friends. He also wore a blue hoodie with a red 13 in the center with thirteen stars in it. He had also shaved his head down to the scalp to make ready for war.

He looked like a gang banger.

The Italian-Regulators connection had been solid for almost a decade now, the two working together in all kinds of ventures. Club Amity being the biggest. A club downtown that was part of the gentrification process of the ghetto of Haven City, Di Capri did his best to keep that process from evicting anyone who was affiliated with the Regs and the Regs did their best to clear out those who stood in the way of Di Capri business interested. The Club served as a front for multiple different businesses and a way to launder money and make it clean. So when Boss Al had asked Jax to take care of his little princess for a week or two, until more permanent arrangements could be made Jax had obviously agreed. But Jax hadn't seen Emilia in three years now. So his first thought when came down the steps were: damn, she got hotter. His second thought was: You will not tap that.

He looked from her to her suitcases, seeing she had certainly packed enough for two weeks. He gave her a friendly smile, not his usual panty-dropper smile that he gave when he met girls who looked like she did, but just a friendly one. He stepped forward and extended his right ahnd to her. "Hey Emilia, I'mm Jax, we met at your graduation party, is this all your stuff?" He says trying to seem as polite and professional as she was used to. Of courese the prison tattoo on the webbing of his right hand sure didn't do the best to make a good first impression.

 

[In-Doubt]

Emilia looked over the slightly familiar face, she knew this man, but she couldn't place him or name him. That was a normal thing for her, she had met so many gangsters and associates that she just stored them in the back of her mind, never really remembering where they were from or who they really were. That was, until, he introduced himself. Jax. His name, it was the name that her friends had mentioned to her a while back, saying he was a good root. She smirked as she nodded to his question.

"I remember you, it's been a while." She took his hand and shook it, noting the tattoo. Raising her brow she looked him up and down, studying him carefully. "It seems my father is leaving me in the hands of a criminal." Emilia grinned, she was good at poking for a reaction, and usually, these kinds of guys had short tempers. "Well, I guess it's no different from my everyday life anyway." She smiled sweetly as she grabbed her suitcase. "Well, I guess we'd better go."

Emilia glanced back up the stairs before letting a heavy sigh escape her lips. Even though she wasn't happy about her situation, she wondered how her father was handling things. She wondered how he was handling her brother's death. Emilia had pushed it aside, for now, instead of grieving she wanted revenge, and she would get it. She didn't care if she had to escape from Jax, or whoever happened to be watching her, if she found an opportunity, she would take it. As far as she knew, no one in the Triad really knew who she was. They knew of her name, but she had been so shielded from the daily routines of the family, that she doubted they would know what she looked like. Then again, she could have been wrong.

Turning on her heel, Emilia headed to the front door, where the guards were quick to open them for both Emilia and Jax. As she stepped out onto the front steps, she chuckled lightly at the car that sat parked in front of her. "Wait, this is what you drive?" Another giggle. "Maybe I should just walk, that thing looks like a trash can on wheels." Of course, she was only teasing, seeing how far she could push Jax before he snapped. It was a normal thing for Emilia to do to any new guard or tutor, she had no mercy and constantly got chastised for it.

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

In the gangster guide to good pussy there was a chart on the quality of pussy, it started with horsemeat in a g-string and slowly worked its way up, street hookers, girls who you came up with, girls from other hoods, escort girls, rich girls etc. There were a few more spots on the unwritten street guide to good pussy, but right at the top was princess pussy. The daughters of strong men were always the best lays, so many daddy issues, the forbidden fruits, the whole package. Some guys would give their left nuts to move up in on a girl like Emilia. Which might be a bargain considering what Boss Al would do to a guy he found out used his daughter like a cheap street whore. Of course, most gangsters weren't known to be ones for thinking with the right head, that's what made Jax different.

Jax was too smart for the life he had chosen, but it was the life that he had been dealt. His father was OG Regs, Jon Gayle's right hand man, the guy who made the streets run red with blood when lessons needed to be taught. And he had died bloody. Jon Gayle, the founder of the 13th Street Regulators anda man whose reputation for professionalism and skill had earned him a spot in Boss Al's councils, was Jax's godfather. Jax could have gone to college, been a gangster lawyer or businessman, but he had chosen a different path. Because he wouldn't leave his Street in the hands of lesser men. It was his brains that got him the position of leader of the Regs ahead of men older and more experienced than him, including a few OG's. So he knew how to handle mafia princesses with too much attitude.

Her first show was at calling him a criminal, to which he just smiled and shrugged. "If your daddy wanted princess protected by a choir boy I'm sure he knows a priest or two who could have arranged that." The Di Capri's, like damn near all Italian Mafia, was famously Roman Catholic. The Bishop of the Diocese of Jeffersonia was a frequent guest at Di Capri's dinner table. So Jax knew right where to lob his shots. As they walked out in front of the mansion one of the guards reached out and held out a cigar box, "The first round of payments. With the bonus. The Boss wants Emilia set up right." Jax nodded, a knowing smile on his lips as he took the cigar box filled with money and walked to his car.

"Emilia, for the price your daddy is paying me to protect your candy ass, you can insult all but three things, my mom, my son, and my crew. I hope we have an understanding. Jax said perfectly amused at the games she was playing as he set the box of money under his seat and then took her lugagge and put it in the trunk. When he turned the key his engine purred, whatever was under the hood it wasn't what some Chevy grease monkey had put there almost fifty years ago. The inside of the car was updated as well, modern radio, modern leather, new apolstery, the works. As he backed out of the driveway and turned to go down the hil he started to expain how things were going to work.

"You'll be staying at my place. I have some of our girls cleaning up a spare room for you, and your daddy's bonus is going to give you three thousand dollars to renovate and decorate how you want. You don't go more than ten feet from me or one of my boys at all times, you don't go out of my house without an escort and my permission, and I swear if you pull of that any runaway crap I will hand cuff you to the bed and leave you there. Now I have to make a stop before we get there, you'll be coming in with me, but you won't be hearing anything. And if you so much as see anyone wearing black and yellow you're going to duck down under the dash, hide your scrawny ass and grab the revolver I've got on mmy right ankle. Anyone tries to open your door but me, youu fill them with lead and the fear of God. Understand?"

 

[In-Doubt]

Emilia allowed Jax to take her suitcase. She smiled as his words had some authority to them, warning her of his boundaries. She was tempted to push those boundaries right away, but she didn't. Even though she enjoyed poking for reactions, she didn't want to be the reason a decade long alliance failed. But it did interest her that he admitted to having a son. Was he happily married? She barely knew anything about this guy, it was a little crazy that her dad entrusted her to him, especially since she was the only remaining child of Boss Alphonse.

Without an argument, Emilia climbed into the car. She had to admit, even though it looked like an old car, the inside was far from that. Jax had clearly worked on the car to upgrade it from an old rusted bucket into something worth driving. Still, that wouldn't protect the car from her comments. Once they were both in the car, Jax started going through some rules. Staying at his place in a spare room. Don't go more than ten feet from Jax or one of his guys. Sexist, but okay. Don't leave Jax's place without an escort and his permission. She rolled her eyes. Try to run away and he will handcuff her to the bed. She smirked. Maybe this guy would prove more fun than she had thought.

Jax mentioned they would be making a stop on the way, forcing her to go with him. He was quick to mention what she would be doing if any Triad members showed up. She sighed as she placed her elbow on the window and rested her head in her palm. "If I see one of those stupid Triad guys, grab your gun and shoot. Got it."

Emilia was glad when they finally started driving. She was quite amazed at how the car sounded, definitely not old. Looking over at Jax she smiled, maybe she could get to know him better on the way. It never hurt to know information about the man looking after you.

"So, Jax, are you married?" Her eyes fell to his ring finger, no ring in sight. "I mean, you said you had a son. Do you see him often?"

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Jax's knuckles were covered in scars. The kind you get beating men half-to-death for money in the Pits. The Pits were a fighting club, underground style, that met not far from Club Amity and where the winners took a huge take in money and drugs that others had bet on them. You never saw a real fighter with knuckle tats, they'd jsut be a waste of money. Hell if she had ever snuck out and gone slumming on a Friday night she might have seen him fighting in the Pits.

Once they got to the bottom of the heill she started talking to him about his son. Making small talk. For his part he kept his eyes on the road and the speedometer and off her skirt. Jax chuckled at the idea of being married, the ride or die girl hadn't been born yet who could lock him down, let alone get him to wear a ring. he was not a one girl kind of guy. Hell he was barely a one girl at a time kind of guy. If that made hima scumbag or a piece of shit, who cares? A girl who went with him needed to comit to him and his crew as much as he committed to them if not more. His kid's mom had been a girl from the street who he came up with and who was now in and out of rehab.

He figured there was no harm in talking about his boy so he reached into his back pocket at a red light and pulled out a wallet, "His name is JJ. There's a picture of him in there. He's six now. Lives with my mom mostly. She's a better parent and a safer environment. She lives on the Street though, so I can see him as often as I like. Or as often as he likes. Good kid, teachers say that he's got some real brains in his head." Jax said, a proud smile on his face. Boss Al had once told him that parents only want what's best for their kid, for them to have it better and do better than they did. For crime families, that sometimes precluded a legitimate business career. But Jax was just glad his kid was relatively happy and well-adjusted.

 

[In-Doubt]

Emilia was surprised when he reached into his pocket and handed her a small picture. The boy in the picture was cute and she could definitely see parts of Jax in him. She smiled as she looked over the picture, not knowing that Jax indeed have a soft spot for family. Emilia knew not every gangster would be all about family, but she came from a very strong family and it was comforting to see the man taking care of her was even a little family based.

He didn’t mention the mother, was she still alive? Maybe there was another reason she wasn’t in the picture anymore. Emilia didn’t push that boundary, she respected family and she found it hard to talk about certain aspects, like death, after going through what she had.

“I didn’t have you picked as a family man.” Her eyes scanned over the picture once more and then she handed it back, when she had the chance to. “He’s beautiful, well that makes me feel a bit better. You won’t die on me, not when you have him to live for.” She smiled, but she felt the pang of grief inside of her. No, she couldn’t cry, not yet. Not until she had had her revenge.

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Jax laughed at her calling him a 'family man' yeah he loved his kid and saw him as much as he could, but he was hardly father of the year. There were days where Jax was positive that Junior would have had a better life if he and Jade had put him up for adoption like they had talked about. He would have been the perfect kid, white, blue eyes and JAde hadn't really gotten into the hard stuff until after giving birth. Then she decided to just spiral herself all the way down the toilet. She'd come back once or twice, fresh from rehab and saying she's changed. But that had never lasted. Now he stuck to girls who knew the score. If they found themselves a period behind they'd talk to Joan Gayle and have a doctor handle it.

Another reason to only fuck Catholic girls in the ass.

Phantasies had a filming studio out in the suburbs, protected by the Regs' allies the Reaper's Own. It was a nice sized warehouse originally, with plenty of woods for outdoor scenes behind it. "Come on. And remember no talking." Jax said parking the car and checking his mirrors before getting out. She'd fit right in. He thought as he practically led her by the arm inside the flesh shop. They were greeted by two bikers who quickly stepped back when they saw who it was. Then came a blonde woman, obviously one of the talent, witha catty smile. "Hey Jaxxie, I didn't know you were briniging in a new girl." She says looking over at Emilia. Behind her, in a clear space for filming, another actress was taking two cocks in the ass and another in her throat on camera.

 

[In-Doubt]

Emilia kept relatively quiet until they reached the stop Jax had mentioned. She wondered what he needed to pick up on the way, she also wondered what the place was. Jax reminded her not to talk, to which she groaned and followed him out the car.

Jax was greeted by an eccentric blonde who looked a little, fake. Emilia was about to ask what she had meant by a new girl. But then she saw the scene taking place behind The blonde. Instantly her cheeks blushed. The woman had two men sticking their cocks into her ass and another sticking his cock down her throat.

“What the fuck...” she mumbled as she suddenly felt way out of her comfort zone. Why the fuck had Jax brought her here? Were they filming a porno?

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Whatever movie they were filming it was hitting off a lot of different kinks. The actress, who was a tiny brunette, was dressed in a Catholic school girrl outfit and had her hair in pigttails, while the actors were all ripped black guys. Each of the cocks sliding in and out of the tiny actress was massive, throbbing and taking her raw. Joan, or the director she had hired rather, was using every cinema trick the porn industry had to make those pocket pythons look even more massive than they already were. Bodies slammed together, covered in sweat and drool and then another huge black guy came in, without saying a word getting above the guy on his back and then pressed his cock into her pussy. Jax only smirked when he saw Emilia's face. Apparently she hadn't even registered that Louan, the experienced porn star in front of them, had suggested she was a porn actress.

"We're just here to pick up something that I left with Joan, she's in her office right?" Jax asked wanting to get in and out quick before Emilia saw something she would want to emulate. Then he'd get all kind of hell from her dad, or worse her. He could just tell she was going to be a pain in his ass whenever she got annoyed. He had a sixth sense for that type of thing. When Louan said that she was Jax took Emilia by the elbow, not the hip, and led her through the studio to the back office where Joan, a forty-ish blonde woman wearing an orange button up shirt, totally undone to reveal her bra underneath and a matching skirt, was going over some paperwork. She smiled brightly when she saw Jax and Emilia. The Gayles had had dinner with the Di Capri's many times when Jon had been in charge of the gang.

"Jaxxie, Emilia, it's so good to see you two!" She said getting up from the desk and coming, hugging Jax and giving him a kiss on the cheek and then going and giving Emilia a kiss on each cheek, politely, and a big hug. "I am so sorry about what happened Emilia, is there any word about how Nonna is doing?" Joan asked with true sympathy in her voice.

 

[In-Doubt]

Emilia stared at the men and then the woman, how could she even handle all three of them at once? She wasn't sure if she felt bad for the girl, or excited for her. Imagine having that much attention on you, and being filmed. She wondered if her father knew what kind of business Jax was into, but then again, it wasn't like he was the one getting naked. That thought alone, made Emilia glance at Jax, wondering what he looked like naked, but only for a moment. Her elbow was grabbed and with it, her body was yanked.

Her eyes wandered as they walked away from the scene. What else did they have here? Was there more porn being filmed? But she remained silent as they walked, still gobsmacked at the scene she had witnessed. Emilia was a good catholic girl, she attended church when told, and she said prayers before eating her dinner with her family. Of course, she wasn't all that good sometimes. She had slept with a couple of guys before, one from the gang in fact. But she had never ever done anything outside of vanilla sex, and she was finding herself intrigued.

Jax pulled her until she heard a familiar voice.
"Jaxxie, Emilia, it's so good to see you two!"
Emilia looked up to find Joan, a woman she had met on quite a few occasions with her family. She knew she was a welcoming woman, but she had not expected her to hug and kiss. And then, she gave her condolences for what had happened at the party. Something Emilia wanted to ignore happened, for now. But she shrugged to the question, actually unsure as her father had been too busy to give her any updates on her Nonna.
"I, um, I don't know, actually." Her eyes fell to the ground, but she held her emotions tightly inside, her emotions that were full of anger.

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Joan could tell that Emilia was hurting and she ran her hands down the younger woman's cheeks in an almost motherly way. Joan was the mother of the street in a lot of ways, and she had made sure that all the kids on the Street were taken care of. It was in her instincts to look out for the 'babies' as the old timers called people Emilia and Jax's age. Joan's eyes go over the little Italian girl and her attire. "You know Emilia you are a really pretty girl, if you ever want to make some money on the side, tasteful modeling stuff, let me know." Joan says and Jax just rolls his eyes. Joan was always looking for more talent, and Emilia was literally million dollar pussy.

"Jo I need that duffle I left with you. Then I get to get princess here to the house. " JAx said with the underlying message being that this needed to get done quickly. Joan nodded and went back to the back of her office, crouching down she removed a panel of the wall revealing a secret compartment. She struggled pulling out a large black dufflebag, big enough that Emilia could fit in. Jax stepped back and picked up the bag like it was nothing, the slight sound of metal hitting on metal coming fromm within. He threw it over his shoulder and gave Joan a kiss on the cheek. " Thanks Jo, I'll be seeing you." He says before walking back out of the office.

 

[In-Doubt]

Even though she tried to hide her feelings, Emilia knew Joan could tell that she was upset. And yet, she took the opportunity to remind Emilia that she could get a job doing what she had seen when she walked into the place. Her cheeks went red with embarrassment, but it helped her find her usual attitude.
“I’m sure my father would be absolutely thrilled with that idea.” She joked, but she knew better than anyone that her father would ensure the business never opened if he saw his daughter getting naked in front of a camera.

Jax reminded Joan of why he was here, and she was quick to retrieve a large bag.Curiosity sparked in Emilia as she watched Jax take the bag. Emilia followed him out the door like a good girl, waving to Joan as she did. But as soon as they were out of the office Emilia looked at the bag as they walked.
“So, what’s in the bag? A body? Drugs? Money?”

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

"Nunya." Jax answeres as they walk back through the studio. The two black cocks in the actresses's ass have finished now, cum coating her back and leaking from her hole and now the one in her mouth is shooting a load all over her face. The smell of sweat, cum and pussy fills the air along with the sound of the actress's body slapping down on the cock beneath her as she groaned and moaned. She put on a professional level show, writhing on that man's cock and making a whole loud uproar of it. It got Jax thinking, but he kept his mind on the job, taking Emilia's wrist with his free hand and leading her out of the flesh house and back into the light of day.

he opened the trunk and laid the bag down on top of her suitcase. It all just barely fit. Then he shut the trunk and got back up into the front seat gesturing for her to take her seat back. Then he rolled down his window and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. He smoked a special pack of hand-rolled, tobacco only cigarettes that were cleaner to smoke than other cigarettes. None of the additives or anything like that. He put one in his mouth and left the pack in the space between the seat s in case she wanted one, pulling out his lighter and lighting it. He was going to be feeding a lot of addictions with the stress of taking care of princess here. And not knocking her up.

"Don't tell your dad I took you there. And please don't tell him Joan offered you a job. Even if it was just modelling." JAx said laughing as he blew smoke out of his window and turned on the car letting music come on the radio

 

[In-Doubt]

As they walked through the studio Emilia couldn’t help but stare at the scene that was slowly coming to an end. She had some lewd thoughts which made her smile, wondering what it would be like to be in that situation. Her sexual experiences were limited and at this point, it looked like a great way to take her mind off of things.

Jax grabbed her wrist, almost as if he knew the thoughts she was having, pulling her away from the porno and out of that place. They returned to his car where he placed the large bag, Emilia suspected weaponry was inside by the sound, but she could never be sure. She gladly took a seat again and waited for Jax to start the car.

He took out a cigarette and started smoking, but it didn’t phase Emilia. She had been around gangsters smoking all her life, her father smoked and even her Nonna. But she had no interest.

Jax asked her not to mention their little trip to her father and she nodded politely. She enjoyed pushing buttons but she knew better than to anger her father, besides she could always use it as leverage if she ever needed to.

“So, Jax.” A large grin played on her face as she looked at him expectantly. “Are you a frequent visitor to the porn warehouse? Have you ever joined in?” Emilia looked excited to hear his responses as she continued. “Oh my god! Are there pornos of You on the internet?!“

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Jax started driving as soon as he had his cigarette good and lit and he was sure that she wasn't going to take one. He focused on backing out safely and getting back onto the road. Then she started to talk to him about how often he goes to the pron studio and other things and he just starts laughing.

"So in order, I go up to Phantasies North whenever I need to talk to Joan and she's not the main office. I've got an, arrangement with some of the girls up there. And no." IJax laughs at the ridiculousness of the last one and the idea that he would ever do porn. Well maybe like an amateur video witha girl but nothing like that stuff. He turned out onto the highway and tossed the rest of his cigarette out the window as he rolled it up. Route 91 connected just about everything to each other in the city, at least going east to west. After leaving Phatnasies North Jax got on 91 and started to head towards the exit by 13th Street.

"Why are you so interested in where I put my dick anyway?" Jax asked Emilia not realzing what kind of answers that hopened himself up to.

 

[In-Doubt]

Emilia grinned as she looked over at him excitedly. What he said made her curious about what kind of arrangement he would have with the girls. Her excitedness quickly turned to natural curiosity. But she felt bashful as asked why she cared where he put his dick. Why did she care? She sighed as she looked at the road in front of them.

"You're such a killjoy." She complained quietly as she turned her attention to the traffic. What if those cars carried the men that shot her brother and murdered a bunch of her father's men? Would she be ready to strike? She didn't exactly have the means to do it. Emilia had to get a gun, then she could actually do something about revenge. For now, she would have to wait. It did make her curious about Jax's thoughts on the situation. Without looking to him, she asked him.

"Hey, Jax. This is completely hypothetical." Cover your tracks. "If you were me, and you saw who murdered your brother..." Keep it together. "...would you try and make them pay? Or would you just do what you were told?" Her slender finger traced over the window, the cold glass kissing her fingertip gently. Emilia was a little worried that he would immediately call her father and tell him what she had said, even if it was hypothetical.

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Jax had to laugh at that. He had never been called a killjoy, or anything close to it, at any point in his life by a female. If anything it had always been the opposite, he would have a fun idea and girls would tell him how irresponsible or perverted he was being. Maybe babysitting the princess wouldn't be so bad as he thought it would be. At least so long as he managed to resist the temptation that she represented. And kept his boys from giving into that temptation as well.

When she asked him that question he took a deep breath, she could not know how close to home that question hit. For a moment he was silent, just letting the radio guide him over the lanes as he got ready to exit.

"My dad was a marine. All through the 90's. Did tours in the Balkans, the Gulf, all over. Came back home a drunk and 'disabled', he'd took some shrapnel to the head. Gave him crazy headaches the he drank away, or beat the shit out of someone and then the world went 'clear' for him. Guy had a thing for guns and contacts at Fort Fremont, he's the one that started the gun trade for the Regs. The first dude Gayle approached to do something about that war. Because not only did Gayle know that John Jackson could bring in some serious hardware, but he could lay down the hurt with it too. I was three, maybe four. And my dad was the heavy hitter and right hand man for the leader of a gang. " He paused for a moment, thinking. "Pops had a bit of reputation for brutality. When the streets ran red, they say the blood trail always led back to him from the moment he started hitting on. Some OG's when they see me fight, they say I look like him." He paused again as they got off the highway, pulling past the Route 91 Bar, a neutral zone where members of all gangs could and drink and relax without having to worry about outside beefs. there were street walkers chilling against the chainlink fence, everyone knew there were dealers in the back alley.

Jax turned down Water Street and began moving past the streets going down until turning on 13th Street. There were two halves to 13th Street, the one closer to the Port, to the west, was more warehouse and former industrial district than residential, but the part they were in now was entirely residential, houses that needed repaired, gang members and kids sitting on stoops or chilling out in the yard. It's nothing like the place where you grew up.

"When I was seven the Nords took exception to a mixed-race gang pushing back against their idea of a total race war on the streets. They pulled a drive by on Gayle, and my dad went on a rampage dropped a lot of bodies. Gayle couldn't even call him off. In the end they found my dad Glenwood Park, whole place was littered with bullets. Thdey'd carved their fucking swastika-N thing into my dad's forehead. i was seven years old. there wasn't shit i could do to help my mom deal with that, to help the Regs make that peace that came right after. But every time I step into the ring across from one of those Noe-Nazi fucks I get a little bit of revenge and i take my opound of flesh. With me in charge, Nords don't so much as piss across the line into our turf because they know every change I get to rain holy-hell on their bodies I take. I'll never find the guys who did my father, but I get my revenge as best I can. So I guess what I'm saying is, is bide your time and take what revenge you can when your're strong. Leave the immediate revenge to guys like your dad."

If the house Jax pulled his car up to, looked like a trap house, that's because until a few months ago it was. It was a three story grey house with chipped paint, some shingles missing from the roof and awning, a few boards bent up on the porch, and the inside no doubt looked even worse. Jax drove the Camaro up a driveway that consisted of crecked black top and into a green garage before shutting the garage door with a button and turning the car off inside the dark space.

 

[In-Doubt]

Emilia had honestly expected a simple answer like, ‘Yeah is get revenge.’ or ‘No way, it’d be too risky.’
Jax gave her a little insight into his background, how he had become the Guy in charge of the Regs. She had no idea how hard his life was, growing up without a father would have been hard. Emilia felt some guilt in her question, wondering if she had crossed a boundary by asking him such a question. On the other hand, she felt like she could trust him a bit more, seeing as he was so willing to let her in on such a personal detail of his life.

What would happen if Emilia got her revenge but lost her life in the process? Her father would be beside himself, losing both his children to the same gang. She wasn’t versed in combat or shooting, so the likelihood of her escaping with her life was very low.

Emilia watched the streets as Jax finished his little tale, and when they came to a stop, so did his advice. Staying silent for a couple of moments, Emilia stared at the house in front of her. It was going to be her home for the next couple of weeks, and then she would move on to another place most likely outside of the city or country even.Taking a strand of hair she pushed it behind her ear and looked to Jax. Jax pulled the car into the garage before shutting it. The darkness embracing them.
“Thank you.”
She offered him a smile, before she opened the door and stepped out of the car. The garage was cool.

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

The back wall of the garage was lined with tools and a work bench, stuff for working on cars and stuff for the yard. The space was small, cozy, maybe an extra foot or so in every direction from around the car. It was practically tiny compared to the large garage the mansion possessed. But it was enough for his business. Getting out of the front seat he shut the door and went to the trunnk pulling out the large dufflebag and throwing it over his shoulder and then grabbing her suitcase with his left hand. "Follow me." He said shutting the trunk with his right hand and moving towards the door to the garage that was on the same side as the driver's seat.

The back yard was nice enough, nothing done with it, wooden fence could use some new planks and it looked like there used to be something in between the wall of the house and the driveway. He led her towards the back door and that's where the real show began. the back door led into the kitchen, which looked worse than the outside of the house if possible. Jax left her there for a moment, with a quick "Wait here." Before going down some steps to the basement and leaving the duffle bag there before ccoming back up. The kitchen looked like a warzone, there was a load of dishes soaking in the sink, several more pots nd fans on the stove. The dishwasher looked like someone had put a boot or sledgehammer through the front. Several of the cabinets doors were hanging on only one hinge, one was missing a door entirely.

To the left there was a nice dinner table that had an ashtray on it and several cups and beer cans. The fridge at least looked new. in front and to the left, connecting to the space where the table was, was the living room that had a nice looking couch in it and a modern looking entertainment system. To the right was a hallway with two doors in it, one that led to the basement the other looked like it belonged to a bathroom. Then you came to the front door. There was also a set of steps in the hallway with no door that led up. "Follow me." Jax said leading her to that set of stairs. Some of the wallpaper needed replaced and there were a few holes in the walls.

"I know, I know, it's a fixer upper. I'm starting from the top down. " Jax said as he led her to the second floor, there was a landing/hallway that connected five doors and a narrow set of stairs to each other. Jax helpfully points out the four that are bedrooms and the one tht is the bathroom, which he warns hasn't been renovated yet. Then he points to the door next to the bathroom. "This is where you'll be staying, once your furnishings and immporvements are done. Until then you can stay up in my room on the third floor."

 

[In-Doubt]

Emilia had no expected much, especially from the outside of the house, but when she saw the rest of the house, she was gobsmacked. It was clear that either Jax was not the only person living at that house, or he had a lot of visitors. Maybe he was just a pig?

The house was an absolute mess, it was run down and needed to be renovated. The paint was peeling from the walls, cracks needed to be plastered, the floors were dirty with mud and shoe marks. If only her father could see this place, would he still want her to stay?

Jax led her to the kitchen for a moment, while he disposed of the bag that held something he didn't want her to know about. She was shocked by the state of the kitchen. Dirty dishes everywhere, the dishwasher looked like it had definitely seen better days, and she got the impression that not many girls frequented the house. Emilia was more curious about whether Jax lived there alone or not. He returned and told her to follow him. Emilia didn't argue and she didn't ask any questions about the kitchen, she figured she might as well see the rest of the house before she judged him too much.

It wasn't a thorough tour, but she had plenty of time to get to know the house and he had shown her the places that really mattered. When they finally came to a stop she rose her brow at Jax and smirked. "Nice place, at least I know I don't have to worry about hearing you in the middle of the night with some girls..." She paused, as she realised what he had said. "Wait, what do you mean I'm staying in your room?" She put her hands to her hips as if to increase the dramatic effect. "I am a good girl, Mr Jax. I will not have you taint this body of mine." Of course, she could barely hold her smirk as she winked slyly at him. Of course, she didn't believe he would take advantage of her, but it was still fun to tease.

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Jax rolled his eyes at her response to it all. It was going to be a really long few weeks. Hopefully all of her outfits didn't show as much skin as what she was wearing now. Though knowing his luck that skirt was one of her more conservative outfits. He lifted his finger pointing it at her nose. "First, it's Jax, not Mr. Jax. Second cut out that shit before I hose you off with the garden hose. You're like thirteen, chill. Third, I'm going to be sleeping on the couch downstairs, and the door will be locked from the outside so you can't cause any trouble." He says before turning to hide his smirk. He knew she was a legal adult, almost old enough to buy a beer, but he also knew that playing down her appeal would get under her nerves better than anything.

Picking up her suitcase he started to head up the narrow steps that led to his attic room. The door was an old wooden door with a brass knob. It was almost horizontal above them, nearly part of the floor/ceiling as Jax lifted it up to reveal his attic room. He had started with the remodel here and was working his way down, slowly but surely. The hard wood floor was new, freshly stained and clean. To the left there was a window that looked out at the street with an alcove you could sit on and look out. the walls were painted white. To the right of the window there was a closet door and on the wall to the left of the door was a folding door with a combination lock on it. to their right was a dresser with some things on it, including a box of magnum condoms, a large box. Behind the dresser was a large mirror that showed the whole bed in init, a queen size bed with black sheets with a nightstand on either side of the bed. To the right was another closet and a door with a pinup magazine on it tat led to another bathroom.

"Can I trust you not to go snooping in here?" Jax asked her as he stood beside his bed setting her suitcase on the bed so that she can unpack however she liked. "You could use this nightstand with these drawers for your stuff. They're suually for girl's who stay the night for a couple weeks, which I guess is you now." He says, waiting for her comments or questions.

 

[In-Doubt]

Emilia couldn't wipe the smirk from her face, she really enjoyed pushing his buttons. It wasn't until he claimed her to be thirteen, that she frowned. He definitely knew she was older than that, he had attended her damn graduation. She groaned as he told her that he would be sleeping on the couch downstairs and that she would be locked in his room. That wasn't fair. How was she supposed to enact her revenge when she was locked away every night. Surely the Triad didn't want her head enough to bother looking in this dump.

Well, she was stuck in this position for a couple, if not a few, weeks. Emilia followed Jax up the stairs and when she stood in his room, she was amazed that it didn't look like the rest of the house. Her eyes scanned the room, and stopped at the dresser. A large grin appeared as she poked Jax playfully. "Is that a hint? Or did you just forget to put it away?" She motioned towards the dresser with a playful grin. Honestly, at this point, Emilia welcomed that as a distraction, anything to take her mind off of what had happened.

Jax asked if he could trust her not to snoop. Not a chance. She thought to herself. But she didn't want to tell him that. Emilia nodded carefully. "Yes sir! I doubt you have anything too exciting in here anyway." She let a frustrated sigh out as she sat on the bed and crossed one leg over the over, allowing a decent view of her thighs. "Jax, about locking me in here..." She took a moment, wondering how to word her request. "I don't think that would be in the best interests of...well...myself. What could I possibly do in the house that would cause trouble?" Her eyes glanced at the window, did that window open? That could definitely be used as an escape if needed, but she didn't really want to break a window to get out of the house. Emilia turned back to Jax. "I mean, I'm just a widdle thirteen year old, right?"

 

[CyranoDeBergerac]

Jax smirked as she pointed out the box of condoms. Normally he would answer with some sly remark like 'You can take it anyway you want to.' Or something like that, but he was seriously resisting every urge to fuck her until she behaved. And then she had to go sitting on his bed and showing more leg, at this point he could probably guess the color of her underwear! Now why did you have to go and start thinking about that Jax? He thought to himself knowing that thoughts like that could get him into trouble real quick, especially with her calling him sir like that. He caught her glance at the window and smirked.

"Bullet proof glass, steal reinforced frame. You think I'd leave a line of sight straight to where you're sleeping for some yellow thug to come up and pop a cap in your little, begging for a spanking, ass?" Jax said throwing in some casual racism that you would find on the streets. The issue wasn't so much as he was racist though, as much as he did not like the Triad and would use racial slurs because he knew it would get under their skin. But really who was going to judge him? The daughter of a Mafia boss who never hired black guys?

Why did he mention her incredibly spankable ass? Because she had decided to turn the sexual tension up to ten from the start and he wasn't the only one who was going to be suffering for it. he wondered how long it would take for her to realize she was sleeping in his bed, and then start thinking all of the tings he had done to girls in that bed, but wouldn't be doing to her. She definitely would be neededing that cold shower at some point.