the big fish

Babysitting the Mafia’s Heir

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Chapter 2:

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“You are sure you’ll be okay alone this night?.” Jesse asked Jessica as he pulled the car over to a stop at her apartment.

She nodded softly. “Yeah. I just need a minute. Or maybe a whole day to get this over with, I guess.”

“Okay sure.” Jesse breathed out a sigh of relief as he unlocked the car doors. “Please be safe, will you?.”

“I’ll be inside my house with the doors locked, nothing is going to happen, Jesse, don’t worry.” Jessica said reassuring him before opening the car doors as she got out.

Jesse waited for her to get into her home before he sighed resting back on the car seat.

“We are totally fucked.” He muttered to himself.

Jessica has witnessed her boyfriend, well now ex boyfriend, she witnessed him killing another person right there in the living room.

That was enough proof to show that he was in a gang or might even be the leader of one.

And now they aren’t safe.

Jesse rubbed his temples out of frustration trying to think of what to do.

He started the car as he began driving out of Jessica’s residence. The sound of a gunshot made Jesse widen his eyes as he stared into his car’s rearview mirror.

Fuck!

The car that had just shot at him was sleek black.

Any car with the color sleek black was never good.

Jesse backed the car, stepped on the gas and he left Jessica’s with squealing tires.

Jesse noticed that whoever was driving the cat was definitely out to tail him and so he got scared.

He quickly reached for his phone as he speed-dialed his brother who answered in the second ring. “W-Wallace!” He cried in relief. “Wallace. Wal, I—”

“Jesse? What-Where are you?”

The car swerved to the right. Thanks to the seatbelt that held him in place.

“Jessica’s neighbourhood,” he said. “Someone is attacking me. It was one black cat before now ... T-There are more of them now. They’re chasing me now.”

“Where’s Jessica?”

“I made sure she got into her apartment safely. I’m driving and I’m alone.”

“Stop the car at next night club you see and run inside. Whisper my name to any one in there and you’ll be safe. I’m coming, baby.”

The call ended and Jesse breathed in relief. “He’s coming.”

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Ivanov shoves a gun down the back of his waistband before setting off on foot.

He needed to rest.

Leading a whole gang was okay.

But dealing with his son was more stressful.

It doesn't take long to find a nearby bar, just as loud and crowded as his own building but with the added bonus of cheap alcohol. If he can't enjoy a peaceful evening alone he can at least drown himself in alcohol until he forgets all his worries.

Just as he walks in two brawling men are getting thrown out which makes Ivanov sigh loudly as he skirts around them.

He's got his gun but doesn't doubt that most other people here are also armed and would rather not end the night in a bodybag. Inside there seems to be multiple other fights on the brink of happening but Ivanov manages to slip around the boisterous men and make it to the bar.

With another heavy sigh he slides onto a barstool, waving down the bartender for a couple of shots of alcohol, one of which he downs quickly before sipping at the second.

There's nothing much of interest in the bar but he entertains himself with listening to snatches of conversation around him and peeling a piece of the wooden bar up with his nail.

When the second shot of his alcohol is finished he doesn't feel nearly drunk enough so Ivanov starts to raise his hand for the bartender but a warm body presses against his back and a hand halts his arm. It takes a moment longer than usual for Ivanov’s instincts to kick in but he quickly clamps his hand over the other persons and swings around.

He's already rearing up for a fight but stops when he sees what is possibly the most beautiful man in the world behind him.

The man is tall and slim with messy brown hair parted down the middle to expose his high forehead. He's wearing a simple outfit of dark jeans and a white buttoned shirt but he makes it look like it belongs on the runway. A few buttons are undone at the top of his shirt to reveal a stretch of his flawless golden skin, dotted with a few small freckles. His jeans hug every curve of his body from his thick thighs to his small round ass that looks like it would make the perfect handful for Ivanov.

Every part of him looks like it was built from Ivanov’s wet dreams and he can't imagine there being a more attractive person on the planet.

All of the fight drains out of Ivanov’s body as he stares at the man in awe, mouth open and arm going slack as he releases the man's wrists. A smile tugs at the corner of the man's mouth as he leans down and whispers in Ivanov’s ear "My name is Jesse and I think I can get you anything you want if you can help me.”

A shiver makes its way down Ivanov’s body as he keeps staring at Jesse silently, eyes running over his symmetrical features and jawline sharp enough to cut glass. He looks like a walking god and Ivanov would think he was hallucinating if it wasn't for the hand still resting on his bicep. Ivanov has been down on his luck lately but certainly not enough for the universe to bless him with someone like Jesse offering to give him what he wants.

"What's your name then my lovely? Seems important to know if we're going to be friends." Ivanov says turning to face him squarely.

"Jesse... My name it... It's Jesse."

"Jesse" Ivanov says slowly, rolling the word around in his mouth before nodding in approval "I like it, a pretty name for a very pretty boy."

Jesse hums softly and rewards him with a blistering kiss on the mouth.

His lips are just as plump and soft as they look and Ivanov feels a twinge of regret that he hasn’t found Jesse this whole time he’s been on earth.

Jesse gives Ivanov another kiss on the lips after he's worked his way along both sides of Ivanov’s jaw then smiles, charm dialled back up to a hundred "How about we go upstairs and seal the deal then?".

"I... What? You want me to take you to bed?". Ivanov chuckles lightly. “Do you know who I am?.”

A shadow passes over Jesse’s face as the older man leans in and hisses angrily in Ivanov’s ear "Do I look like I care? I've been in your lap acting like a cheap prostitute this whole time and you've still not gotten the gist? I thought you were smart enough to realise there's always someone watching and if I leave now they'll know something's up. I don't feel like being stalked home and I don't want me getting me head smashed in for helping my best friend for something that’s totally all her fault. Now if you don't mind, we're going to go upstairs for a good hard fuck until nobody's suspicious."

Jesse’s eyes stay dark for a second before the carefree smile is back on his face and he teasingly slides off Ivanov’s lap, making sure to grope the bulge in his pants as he goes. Playing the part of the desperate horny man takes no effort as Ivanov slips a hand in Jesse’s back pocket, squeezing his ass as he also gets up.

Now that Jesse pointed it out, Ivanov notices multiple people watching them and tries to school his face into looking as blank and turned on as possible.

Ivanov knows he’ll never be the kind of actor the younger man is is but he’s is so attractive that pretending to be half in love with him is the easiest role in the world.

“I’m not supposed to be hurt in here, that’s what Wallace said.” Jesse hissed to himself.

“Come on.” Ivanov whispers dragging him towards another entrance as he suddenly heard his right hand man’s name.

Jesse tried to remove his hand. “Where the fuck do you think you are taking me?.”

“I’m trying to help your ass, stupid. You said you were being followed and Wal told you to come here so I’m trying to help you... Or do you want to have a one night stand with me instead? Trust me, I can work that out for you.”

Ivanov finally finds an exit leading to the back way as he leads Jesse out and they end up in the club’s parking lot.

“Oh.” Jesse muttered. “You were actually helping me.”

Ivanov hissed. “Yes I fucking was. Here.” He throws a key at the younger man. “Find a silver car, it’s mine. Go unlock it.” Ivanov says, eyes still trained on the exit watching out for Jesse.

Jesse nodded nervously as he headed to the silver Maserati that stood elegant in the reserved parking lot. However, before he could reach the vehicle someone grabbed him from behind.

What the—

The first punch came out of nowhere and Jesse saw stars when the fist connected with the side of his face. He thrashed in the rough hold, his arms straining to free themselves. His lips stung and he was sure he must be bleeding.

Ivanov.

Crap. He needed Ivanov, but the next punch aimed for his gut knocked the breath out of his lungs. Jesse coughed and shut his eyes tight at the first sight of blood drops.

“I-Ivan—”.

The next punch caused his knees to buckle. He could barely breath with Who are these people?

He waited for the next punch to come but the hold on his was gone in an instant.

Jesse risked a glance, making sure to keep his eyes up. Ivanov was there, fighting the men like the beast he was.

Jesse stumbled to the car, leaning his back on the side as he caught his breath. There were four men in total, all wearing masks and ball caps. It was an unfair fight. Four against one.

However, soon it was evident the men were the unlucky ones. Because the first one went down when Ivanov’s fist collided with his nose. Jesse heard a sickening crunch and averted his gaze immediately knowing there would be blood. In his peripheral vision, Ivanov continued to fight.

He was fast. His movements were nothing like the ones he’d taught Jimin. It was as if he was watching a movie. His sidekick sent another man hurtling to the floor and the third one crashed against the car when he elbowed him on the neck. He grabbed the fourth man and Jesse noticed a flash of silver.

His heart dropped to his stomach. But Ivanov already grabbed the man’s wrist, twisting it with a growl. The knife clattered to the floor and Jesse saw one of the men who have recovered from Ivanov’s blows coming for him.

He quickly turned, unlocking the car, and got inside locking it after him. The guy lunged a bit too late. He began to hit the window, cursing loudly. Ivanov was there though. In a moment, he had the guy pressed to the car’s window before he knocked him out.

Just as Jesse relaxed seeing no one else, another car approached with squealing tires. More men jumped out.

Jesse opened the door. “Get inside!” he yelled. “Let’s go.”

Ivanov nodded, his features hardening as he threw the bag inside and jumped into the driver’s seat. The men halted before running to their car and got inside as well.

“Fuck!” Ivanov cursed. “Put your seatbelt,” He growled. He backed the car, stepped on the gas and they left the parking lot with squealing tires.

“Okay.” Jesse nodded again though the other couldn’t see him and went to do as he was told.

“Oh my gosh, Jessica, what have you gotten me into?.” Jesse muttered to himself as he bit his lips so he wouldn’t cry.

Ivanov spared him a glance despite racing at the moment. “They are not here because of you, pretty boy.”

“What ? But my friend ... .” Jesse stopped himself from saying anything further. “I mean, I did something. They are the mafias, aren’t they? They were the ones staring at me in the club. Why would they be after you?.”

“The ones aiming for you at the club were dragons, although I don’t know why. But you see those cars chasing us now, they are the cobras.”

“How would you know?.” Jesse yelled out of frustration, angry at himself to have gotten involved in all this.

“Because I’m the leader of the dragons.”

Jesse should have known it would be an interesting day when he got shot at twice by different mafias before dinner.

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TBC