𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 || 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦

   "SO, THAT'S WHAT IT WAS!" Betty yelped at the sudden intrusion of her bedroom door practically being kicked open by a fuming Chris Jones. "You kept my daughter hidden from me?"

Her eyes were wide as she shifted on her bed, extremely uncomfortable under his judging gaze. She swallows the cement in her throat and battles to hold his gaze. Betty could tell someone had told him and had riled him up enough to have him barging into her house. She would no doubt get an earful of questions from her mother about why this boy wasn't dead and why he was there.

Now, though, she had to deal with Chris, who looked like he was looking for his next meal. And she might very well be that meal. "I wanted to tell you, I did."

The boy scoffed as he took slow steps towards her. "Olivia even wanted to," she added. "But with you being gone, we weren't sure if you were dead or alive. We planned on telling you soon, but not right after you got home."

Betty couldn't hold in the whimper when Chris wrapped a hand around her throat. Nothing too tight, but just enough that it restricted some of the air she inhaled. What didn't help was the intense stare he had with her. She felt so small under him and weak. A natural occurrence that came with knowing Chris, but she'd never been on the receiving end.

Chris leant down, their faces mere inches apart. His warm breath fanned the blonde's cheeks and created a flush to swarm her face. It was wrong for her to feel this way in this situation. Chris was attracting the attention of many girls, but she quickly realized why. She couldn't deny that she was a bit aroused in this position.

"You hidin' anything else from me, Betts?" He whispered as the girl parted her lips. Almost able to taste his words on the tip of her tongue. It was addicting, and she found herself letting out another whimper in response.

That ecstasy and pleasure were stolen from her when Chris let go of her. Staring down at her for a moment before turning and started to make his way out of the room. But she couldn't stop herself from rising from the bed and chasing after him.

"Chris, I promise you, I wanted--"

She let out a muffled yelp when Chris's lips crashed down onto hers. Hands gripping her waist and pushing her slowly towards the bed. Alarm bells were going off in Betty's head, but she was already far too deep. Wrapping her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.

"Got anything else you are hiding from me, B?" His lips ghosted across the expanse of her neck. Betty whimpered when the boy's teeth nipped at her collar bone.

"Reggie," she moaned, biting her bottom lip when Chris's hands cupped her ass. Kneading at the flesh hungrily. "He has said he's taken your role for your daughter."

Chris kissed her passionately, and she mindless reciprocated it. Pulling him closer to which he pulled away only a breath away. "If I find out you're keeping anything else from me, I'll be back here, and I won't be so nice."

He turned and exited the bedroom before Betty could even respond. Giving the girl the time to realize how badly she'd messed up. Betty has not only just kissed Chris and cheated on Jughead but threw Reggie under the bus. And honestly, Betty wouldn't at all be surprised if Chris ran Reggie over with a bus.

When the doors to La Bonne Nuit slammed open, Veronica knew a storm was coming. And she was only more sure of that fact when she found Chris to be the cause of the ruckus. "Chris, what's--"

"Sit down," he ordered. "The both of you. I won't ask again."

Their eyes flickered to the pistol he flashed under his sweater. They hesitantly rose to their feet and moved to a table Chris seated himself at. Pulling the gun out and placing it on the table in front of him, he watched the pair slide into the chairs.

Chris hadn't come up with a good idea when he came here. Besides beating Reggie to a pulp, this was the one option that resorted to less violence. He wanted to show Veronica that he was done resorting to violence. Of course, if violence came looking for him, he would respond. But he wanted to try and be civil between Reggie and Veronica. As well as try to ignore the fact that they nearly shared a kiss. 

The pair watched as Chris grabbed himself a cigarette. Unbothered by the anxious eyes watching him as he lit the cancer stick. Dragging deeply off the cigarette and pulled it from his lips. Glancing between the pair with a look neither could decipher. What they did know is that the fury brewing in his eyes was for both of them. 

"Can I get a drink?" Chris asked aimlessly, looking between them. They glanced at one another, and Reggie took the initiative to move away and grab the boy what he requested. An uncomfortable silence blanketed the club as the trio didn't say a word. Veronica played with the bracelet around her wrist as she occasionally glanced up at Chris. Swallowing a lump in her throat whenever he caught her gaze.

Reggie returned soon after and handed the boy a glass of whiskey. He got back into his seat as Chris took a sip of the whiskey with a soft sigh. His eyes focused on Veronica as she sniffled slightly.

"Why didn't you tell me about our daughter?" The question was simple, but Veronica wasn't sure how to answer it. Many factors had been at play that prevented her from doing so. Such as the blatant one, he had been gone for almost a year. No call, no text, not even a letter with his signature.

Veronica shrugged. "I thought you had died," she answered. "I didn't want to have high hopes for our daughter that you were still alive out there possibly. It didn't seem like the weight I wanted her to worry or carry."

"You mean, you didn't want to carry it." She glanced up at him as he took a drag off his cigarette.

He then motioned to Reggie. "And you let him take the role of the father?"

"Well, someone had to--"

Chris grabbed the gun and pointed it at Reggie. "I would shut your mouth unless you want a bullet in your head."

"I don't know why you care!" Veronica spat. "You decided to leave after you killed Jason."

Chris shook his head in slight annoyance. "If I fucked your mom and became your dad, would that be a pleasing thing to hear?" Neither answered. "Would it?!"

From the rise in his voice, they shook their heads. "It's the principle - the intentions of the action." He waved his hands. "So, for you, to label this piece of shit the father to my daughter is a fucking backstab."

Stubbing out his cigarette on the table, Chris flicked the cancer stick off the table. "Which is why I am getting 15% percent of your earnings every month."

The statement had earned Veronica to stare at him incredulously. "You can't be serious?"

"Oh, but I am, sweetheart," He replied. "I know you tried to strike a deal with your father and snubbed him out of it with buying out the Serpents. So, now, you'll be paying me a total of 10,000 dollars at the end of each month." Pulling out a small paper with all the math and specifics of the contract from his pocket, he pushed it towards Veronica. "Don't worry, I did all the math."

She took it reluctantly and unfolded the document, reading each line and number carefully. Meanwhile, Chris grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lighter, stuffing them into his pockets before standing up. "I won't make you start today, but at the start of next week, you better start saving some of that money."

Making his way towards the door, Veronica stood up from the table. "Why are you doing this, Chris?" She exclaimed.

He stopped short, inhaling deeply before looking over his shoulder at the girl. "I am just showing the consequences of your actions," he stated. "I expect to see my daughter soon, V."