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LittleRin26
Summery
Irish Arms Dealer and the Italian mob. Take a joy ride with Bella to discovering betrayal, true love, and the truth behind her fathers assassination. AH.
*Nominated for "The Lasagna Award" Best Mob/Mafia fic.*
Rated: Mature - Romance/Crime - Chapters: 32 - Jasper/Bella - Complete
~ Teaser ~
I had overheard something about a “Black Swan” throughout the night, apparently the clubs most popular girl but I thought nothing of it as I really didn’t give a shit who she was. But now, the way these yahoo’s went silent I knew that this must be her set and that maybe, just maybe I would actually get to see some entertainment. The clubs DJ confirmed my suspicions a moment later and the crowed went nuts.
Seductive Jazz music filled my ears, something eerily familiar but not that I could put my finger on. Just as the open lyrics were made, a spotlight zeroed in on a lone figure on stage, with her foot propped on a lone chair. The chair could be damned for all I cared, but that woman…
Decked out in black from head to toe, save for the tiny fringed skirt in blood red, this woman was a sight to behold. Black fishnets clung to her never ending legs and a sexier than hell fedora perched on her head. I felt like a giant dog in heat, but fuck me if she wasn’t stunning, and damn-it if I wasn’t as hard as a rock. And this was only her backside.
But boy did her backside have my tail waggin’. She was pale as the moon and her fuck-me locks of mahogany nearly hit her ass. My kind of woman. Magnificent.
The music tempo fell and the lyrics started as she tossed the hat, kicking her chair away and spinning to face us. As she did the music stopped, and so did my heart.
Bella…
All the air seemed to leave my body in a loud whoosh. The “Black Swan” wasn’t just any Swan, it was my Swan, my Bella.
Her steps faltered and it had me briefly wondering if she recognized me, and then I chastised myself for a fool. Of course she had to have seen us. Emmett was sitting not two feet from me and Emmett never could do subtle, even the way he dressed. But in true Bella style, those beautiful pink lips parted and I swear she whispered, “Fuck my life”, but I wasn’t sure.
A team of back up dancers joined Bella sometime during my temporary brain hemorrhage, and a red head hissed at her before Bella realized she was off cue. She shook it off and continued on as if nothing had happened but her eyes continually sought mine out, as if she feared I might leave. Not a chance in Hell, baby.
Emmett, who was tits deep in some blonde Barbie never even had a notion that his sister was standing not fifty feet from him and I thought to myself, he’s drunker than I thought. That girl was a skank, who I wouldn’t touch on my most desperate day.
Turning my eyes back to the stage, I was gifted with the sight of Bella shimming her ass up and down a pole, right in front of my face. My pant grew impossibly tight. God, give me strength. After that I couldn’t possibly tear my eyes away from her, instead I fumbled around blindly, hoping to find Emmett next to me. I felt what I assumed and hoped to be his jacket and gave it a strong tug, but he didn’t respond. My next course of action got his attention though. Taking my eyes from the stage, I quickly found my target and slapped the shit out of the back of his head.
His head flew forward, bouncing of the table before he sat up and shook himself like a pissed off bull. “OW! What the fuck, Bro? Why’d you fucking hit-” As his words died in his throat I knew that he spotted her. I didn’t even have to look, but I did anyways. He was completely silent, his mouth hanging open as the shock of seeing Bella for the first time in four years hit him. I knew the feeling.
I knew Emmett loved Bella like a sister and I’m sure seeing her writing around on stage all sex kitten like in next to nothing wasn’t sitting well with him but he didn’t say a word, and I sure as fuck wasn’t about to complain.
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