Rogue Chapter 5

Rogue

Chapter 5

Charlie

I watch Masen as he opens his door, not even giving his driver a chance to run around, and open it for him.

He takes in his surroundings and adjusts his suit looking up at the airplane. I chuckle, because the man is really good looking and if he doesn’t think Bella hasn’t taken notice, he is totally oblivious. I’ve watched her watch him. It is a little amusing.

However…..

She is going to break his heart.

This worries me.

Bella will never allow anyone to get to close to her. Especially if she has been intimate with them.

No one would ever be good enough for her anyway in my opinion, and as much as she doesn't want any one, I know there has to be someone out there for her. Someone who was just like her mother who was meant for me.

It has to be a man that is strong enough to take care of her, smart enough to challenge her, and puts her before everyone and everything else. I know Bella is capable of taking care of herself, but to go through life alone; is not any kind of life I want for her. My little girl, deserves to be happy, and she needs to know what it is like to really fall in love.  

I have been accused of raising a cold blooded killer, and I cannot deny that Bella is a   lethal weapon if set off at the right moment. As someone from the outside looking in, I could understand why they would think that. But people lack any ideas as to what we are doing and why we are doing it. All they hear is gangsters, guns, and death and assume the worst of us.

Bella would choose another way of life if she could have, but to get what she wants she has to be this person before she can be the person she longs to become.

No one really knows us. I am not saying we are Robin Hood, and his band of merry men. In fact, we are far from that. I just hope that when everything’s said and done, everyone will know the reason we made the decision to do what we are doing.

All of this started one night when me and my innocent sweet little girl, had a very adult conversation. Bella has always been an inquisitive child. She needed to know the whys of everything. Most children grew out of that phase, Bella still to this day, wants to understand the whys, no matter what the subject is regarding.

The memory of that night is forever burned in my mind, my heart, and my soul.

Bathtime was her favorite time. We played the most ridiculous game where her toes have turned into fish, and I have to try and catch them.

When I do, I love to hear her loud squeal as it echoes off the tiled walls of our bathroom. Her laughter fills the room and my heart. The only other sound I hear is the sound of water splashing with the memory playing in my head.

I am washing the hair of a three year old, as she plays in the water, when she stops, looks up at me and asks, "What's wrong Daddy."

I smile at her because she is so in tune with me. I can't believe she bothers to even care. I mean fuck she is three Goddamn years old and she asks a question most adults I know don’t care to take the time out to ask.

"Daddy, was just thinking sweetpea.”

“What about?”

“Daddy is a little worried these days." I reply not really considering what kind of an affect my words would have on her when I say them. I should have known better.

"Why Daddy?"

“Sometimes, Daddy wonders what the world will be like in the future. I think about what it will be like when you grow up. You are all I think about sweetpea. I want to protect you from every one out there, that is bad."

"Let’s make it better Daddy. We will fix it and make it better." she touched my cheek, and I could hear the sincerity in her words, and I can’t help but adore her a little more.

“I wish that were possible sweetheart, but there is alot of bad out there in the world.”

“We send them away Daddy. Like you sent away the boogie man.”

I laugh, “I shot the boogie man honey, don’t you remember? We buried him out in the woods.”

“Then, we put all of them in the woods, so we don’t have to be afraid of them anymore.”

My beautiful innocent angel thinks it is possible to rid the world of evil, and who am I to deny her whatever her heart desires. My heart feels like it will shatter when I look at her sometimes.

Bella has gone through this life never wanting more than what she absolutely needed. She is the most selfless being, who only wants the world to be a better place. She is my miracle and she is the one accomplishment I am the most proud of.

My biggest fears are that I can’t pull this off. To fail at this would be a huge disappoint to her. I have chosen to go to greath lengths since that day. I cannot fail at this task and disappoint that sweet little girl taking a bath.

Edward Masen may seem like just another gangster, and I am not defending him either way. I know he is guilty of some shit I don’t want to remember reading about from his past. We all have done shit we are not proud of of, but the bastard is a genius who is changing how the boogie men work.

I hope that my fears about what happens between her and Masen on this trip are me just being paranoid.

But deep down I think I already know where this is going.

She is going to break his heart into a thousand gazillion pieces, and there is nothing I can do to prevent that. He can feign his indifference towards her all he wants, but I am her father, and I saw the small fire light up his green eyes when he watches her.

I have had that same fire in my own, once upon a time.

I have watched him, while he watches her and I know that Edward Masen is enamored with my daughter. It is not just the way other men see her as a beautiful girl either. There is something else burning in that kids eyes. Something besides lust. That four letter word that I don’t think he could easily admit to but I suspect he could easily fall under.

I found it pretty damn impressive that he took over an entire dance club, bringing in his men to clear the dance floor within minutes, then to ask my little girl to dance with him. He gifted her the entire dance floor and a spotlight. I watched them from the bar out of sight and I admit the bastard was smooth. He had his own swagger and I could tell she was falling under his spell, just like every other female in this place. Then, in typical Bella fashion, she bolted and left him to go use the restroom and she didn’t bother coming back.

Talk about taking a hit to your ego. I don’t think any man could not take that a little personally. Especially someone as good looking as Masen. He could have any damn woman he wanted to dance with, but he singled her out of all the others.  

This is what worries me, as I watch the airplane taxi down the runway, line up as it is about to take off. I wait a few beats before I turn away from the window, headed for baggage claim.

I think to myself, there can only be three outcomes to this trip.

The first, is that they kill each other before they land

The second, they could end up falling in to bed together. She really could do a lot worse. 

Or the third, that if they do hook up, she will break his heart and he may try to kill her the way Stephan nearly did, when she broke his heart. Some days, I want to dig that motherfucker back up, kill him again for thinking he could take the life that I brought into this world.

She is mine and no one tries to take what belongs to me away. I don't care how old she is, but until i give her away she belongs to me.

As for Masen, he got his one chance to make a mistake.

I don’t care how much we need this organization to accomplish our goals, if Masen ever aims a gun at my daughter again, I will drag his ass out to sea and leave him dangling in the water bleeding till I attract every damn shark in the sea and drop him in the middle of them and feed the bastard to them.

Climbing into my car, I pull out my cell phone and dial, “They are on their way to LA.”

“That is good to hear Swan, what do you say to coming down for lunch? The Masen family would like to discuss something with you in regards to that lovely daughter of yours. I would like to negotiate with you.”  

“By all means Masen Senior who exactly is the Boss of this family again, because last I remember, it was your son. You know the one that just boarded a plane with my little girl?”

He laughs. Full on belly laughs.

“He is the Boss of all Bosses. You know that because you voted for him. However, since he has a new position, last night our family agreed that I should return to my previous role over the family. He cannot do both jobs at the same time, and our family won’t be compromised especially under the circumstances of the previous weeks.”

“Does your son know he has been fired?” I chuckle.

“That he does, I told you Swan, I don’t keep secrets from family, speaking of which, will you accept our invitation?”

“May I ask what it has to do with my daughter?”

“I will be happy to explain it all to you when you arrive. Deal?”

“All right, I will be there around noon.”

“Perfect, we will see you then.” I hang up and look at my phone for a minute.

I am getting a little more paranoid dealing with this family. I know I am being a little irrational but my thoughts are now wondering about what is going on in that plane. I hope to God she isn’t showing off.

Masen’s hot headed temper won’t take another blow to his ego and this is what worries me the most. I don’t know him well enough to trust him. She will get herself killed if she doesn’t at the very least act the young lady I raised her to be.

Her biggest weapon is her submission. If I taught her anything it is to utilize that. Act weaker and the motherfucker won’t expect it when you show him who the weak one really is. But she can only pull that card a few times. I hope she picks and chooses those times wisely.

I drive back out to the Masen Estates, suspicous as to what I believe is going to be asked of me. Mafia families have very strange ideas about family, and if Edward Senior is thinking what I think he may be thinking, he too will be sadly mistaken.

Stephan’s father had the nerve to ask me, and look where he is. I need to get this shit over with. I just hope they don't take offense, and hear out my explanation.

Masen

I sit back leaning over to rest my elbow on the armrest, anxiously rubbing my chin, wishing I had taken the time to get a hot shave done before this trip.

I sit here daring to glance over at her hopint to see that sexy little pout she was wearing a moment ago. When I do, it stirs up my loins.

I can’t stop the smart assed thing I am about to say to her before they are rolling off my tongue, “ I don’t think I have ever seen a 25 year old grown woman pout. I am curious, does that work on ‘Daddy’?” and I used my fingers to quote, suggesting that maybe Charlie isn’t her father.

Just like that, her pout is gone, her eyes narrow as she glares at me with fury seething from the center of her.

If we keep this up, we are going to end up killing each other before we land.   

We opt to choose to not speak of her violating my privacy any more. I turn my head to look out the window as I leave that question hanging in the air around us.

After a good thirty minutes of silence, I can’t take it any more. "Well, Miss Swan, I am looking forward to this trip. Honestly I think you are crazy to attempt this, but as crazy as that is, what intrigues me more is how you are going to pull this off." I turn to look at her.

She is staring out the window, "This go around will be different, I am not going to lie. It won’t be nearly as easy as the others. The gangs here in Los Angeles are the Mafia so to speak, well them and the cartel, even though they don't run like typical organized crime, they do own their streets. Consider them gangsters that have gone rogue. They don’t follow any one person or leader. The street gangs here are from so many different nationalities each having their own kind. I have had to study their culture. Unlike the Italian Mafia, they have no real face to put to those that run these streets. They are unpredictable, ruthless, have no code of honor other than their gang symbols, and graffiti marking their turf like dogs. There are so many willing to join, but they don’t stop there. They force others to join by jumping them in. What that means is they beat the hell out of them, and if and that is a big strong if they survive, they are in forever whether they wanted to be or not. They recruit children for crying out loud unwillingly.”

“You have spent a long time on this haven’t you?”

“Yes. I have a trait that most gangsters, gangbangers, and the likes of your kind don’t.”

“Your high and mighty attitude will get you a bullet in the head Swan.” I warn. “You have killed plenty of people according to you and a your father. Neither of you are above us. But what is this trait you speak of?"

"Loyalty to their own flesh and blood. The Italians would so easily kill their own cousins, brothers, nephews if they had the least amount of suspicion that one of them was a rat. It is sickening really. You can disown someone before you kill them, ban them from your life...but to kill your own? Really? It is no different than a mother eating her own young. It's repulsive and vile. Family is supposed to be above everything else! Even if they fuck up! You don’t fucking execute them! What ever happened to forgive and forget? Second chances? Or just get the fuck out of my life?"

"Rats come in all forms Miss Swan and even your own family can turn into one." I eye her up. Her expression falls when she picks up that I am accusing her of being just that.

"If a rat were attempting to do what rats do, then my father and I shouldn't be considered as such, since we don't fall under that category. I certainly wouldn't have been so forthcoming to your family Masen if I were a rat, because rats live in sewers where they can hide and scurry around with other rats, feeding off each other."

"Some rats are braver than others." I come back at her. "Some rats aren't quite as smart as others. There are exceptions."

She takes a deep breath and shakes her head looking away from me off into the distance.  

She turns back around and shifts moving her upper body towards me, closer within an arm's reach of me. Her eyes are locked on my chest, and I wait for it.

She looks up at me from under her lashes with the most delicious seductive look. The kind of look men grew rock hard for and she knew what she was doing. She knew it very well. Just how to use those eyes of hers, her body language, all of it, and if I were just anyone, they would buy into her little cat and mouse game.

Not saying that I wouldn't like to play a game with her of the more adult kind, but if she thinks she is the only one that has this gift, she couldn't be more wrong.

I slowly drag my tongue out, lick my bottom lip ever so slowly, focusing on hers as if I want to kiss her.

"You were saying?" I softly smile at her and wink.

She pulls back and leans down to pick up a bag, pulls out a laptop and sets it up on the table in front of us, turning it just so that I can see the screen.

"Is this your idea of a joke?" I ask looking at the screen.

There is porn on her laptop...playing, no volume of course but porn all the same.

I couldn't stop my slow smile nor did I want to.

Her face is blazing bright red and she is frantically trying to shut it off.

I am grinning like a motherfucker right now.

"Fuck...shit...damn!" she is hitting buttons and trying to change what is displaying and I begin to laugh.

"It's not funny!" she hisses.

"On the contrary it really is!" I am laughing harder than hell now.

When I finally stop laughing, she has managed to shut off her little x rated video. Her beautiful face still beet fucking red. I lean over and whisper in her ear, "If you wanted to watch porn with me Isabella, all you had to do was ask. You didn't have to drag me on a plane and force me to be subjected to it so you could get in my pants."

She glares at me and I keep smiling.

"I am sure you have had a parade of women that have been in your pants." she rolls her eyes and continues to busy herself on her computer.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I will show you a few things.”

She truly knows nothing of my sexual escapades. She is assuming. I hate when people assume that shit, but whatever. I finally compose myself and look at her screen.

Image after image pops up of different people all with statistics on them. Who they are are, what their habits are, every ridiculous little detail about them logged. They each have a date highlighted, some the same. Others different.

“One of the best ways to gather intelligence on a subject is to learn their habits. Everyone has habits. Something they do everyday that even if they deviated from it, it wouldn’t be by much, but they would always go back to doing it. Habits are hard to break.”

I nod replying, “You are not talking about drug habits, are you?"

"No. For example, one of those really expensive coffee’s that are all the rave with whipped everything on them. How those addicted to caffeine must go get one every morning before work, that is a habit.”

"Or, hanging out at a bar with friends on friday nigth?"

“Exactly, and that makes this part of my job so much easier because I didn’t even have to be there to learn all these habits. There are others, like the person that works there and makes minimum wage. He will gladly consider eavesdropping in on conversations your subject is having say on the phone or with a friend.”

“So, you have gained information about all these gang members based on informants?” I ask.

“Yes. Every method has its pros and cons, you just have to figure out what works for you, but finding that one person that you can pay to do the job makes it so much easier for you to do other more important ones. They are eager to get information because they want the money.”

“So, you are saying you have spies all over the greater Los Angeles area that you have paid to get information on all these people you are targeting to kill?"

“I have spies all over the place Masen, not just the ones in Los Angeles.” she smirks.

“Don’t mind if I change the subject but I need to ask you something."

"What?"

"You do realize that you also have people following you?"

Her expression falls.

"Now, I am willing to bet Miss Swan, you don’t even know it.” I stare at how stunning she is. I wonder what he skin tastes like.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Bingo.

“That night at the club, you remember when you lied and ditched me. I saw them, so did my men. You are being followed everywhere you go Isabella. A car showed up outside the meeting you and your father attended the day I was voted in. I wondered then if you noticed. That same car was sitting off the tarmac behind a fence when we took off. So, yes Isabella, you are being followed and I am a little worried about that.”

“Don’t be.”

I lean forward and let my gaze burn through her, “Don’t tell me what to do. I’ll do whatever I like, especially when it comes to you. Whoever was in that car is already being removed from it and detained.”

I pull out my cell phone and scroll down and type in a message. A moment later I am sent a reply and a photo. I turn it to face her and ask, “Do you know him?”
Her eyes widen and she stutters, before a fire lit up under her. She is so livid she is on her phone dialing as fast as she can.
“Apparently, you do.” I shake my head. "So tell me, before I have him killed."

RobsHandMonkey

Chapter End Notes:

God Damn he is one sexy motherfucker!!!

I am working on the blog when I can...here is the link sign up for the updates if you would like!

xoxo

Rogue Blog