Alec's POV

* Mature Content *
In the dimmed bedroom, purple sheets covered the king sized bed I lay on. Every other flat surface was covered in bodies. Just a typical Las Vegas sex party.

Sounds of moaning and groaning filled the room, men and women alike taking pleasure from each other. In my intoxicated state, I could barely tell where I was or who exactly had my cock in her mouth.

All I needed was a distraction, something to stop those words from constantly ringing in my mind like a record on repeat. Clearly an orgy wasn't the answer.

A voluptuous tattooed woman who was butt naked interrupted the sexual ambience with a question.

"Anyone want to help me hold down and fuck my pregnant friend?"

A chorus of arms raised. I was left alone as I stared in the direction of a pile of men and women surrounding a woman, eight months pregnant and getting enthusiastically fisted.

She gave a high pitched squeal when one of the girls grabbed her breasts. The whole group erupted into laughter at her reaction. It was obvious it was her first orgy.

Edging towards the end of the bed, I grabbed a glass from the wooden bedside table and downed whatever the hell was in it hoping it'd be enough.

It wasn't.

I couldn't drown out those emerald eyes. I couldn't stop seeing her face. I couldn't stop hearing her say those words...say she loves me. She loves me?

How do you leave for eight years and waltz back into my life with a declaration of love?

"Daddy..." a moan from next to me caught my attention, breaking my reverie. Next to me lay a young man, his face red and flushed, his dick sporting a similar color.

"Please.." his brown eyes pleading. It clicked after a moment of staring. I'd shoved a vibrator up his ass and told him not to cum a couple of minutes ago.

"Come here baby." I pulled him to me before locking lips with him. He moaned into my mouth when I stoked him. I'm not gay, I'm not straight. In fact I don't believe in sexuality and all the different categories the modern world has created.

All I believe in is the set of giving and taking pleasure, regardless of the gender.

"What do you want?" I whispered in his ear, his body shivering as a response.

"Please...please fuck me." He whined.

"Get on all fours...now."

Like a good submissive, he got on his hands and knees. Kneeling behind him, I gently took out the vibrator, while reveling on the cute mewls that escaped him.

I wasted no time shoving my dock into his tight little ass. "Arch your back for me baby. Let Daddy make you feel good."

The rest of the night was a blur. I lost count of the different men as women I fucked. I knew I'd wake up with a migraine the next morning but it was worth it.

At least for this night I'd be able to get away from my miserable life and the woman who'd made it her life's mission to hunt me no matter how far away she was.

* Mature Content Over *
Jessa's POV

Breakfast this morning had been weird and we were barely five minutes in. First of, no one was talking. After initially overcoming how weird it was to actually have breakfast with other people, I got excited.

I was finally getting a bit of normalcy in my life. That was until we'd all sat at the table and it'd been awkwardly quiet.

The weirder part was Damien and Millie avoiding eye contact her sneaking glances at each other when the other wasn't looking. Millie acting shy and coy was normal. Damien being shy? Not normal.

What's worse? My mother sat down with a grin that would put the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland to shame, plastered on her face. If her grin got any wider, she'd break her face.

"So Millie...sleep alright?" I awkwardly asked, trying to break the ice. She choked on the pineapple while mama burst into laughter. Damien offered her water but she refused and grabbed her own glass.

By the time she'd calmed down, her face was red and flushed and so was mama's. Damien not his lip but he could barely hide his smile.

"I'm sorry. Please excuse me." Millie said before leaving the table. Damien got up and followed right after her. Mom giggled as the two left.

"What's going on?" I asked her hoping she'd tell me.

"Anoche esos dos iban como cone his."
{ Those two were going at it like rabbits last night.}

My Spanish was rusty but I understood what she'd said. The meaning was implied.

"Ugh..finally. The sexual tension was unbearable."

"Si, si. Ahora solo tú y Alec estáis arruinando la atmósfera con tensión sexual."
{Yes, yes. Now it's just you and Alec ruining the atmosphere with sexual tension.}

"It's not like that mama. You know that."

"¿En serio? Entonces, qué rezar para decir es así?"
{ Oh really? Then what, pray tell, is it like?}

"I told him I loved him and he ran away Ma. There's no tension between us because all I do is scare him away." I yelled, before leaving the table.

I hated crying in front of people and my mother was no exception. Spending the day cooped up in my room was not how I'd envisioned my day. I'd quit my job so I basically had nothing to do with myself.

I didn't have the courage to tell Lucy that so I figured if I didn't show up for work for a while, she'd get the message. Jade had been right.

After finding out that my grandmother had gifted Lucy the land for her bakery, it made sense why I got the job. I wasn't talented. She just felt the need to pay back the favor or whatever.

All I could do was sit and let thoughts of Alec consume me. All I could do was wonder where he was, what he was doing, who he was with, whether he was thinking of me....

It was quite annoying how my thoughts had been dominated by one person. Uttering those words...it was a mistake. I knew I shouldn't have the minute they left my lips.

But in that moment I hadn't been able to reign in my emotions.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Damien stood in my doorway in a grey hoodie and sweatpants. I gave him a helpless smile. Taking that as an invitation, he walked him and seated himself on my bed, completely disregarding my personal space.

It was so Damien to make himself comfortable anywhere.

"Alec....penny for your thoughts?" I asked.

"Mami....wanna talk about it?"

"Nope...you?"

"Me neither.." he responded, shaking his head.

"Movie marathon?" He asked minutes later, brushing his hair out of his face.

"I'll get the ice cream and popcorn." I offered.

"I'll pick the movies."

So Damien and I spent the day avoiding our problems by burying ourselves in Hollywood movies. It was fun but at the same time it was sad and pathetic. I ended up crying halfway through Me Before You.

The crippled man dying felt like Alec leaving me. I didn't know when of if he'd come back. What scared me most was how he'd act if he came back.

Damien and I fell asleep halfway through How to ruin Christmas.

Coen's POV
Two months had gone by since Jessa's disappearance. I'd underestimated her and I was pleasantly surprised at her abilities. None of my men had been able to find her.

She'd truly disappeared. Not even a trace of her. Nothing.

"Boss...we have intel on the girl." One of my men said, approaching my desk.

"If your intel is not good enough to pin point her exact location then you'd best get out of my face before I end you." I yelled at the man in front of me.

He cowered away like the spineless idiot he was. How hard could it be to track down one girl. Just one.

"Boss..she resurfaced in California..at a bakery downtown."

"California? How did you not realize this earlier? We've been tracking her for months."

"...."

"Book a flight back home for the men. Get the jet ready, I leave in twenty minutes." I ordered.

"Yes boss."

I'd found her. My beautiful Jessa, my woman. Very soon we'd be united. Very soon she'd be spending her days in my arms and her nights warming my bed.
And after that we'd never be separated again. That I would be able to guarantee. I walked out of the meeting room and headed to my room.

After locking the door and shutting the windows closed, I took of my mask. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I could barely recognize myself.

One side of my face was normal. The other half was charred. Burned to an unrecognizable mess. It was why I hid behind the mask, why I did what I did.

Years ago I had been good and kind hearted. All it did was ruin me and put me in this mess. So I toughened up and became the leader of the biggest mafia in America.

My only regret was not starting sooner...wasting my younger years...chasing a fool's dream. It was a pity really. I had all the money in the world but no surgery could fix my face.

I'd tried for so many years. After a while I gave up and his myself behind the mask.

"Boss?" A knock on my door sounded.

I put the mask back on. It felt like putting on a whole identity, like an alter ego perhaps.

"What do you want?"

"The jets ready. We're waiting for you."

"I'll be there."

Soon, Jessa, soon.

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-Daisy