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Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir books, Jesse. Books.
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 18: books, Jesse. Books. ."I--""I'm glad you're okay too," Jesse continues before he can lose his nerve. But then, "You are okay, yeah?"Ivanov continues to stare at him, blinking before he gives a little nod. "Just. I have a bad feeling about it all. The deal that went down, it was a tight lip thing, only a few people knew about it. It could have all been a coincidence, the attack, but. I don't know. My gut tells me something isn't right."Jesse licks his lips, not sure what he's really meant to do. He's getting more of an insight than he usually lets himself hear. But he doesn't try and stop him. He's become so used to snapping at Ivanov, doing this back and forth with him that seeing him looking a little vulnerable throws him off. "I'm sorry," is all he can think to say, but he really finds that he means it.The man nods, inhaling deeply and finishes off the last of his drink. "It happens. Can't ever trust anyone completely in this field,"
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir Everything’s gonna be alright
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 19: everything’s gonna be alright .Jesse gets his first real taste of what it's like to be wrapped up in Wallace’s world one day while he's waiting to pick Ian up from school.He's standing with the parents, waiting outside for the last bell of the day when he gets that tingly feeling of being watched. The warm sensation of eyes on the back of his head. He turns his head to try and meet eyes with someone, and he finds it in the group of three men. They're parked across the street in a black Jeep, one with his window rolled down, one leaning against the same door and one on his phone standing at the back of the car. They look away when Jesse meets eyes with them, the two at the front seemingly dropping into a casual looking conversation. It could be nothing, something entirely innocent, but Jesse’s gut tells him it's not, and he's always followed his gut. When he turns away, it's not long until he feels eyes on him again, and he tries not to
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir affirmative
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 20: affirmative . "You really care about him, don't you?"He takes a breath and concedes to what he's been trying to fight since the first time he stepped into this house. It's too late to turn back now. "I care about all of you." Jesse can see that his answer takes Ivanov off guard, the surprise there for a half a second before it's masked back into something cool. But Jesse saw it, and he wonders if he's really been that much of an asshole that it wasn't obvious until this point. He swallows the thick, not unpleasant lump that's appeared in his throat as Ivanov steps forward, Jesse’s eyes falling to his lips for a second before darting back up. His blood is rushing behind his ears, his heartbeat almost deafening. But Ivanov’s voice breaks through it as their chests brush together."Even me?" He asks as he reaches up with a gentle hand and skims the pad of his thumb along Jesse’s cheek. Jesse’s hands have somehow managed to make their own w
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir preparing for what?
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 21: preparing for what? ."Shut up and kiss me already," Jesse all but growls with a tug of Ivanov’s belt, patience suddenly non-existent, and just like that, they're kissing. It's not like their first kiss, all gentle and testing each other out. This one is a little more sensual, he can feel it building into something more dense, every little slide of their lips having Jesse’s nerves waking up. Especially when he swallows the low hum he's given, locks it away in the cage of his ribs, just for him. It's good. It's so fucking good that Jesse’s head is swimming, that familiar heat in his chest before it sinks lower into his stomach and lights up like a flare. It smoulders.He goes easy as Ivanov presses into him, laying back against the table and pulling the man to crawl on top of him, welcoming the weight with a deep breath through his nose. Jesse bites at Ivanov’s lip and the resounding groan he gets goes south immediately, pooling low. His han
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir Code Red
Babysitting the Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 1: . *Jesse* "Come on, Jess. Lets go do something fun". I whined to her. “It’s a Friday night, stop being a Debby downer.” "Im not a Debby downer. We’ve gone over this a lot of times.” She replied me with a strict tone. “I’m busy because I had so promised my boyfriend that I'll stay by his place this weekend, you know, couples stuff and everything". "Your boyfriend is an fucking asshole and you know it". She sighed rubbing her temples. “Don't call him that, Jesse". "Its the truth. What kind of boyfriend tries to kiss his girlfriend’s best friend?". I say to her. “Because he totally did that.” "Almost, actually".I shrugged. "So? The fact is that he had tried to kiss me and you should break up with him". “He was drunk, Jesse. It was at a party and besides it didn’t happen, get that?". "I get the fact that you are dumb because it’s so obvious that your so called boyfriend is gay or maybe even bisexual". "Jesse, please just drive, we’ll t
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir the big fish
Babysitting the Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 2: .“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
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir Murder Case opened
Babysitting the Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 3: Murder Case opened . Jesse furrowed his brows, taking a step back, and readied himself to bolt into back his apartment as he wondered why the cops would come knocking on his door in the morning.One of the men, however, pulled a badge from his pocket. “I’m detective Hugh. That’s Inspector Cassidy.”Jesse swallowed thickly, wondering why the police wanted to talk to him.“There’s something we wanted to discuss with you.” Hugh said. “I don’t think I understand what this is all about.” Jesse eyed them apprehensively, still not believing them.“You are a close friend of a girl named Jessica Hal who’s in coma in the ICU unit right now on the case of attempted murder, she was found half dead in a ditch last night outside of a club that you were sighted at,” the man called Cassidy said. “We are here within reason, Mr. Jesse.” Jesse’s mind was spiraling as guilt washed over him for not checking with Jessica after he dropped her off before leaving
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir A moral decision to make
Babysitting the Mafia’s Heir .Chapter 4: A moral decision to make .Later that night, Joaquin comes and picks him up for a meeting, which sounds so ominous that it makes Jesse’s skin crawl. There's still a chance that the big boss man might decide he doesn't like him, and Jesse knows he wouldn't feel too bad. He's stayed clear of his brother's line of work for the last three years. Though it's not like Wallace’s ever been too keen on him being a part of it, either. He's never best pleased when Joaquin brings up anything involving work. Jesse doesn't want to know. He saw his brother come over with blood on his clothes one night and no scratches and he vowed never to ask about it. See no evil, hear no evil."My brother is gonna kick your ass," Jesse sighs as they drive through the city, scrolling through his texts. "He'll get over it," Joaquin waves off with a shake of his head, and the younger turns to look at him with a raise of eyebrows."Do you even know Wallace? Like, at all
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Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir preparing for what?
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 21: preparing for what? ."Shut up and kiss me already," Jesse all but growls with a tug of Ivanov’s belt, patience suddenly non-existent, and just like that, they're kissing. It's not like their first kiss, all gentle and testing each other out. This one is a little more sensual, he can feel it building into something more dense, every little slide of their lips having Jesse’s nerves waking up. Especially when he swallows the low hum he's given, locks it away in the cage of his ribs, just for him. It's good. It's so fucking good that Jesse’s head is swimming, that familiar heat in his chest before it sinks lower into his stomach and lights up like a flare. It smoulders.He goes easy as Ivanov presses into him, laying back against the table and pulling the man to crawl on top of him, welcoming the weight with a deep breath through his nose. Jesse bites at Ivanov’s lip and the resounding groan he gets goes south immediately, pooling low. His han
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir affirmative
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 20: affirmative . "You really care about him, don't you?"He takes a breath and concedes to what he's been trying to fight since the first time he stepped into this house. It's too late to turn back now. "I care about all of you." Jesse can see that his answer takes Ivanov off guard, the surprise there for a half a second before it's masked back into something cool. But Jesse saw it, and he wonders if he's really been that much of an asshole that it wasn't obvious until this point. He swallows the thick, not unpleasant lump that's appeared in his throat as Ivanov steps forward, Jesse’s eyes falling to his lips for a second before darting back up. His blood is rushing behind his ears, his heartbeat almost deafening. But Ivanov’s voice breaks through it as their chests brush together."Even me?" He asks as he reaches up with a gentle hand and skims the pad of his thumb along Jesse’s cheek. Jesse’s hands have somehow managed to make their own w
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir Everything’s gonna be alright
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 19: everything’s gonna be alright .Jesse gets his first real taste of what it's like to be wrapped up in Wallace’s world one day while he's waiting to pick Ian up from school.He's standing with the parents, waiting outside for the last bell of the day when he gets that tingly feeling of being watched. The warm sensation of eyes on the back of his head. He turns his head to try and meet eyes with someone, and he finds it in the group of three men. They're parked across the street in a black Jeep, one with his window rolled down, one leaning against the same door and one on his phone standing at the back of the car. They look away when Jesse meets eyes with them, the two at the front seemingly dropping into a casual looking conversation. It could be nothing, something entirely innocent, but Jesse’s gut tells him it's not, and he's always followed his gut. When he turns away, it's not long until he feels eyes on him again, and he tries not to
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir books, Jesse. Books.
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 18: books, Jesse. Books. ."I--""I'm glad you're okay too," Jesse continues before he can lose his nerve. But then, "You are okay, yeah?"Ivanov continues to stare at him, blinking before he gives a little nod. "Just. I have a bad feeling about it all. The deal that went down, it was a tight lip thing, only a few people knew about it. It could have all been a coincidence, the attack, but. I don't know. My gut tells me something isn't right."Jesse licks his lips, not sure what he's really meant to do. He's getting more of an insight than he usually lets himself hear. But he doesn't try and stop him. He's become so used to snapping at Ivanov, doing this back and forth with him that seeing him looking a little vulnerable throws him off. "I'm sorry," is all he can think to say, but he really finds that he means it.The man nods, inhaling deeply and finishes off the last of his drink. "It happens. Can't ever trust anyone completely in this field,"
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir truce maybe?
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 17: truce maybe? .Jesse licks his kiss swollen lips as risks a glance above, and-- fuck him. Seriously, fuck this guy so much.Fuck him because there's Ivanov - standing up on one of the metal walkways, amongst other people - pressing some guy back against the railing as he kisses him. To say it annoys him even more to see Ivanov kissing another guy would be... absolutely truthful. He's some young thing with dark blue hair and long legs, and Jesse has a sour taste in his mouth, which he chases away on Saint’s tongue the moment Ivanov’s open and settle on him. Jesse holds his gaze for an agonisingly long time before he forces himself to focus back on the pretty mouth against his own.He hums appreciatively into Saint’s mouth when his hand climbs up the back of his shirt, and Jesse decides to up the ante, slipping his thigh between the other man's and wrapping a loose arm around his shoulders, pulling back for a breather. He stares down between
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir Are you jealous
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 16: are you jealous .from: concrete lineHey, are you free this weekend?I need you to look after Iandor on Saturday.to: concrete lineyeh im freeu gonna pay me ?from: concrete lineOf course.to: concrete linethen im infrom: concrete lineThank you.Concrete motherfucking line. -- -- --Iandor falls asleep on him pretty early, having gone out earlier in the day for a friend's birthday party. Jesse spent all of dinner listening to the kid talk about what happened, what he and his friends did, what the birthday girl got, what he got her. Jesse pokes fun at him at the possibility of him liking her, and Iandor just sticks his tongue out at him. It's cute. Things are so much simpler when you're young, when everyone else looks out for you, when you have no responsibilities, when liking other boys and girls was no big deal. There was no wor
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir there is a concrete line
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 15: there is a concrete line . Over the next few days, Jesse continues to take Ian to his classes and out to lunch and buys him snacks and ice cream and pens and pencils. He always sighs a breath of relief when he gets a text from Wallace telling him he's okay, and he can never fucking bring himself to ask how Ivanov is, never wants to admit to the fact that he's curious about how the older man is. Surely he's okay if Wallace hasn't said anything about it, he reasons with himself. Yeah, that's gotta be it. Ivanov is fine. Despite himself, he's still checking at his phone, finds himself picking at his nails in an anxious habit. Time seems to slow down once Iandor’s gone to bed, no longer having his laughter and curious questions about what he's drawing there to distract him. Being on his own, with his own thoughts and time on his hands-- it's grating on his nerves. A couple of nights later, there's a knock at the door, a slow thump of knuckl
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir do I really give a damn?
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 14: do I really give a damn? . With another sigh, he closes and locks the door, leaning his back against it as he turns and faces Ian, fast asleep on his couch. He's got classes tomorrow, ones he can't afford to skip out on, so he'll just have to take Ian with him. He feels a little lost. He hasn't got many kid suited snacks in his refrigerator. He makes a note to himself to get some stuff tomorrow while they're out.Jesse heads over to the couch, being gentle as he carefully picks Ian up and carries him to his bed, helping him out of the jacket he's got on, pulling off his shoes and carefully tucking him under the covers. He makes sure to dim his bedside lamp to the lowest setting, just enough to substitute as a nightlight, and he's just about to turn and leave when there's a soft voice."Jesse," Ian croaks, voice thick and small with sleep.Jesse’s careful as he lowers himself down to sit on the edge of his bed, reaching to smooth down the ki
Babysitting The Mafia’s Heir trouble trouble trouble
.Babysitting the Mafia’s Heir.Chapter 13: trouble trouble trouble .Jesse sighs through his nose, directing his attention back to his two friends who are now back on their feet and on the makeshift dance floor off to the side. He's tempted to leave them, go home and sleep this off. But he'd be thinking about them all night. He trusts Wallace, trusts Joaquin, but he doesn't know the rest of these guys.Fuck.He drops down to sit on one of the square couches, resigning himself to the fact that he's not going anyway anytime soon. Jesse casts a look over his shoulder to meet eyes with Ivanov, who's wearing that stupid expression again, and he really just wants to punch him. Right in the dick.The whiplash this night was giving him.He closes his eyes when the beat of the music starts to annoy him rather than appease him, slinking down in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. He doesn't know how long he sits there like that for, when he feels the spot next to him dip with we
