The Girl With The Killer Hair...

Wed, 19 Mar 2008 18:36:21 GMT

Title: Brandon Margera
POV: Bam
Author: Me
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Summary: Bam loves what he does for a living, after all he’s been doing it since he was 13. But when a certain someone walks into his life, he rethinks his job and how dangerous being a mobster really is. (Crappy summary I know.)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone, don’t know anyone and this has never happened.
Dedication to bloodhill she's amazing.

AN: We can all thank my aunt and uncle for letting me stay over last night which led to me being able to post this.

Chapter.12

"I've been thinking," the blonde spoke while pushing some of Bam's unruly curls from in front of his eyes.

"Dangerous activity I always say," Bam chuckled as his boyfriend pushed his head of the others lap. He sat up right so he could lean on his elbow, silently watching the blonde fidget with a blade of grass. The were sitting in front of Bam's parents house, a rare weekend off for the teens. "What were you thinking about?" Bam asked, his full attention towards the other.

Blain bit his lip and let the grass fall from his fingertips. "Maybe you should tell da-I mean Jimmy that you're not interested in being a mob." He looked up to gage the others reaction only to be met with a confused look.

"Why're you sayin' that?" Bam asked, purposely making his self sound like an vocabulary challenged idiot. Dunn had always told him real mobsters talk like that when feeling offended, insulted or threatened.

Blain quickly let his gaze drop back to the ground. "You..." He started, but let his voice fade a bit. "You think this life is great!" He shouted, making Bam recoil a bit. "It's not Bam, it's nothing like you think. It's murdering, as in killing others...other people." He was pleading with Bam by that time. Blain had found out things in his short 19 years of life, things he would never wish others to know, especially Bam. Bam was the one pure thing in his life and he didn't want that pureness to be tainted. Not just for selfish reasons, but for Bam. He didn't want Bam to become something rotten, something cruel and vile, something like his father and other relatives.

Bam looked at Blain's hurt face and sighed. With a smile he pulled Blain closer and stroked his long hair, while tucking the others face between his neck and shoulder. Deep blue eyes met shimmering lime-green. "Lainy, don't worry, I'll never have to do things like that," he chuckled while Blain continued playing with the grass. "Believe me Blain, I'll never have to dirty my hands like that. I'm going to shoot straight to the top before I turn 18, I'll have others doing the dirty work before I have to. Trust me."

Tuesday 11:38am
Philadelphia City Hospital

"Yeah, that's him, that's Brandon Novak."

The mid-thirties doctor with tanned skin, and dark blonde hair nodded as he wrote the confirmation down on the sheet of paper. "Relative?"

"Cousin," I lied. "But I can have the mother here by tomorrow morning. Noon at the latest."

The doctor nodded and scribbled some more at his paper before capping his pen and setting it in his coat pocket. He ripped the sheet away from the clipboard before closing the lid over it and handing over the sheet of paper. "She'll only need to come in if she's planning a funeral, other wise we'll just bill her for the cost of disposing of his body."

I shuddered at the way he spoke, as if this was a common thing. Vaguely, in the back of my mind I realized that it was more than likely a common thing, anonymous suicides I mean. "I'll...I'll call tomorrow to confirm the time the funeral home will pick up the body." I told him in a uneasy voice. I wasn't so sure if Novak's mom would care enough to have a funeral since she highly disapproved of Novak being in the mob. But I knew that he was having a funeral, even if I had to pay for it.

The doctor nodded. "Well, we'll need her information just in case, can't be too sure you know."

I sighed, was I that bad looking? Of course I hadn't been back to my apartment since that night, and didn't shower while I was at the hotel. Hadn't slept more than a couple hours in the last couple days, I'm sure I looked a wreck. It made sense that a doctor would be a little wherry of just letting me leave without leaving information to get a hold of me. "Yeah, I'll leave my information. I don't have her phone number on me."

He looked me over once before nodding. "Alright, let's go get that settled then. I'm sure you'd like to get away from this place as soon as possible. The morgue isn't exactly pleasant."

I nodded out of habit, I truthfully could care less at that point.

"Just sign the papers at the front desk and you can leave," he told me as he walked ahead of me, handing over the papers before turning and walking the other way.

I smiled at the red haired nurse and signed what she gave me before leaving the building. I had a stop to make.

Tuesday 12:54pm
Jimmy's Front Door

I knocked and waited, a bitter smile on my face as Clara answered the door. "Clara, you look more and more beautiful as the days go by," I spoke in a low voice, and by the look on her face, surprising her in the process. "Jimmy's office?" I asked and spoke again without waiting for an answer. "Great thanks, I'll lead myself." I pushed my way past her and walked towards Jimmy's office, not waiting for Clara. Though she did run and catch up before I made it to the door.

She gave me a disapproving look before giving a soft knock to the door. A "come in" was heard before she pushed open the door. "Mr.Lazzari, Mr.Margera is here to see you," she said before stepping aside and holding the door open for me.

"Bammie!" Jimmy greeted with a huge grin.

I gave a small smile and let him embrace me as well as Pauly. I let go and looked around, Pauly was sitting in his usual chair right next to Jimmy, Frankie and Ville were sitting on the love seat in the corner of the room, looking like the perfect couple(making me feel all sorts of nausea) Ville couldn't seem to meet my gaze, I expected as much. The average mobs were standing around, Jimmy's personal guys, Pauly's, and of course Frankie's, but I didn't fail to notice the new face standing against the wall with the rest of Frankie's lackies.
"So you wanted to talk?" I asked as Jimmy motioned for me to take a seat in my usual chair across from him. "It wouldn't have anything to do with that guy, would it?" I asked as I jabbed my thumb in the new guys direction.

Pauly's face split into a grin. "As observant as ever," he commented.

Jimmy smiled as well before answering my question. "Yes, it has a lot to do with him. Bam I'd like you to meet Davey Passaro, we were thinking he'd be perfect to take your place as Ville's bodyguard."

A bitter smile broke across my face. Goddamn, another Davey, like we didn't have enough. How I missed Ryan at that moment, he didn't have an annoying as fuck "EE" at the end of his name.

"You know Blain," Bam started as he looked at his new partner. "I really like your hair, it's like a rock stars."

Blain giggled and whacked Bam in the head with the palm of his hand. "Don't start getting all weird on me now Bammie, it's only our 12th hour. We have 12 more to go."

Bam groaned and let his head fall back against the passenger seats headrest. "I don't get the point of this stakeout, it's pointless." Bam sent a pitiful glance towards the other teen. Blain was nice, caring, and full of spirit, as far as Bam could tell from their five and a half weeks working together. Well it was really only weekends and some weekday afternoons.

Blain smiled a warm smile that always made Bam blush. "It may seem pointless, but it's too see if you'd actually be able to handle a stakeout. You don't want Jimmy and Pauly to think you can't handle this, do you?" He asked in a sweet-sour tone.

Bam sat straight up at that. "No, of course not," he said hurriedly. Blain smiled and turned back to his crossword puzzle book. After a minute Bam had become bored again. "What do you hate about yourself most?"

Blain turned his attention back to the younger teen and lifted a single eyebrow. "What?"

Bam smiled at him. "You tell me what you don't like and I'll tell you what I don't like about myself."

Blain smirked and sat still for a minute. "My name," he finally said. When he Bam gave him a puzzled look he continued. "Well Frankie has an "EE" at the end of his name and so does Pauly, Jimmy and everyone else, even you do." He shrugged as though it was nothing really important before going back to his book.

Bam sat still for ten whole minutes before turning towards his friend. "So~...Lainy, how about we get something to eat soon? I was thinking Italian." Blain's grin was so wide, Bam was sure it had to hurt.

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Not dead, yet. I have this story completely finished in a notebook, but need to type it all up, which is hard with my resources at hand. I was thinking about adding comments to the end of the chapters and sending the books to bloodhill to type and update them for me. That would mean I couldn't answer all the comments right away, but if that sounds okay, then I'll consider doing it. What do you guys think?

Comment please. I love to know what you think about this.

Wed, 16 Jan 2008 07:19:10 GMT

Title: Brandon Margera
POV: Bam
Author: Me
Rating: PG-13 to R
Summary: Bam loves what he does for a business, after all he’s been doing it since he was 13. But when a certain someone walks into his life, he rethinks his job and how dangerous being a mobster really is. (Crappy summary I know.)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone, don’t know anyone and this has never happened.
Dedication to bloodhill she's amazing.

Chapter.11

9:30am
Motel room across from Novak's apartment building</b>

I looked out the window, sun was streaming through the partially opened blinds. To any on looker, I was just a man lying on a bed in motel room watching television. But really I was watching the apartment building across from the crappy motel room I was sitting in. It had been five hours since I picked up the pay phone and reported Novak's death, anonymously of course.

Dunn had left, I don't know where, but I knew I wouldn't see him for a couple days, weeks maybe. The last time he had killed someone close to him I didn't see him for two and a half weeks. I don't know where he goes, or what he does, and I had no plan of asking him.

I looked out the window and the paramedics rolled Novak's plastic, covered body out of the building. Just as they made it to the van my cell phone rang. I wasn't surprised, it had been all morning. Ville had called at least twenty times, Frankie once, Paulie once, Stacey once -I had texted her back, telling her not to expect Dunn back for a while- and my mother had called once as well. I didn't see the point in answering, I would of only made up some lie about being fine, and just needing sometime to clear my head. But really, the real reason I wasn't answering was because I was afraid, afraid I'd snap. I'd break down and do something I would come to regret. With a sigh, I stood up from the lumpy, uncomfortable bed, and walked to the window. I watched as the paramedics closed the doors on the vehicle, said a few words to the police before getting in the van and starting the engine, sure to take the corpse to the hospital.

I let my eyes slip shut for a moment, letting memories of Novak fill my mind before pushing them away and making my way towards the check out desk.

4:15am
Bam's apartment building parking lot

Bam looked up from his cigarette, he didn't usually smoke, but he felt it necessary after finding his best friend dead. Dunn was playing with his lighter, flicking the flame on and off. "I was thinking," Bam started making Dunn look up at him. "I was thinking, maybe you should run away."

Dunn looked shocked at his best friends words. "What'd you mean?"

Bam flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground and stomped it out before looked into his friends eyes. "This life, its not good for us, for you especially," he started pacing as he spoke. "Fuck, Ryan, you have Stacey and god knows she doesn't want a life like this. It's just...you deserve a better life, a life with kids and a family, a life where you don't have to worry about being killed or worse." He didn't have to clarify the worse part, they both knew what mobsters would do to their enemies loved ones.

"What about you?" Dunn asked once his friend had stopped talking and pacing, once he was right in front of him, eye to eye. "Do you expect me to leave you here? For you to deal with Pauly and Jimmy, for me to have to worry about if they'll send you to come kill me and Stacey. I won't do that Bam."

The blue eyed mobster knew his friend was right, Jimmy and Pauly would have him hunt Ryan down if he ever left. "I just..."

Ryan sighed before placing his hand on Bam's shoulder. "Listen, I'm going away for a while, maybe head down to see my parents for a bit, maybe head up to Canada for a bit," he shrugged as if it didn't matter. "I'll see you soon, kay?" When Bam didn't answer, just kept his head down, Dunn tapped his cheek in a fake slap. "Alright?" He asked again with a smile.

Bam nodded. "Yeah, alright. See ya."

Dunn nodded before getting into his car, he rolled down the window and smiled at his blue eyed friend. "Talk to you soon, keep your phone on, I'll be calling soon. Later." With that he started the ignition and took off down the street.
With a sigh, the brunette grabbed his keys from his pocket and walked to his car, he had to find and a pay phone and inform the police of a suicide.

I looked up through my window at the gates of the giant house. I had listened to Pauly's message he had left me. He needed to talk to me and/or Dunn. Since Dunn was unreachable for a while, I had to make my appearance. "Might as well get it over with," I told myself before pushing the buzzer and driving in as soon as the gates opened.

I knocked on the dreaded white door and waited. Jimmy's house was always the house we went to for business whenever we had house calls. I had only seen Pauly's a had full of times, and that hadn't been for at least five years. I forced a smile when the door opened revealing the same maid who'd worked there for as long as I could remember.
"Hello Clara," I smiled. She nodded and motioned for me to come in. I walked into the walk way and let her take my jacket.

"Mr. Lazzari has asked for you to wait in the sitting room," she spoke in a soft, polite voice.

I nodded, a bit in shock, she had never spoken to me or anyone I had ever worked with, ever. "Alright." I made my way towards the sitting room, knowing where it was from the many times visiting the house. Clara followed me and waited for me to take a seat before leaving. As soon as she was out of eye sight I leaned back and let my eyes close. A smile touched my lips as old memories filled my mind.

Bam smiled, he had turned sixteen a week prior and Jimmy had told him that he had a surprise for the youth. The blue eyed teen smiled when he saw Jimmy walking into the living room, two people with him, one he recognized as Brandon Novak, the other he had never seen before. But whoever she was, she was breath taking. She had long blonde hair that reached her thighs, light green eyes, plump lips and curvy hips, the flat chest could be over looked.

"Bammie," Jimmy smiled and pulled Bam into a hug. "Happy birthday, sorry I couldn't make it your party," he smiled sliding a hundred dollars into Bam's pocket.

"Thank you, Jimmy. It's fine that you couldn't come, I understand." Bam turned towards Novak and gave a nod, he did the same.

"Ah, Bammie," Jimmy spoke before releasing Bam and taking a step back, putting his arm over the blonde's shoulder. "I'd like you to meet my son, Blain."

Bam's smile faltered a bit at the word son, but he quickly caught himself. "Hey, I'm Bam." Bam told him, smiling when he shyly shook the blue eyed teens hand.

"Hi." Was the cute reply.

"You two will be working together from now on, Blain's eighteen, he's going to be your mentor in a way," Jimmy spoke with pride.

Bam nodded, it looked to be a start of a great relationship. Professional, and otherwise.

"Bammie," I looked up and smiled when I saw Jimmy walking up, his age was starting to show with the way he took each step.

"Jimmy," I greeted letting the other man hug me. "You needed to speak with me?"

"Yes," he started. "I found a new bodyguard for Ville."

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Thu, 04 Oct 2007 18:17:03 GMT

Title: Brandon Margera
POV: Bam
Author: Me
Rating: PG-13 to R
Summary: Bam loves what he does for a business, after all he’s been doing it since he was 13. But when a certain someone walks into his life, he rethinks his job and how dangerous being a mobster really is. (Crappy summary I know.)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone, don’t know anyone and this has never happened.
Dedication to bloodhill she's amazing.

chapter.10

Saturday night/Sunday morning, 2:30am,
The Parking Lot of Dunn's Apartments.

I looked up at Dunn as he pushed himself away from the car, the thoughts of the day before floating through my head, like a bad song you try to make go away, but no matter how much you try it won't leave your mind. That's how it was, that deep cold voice playing over and over again...

"Bammie," Pauly spoke in a smug tone, for once making the dark haired man hate his boss. "We have warned your friend time and time again, plus we've had you warn the man. Tell me, why is it that he still goes behind our back with his side jobs?"

Bam looked from Pauly to Jimmy, catching a glimpse of a nerved up Dunn to his right. "I...I'm not sure Pauly, I told him and tried to get him to stop. Let me talk to him again, I'm sure I can-."

"No," Pauly cut in. "I'm afraid we've let you talk to Novak more than enough times. Do you have any idea how Jimmy and I would look if word got out that we're letting our own men screw us over behind our back? We'd look like fools."

Jimmy shook his head sadly and set down a sheet of paper in the middle of the table the four were sitting at. "I'm sorry Bammie, but business is business."
Bam took one look at the paper before closing his eyes and letting the flood of painful memories take over; he had to kill a loved one once again.

"Do you think we could run away?"

"Huh?" I asked, Dunn knocking me back to the present.

"Run away," he repeated, looking at me from his spot next to me on the hood of the car. "You, me, Novak, and Stacey. You know just run away so we don't have to follow through."

"Oh," I whispered. The thought of being hunted down by Pauly or Jimmy wasn't what was holding me back. A tall, pale, green eyed Finn was. "I...I don't know..."

Dunn nodded and threw the rest of his burnt cigarette to the ground. "Of course we couldn't...I was just thinking out loud, well more like dreaming out loud, right?" He asked with a uneasy chuckle.

I looked down and nodded. "Yeah...come on," I spoke lowly and pulling on his shirt sleeve as I slid off the car. "Lets get ready."
He nodded and walked behind me towards his apartment, we had to get our things.

Same night, 3:15am,
Driving between Dunn's apartment and Novak's.

Dunn had decided to drive, he had said that I looked like shit and needed to clear my mind before getting there. I knew what he meant, driving calms him down, even though he drives like a fuckin' maniac, and I looked like I was about to have a nervous break down. I let my eyes slip shut and took deep breaths, it was like any other hit, no different than the rest.

Bam smiled and watched the blonde dance around while singing AFI's "Girl's not Grey". He could hear "I'll lay me down tonight, much further down, watch stars go out tonight, on sinking ground" sung over and over again, on account it was the only part of the song the blonde knew.
A small chuckle left his lips when Blain turned around with a embarrassed smile on his lips. "Hey," Bam chuckled and walked further into the room from the door way. "So this is what you do when I'm not around... Dance around in a pair of blue pajama bottoms with your hair clipped up, singing a short part of an old song."

Light green eyes glared at the other man as Bam sat on the edge of the bed. "Shut up," he chuckled before plopping down on the bed, stretching out so he could look down at Bam. "What're you doing here? I thought Pauly wanted you to go handle some things."

Bam nodded and climbed further up the bed, so he was eye level with the green eyed blonde. "Its handled." He kissed Blain's forehead before pulling him into his arms. They laid in silence for a while, until Bam broke the silence. "Hey...I was thinking maybe we could...run away."

Blain looked up with a small smile. "Yeah..I think I would like that. We could run to England, buy a little cottage in the country..." His smile brightened at the thought. "I would love that Bam."

Bam smiled back and kissed his lips. A cottage in England's country side it is...

"Bam."

Bam's eyes flickered open when he heard his name being whispered along with a couple shakes of the shoulder. "What?" He mumbled sleepily, not too happy with being awoken.

"We're here," Ryan told him before checking to make sure he had his gun on him then opening the car door and stepping out. "Lets get this over with," Dunn told him before silently closing the door.

Bam nodded, "Right." He did the same as Ryan, checked for his gun and silently exited the car. "Lets hurry and get the fuck out of here.

Ryan looked at Bam and saw the dead look in his eyes, no matter how many times he told himself or Bam told his self, it wasn't just like any other hit. "Yeah..."

3:30am,
Novak's apartment door.

"On the count of three," Dunn whispered, he was on the left side of the door and Bam on the right. Bam nodded, as Dunn started counting. "One...two...three." With a act so quick it was almost inhuman, Dunn and Bam turned and kicked open the door, it swinging open far too easily.
Bam was the firs to enter, going straight to the bedroom, Dunn close behind him. A gunshot was heard before a scream, finally followed by the sound of two guns dropping to a dirty, brown carpeted floor.

"Novak!" Dunn scream and ran across the room to window, where Novak hung lifelessly. A thick rope tied to the beam, keeping the roof from caving in. "God, Novak," Dunn kept whispering over and over to himself as he struggled to get the drug addict down. "Bam come fucking help me!" He shouted behind him.
Bam looked over at him, tear tracks visibly going down his face. He looked at Dunn, with his mouth agape and his eyes lifeless before turning back to the bed, the spot visible where he had shot it. "Bam?" Dunn quietly asked, taking a step towards his friend.

"I...I was going to kill him..." Bam whispered more to himself than anyone else.

Dunn stopped in moving and looked at the bed, a sigh leaving his lips. "So was I," Dunn whispered.

Dunn inhaled deeply from his cigarette before turning and looking at Bam. "This fucking sucks," he mumbled before flicking the ashes off to the side.

Bam nodded and looked over at his car. "Yeah it does."

Ryan studied Bam's face before taking on final hit from his cigarette and letting it fall to the ground. "Don't think about it Bam, just do it. Don't think about it being like Blain...just don't think."

Bam looked up and nodded. "I know."

"Good, I'll see you tonight." Ryan walked to his car and took off down the road.

Easier said than done.

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Sorry for the long wait, school is a bitch. That's why I skipped today. :)

Brandon Margera

Wed, 15 Aug 2007 19:26:49 GMT

Sun, 12 Aug 2007 21:07:50 GMT

High School AU
Title: Road Trip
Author: chrisy_valo aka 6kiss_of_death9
Rating: PG to R
Parings: vam, deron/chad, one sided jess/chad and others to come.
Summary: Bam and the CKY crew take a two month long road trip, Bam gets Ville to come along.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't know, nothing happened.

author note- This is a bit short, but its just the prologue. Brandon Margera will be updated soon, I have half of a chapter done.

Prologue

Valo house.
8:20am, Sunday morning.

"Hurry up, Ville!" Bam hurried his friend.

Ville sleepily hurried around the small room grabbing his hair supplies and shoving them into his bag. The reason for Ville's rushing? His best friend, Bam Margera was going on a road trip with his brother, his friends, and his brothers friends. When the blue eyed skater first asked the Finn to come, Ville had been more than excited to go. But his mother and father had forbid it, they didn't think it was safe and that he was too young, so sadly, Ville had turned down the offer.
That lead to their current state. Bam had come up with a "brilliant" plan, Ville's mom and dad always went to church Sunday mornings, and took his little brother Jesse with them. So Bam had planned it for them to all leave Sunday morning, Ville would come with them and leave a note for his parents, they would deal with Ville's parents when they got home, two months from then. Of course he didn't breathe a word of this to Ville until Sunday morning at 8:10am, when he jumped in through his friends window and pulled him out of bed and forced him to start packing. Brilliant, right?

"Alright, hurry," Bam pushed Ville through the door way, the half asleep Finn just looked around in a blur as Bam tried to keep the duffle bag from falling, slip a note onto the coffee table and put a shirt on the Finn all at once.

"We're we goin'?" Ville yawned as he was shoved into the large white van.

"California," Bam smiled.

"Mmm," Ville mumbled before closing his eyes, he didn't really care too much, all he wanted was to go back to sleep.

"How pissed do you think he's going to be when he wakes up?" Raab asked with a wide smile.

"A lot, I'm guessing," Jess commented from the drivers seat.

"Hey, at least I left a note! I could of just grabbed him and made him call his parents when were in Ohio or something."

"That would of been kidnapping, Bam," Ryan laughed. "Not that its much better than what you did."

Bam smiled and looked at his sleeping friend, Ville would be pissed at him when he woke up, there was no doubt about that.

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Mon, 06 Aug 2007 04:35:31 GMT

Title: Brandon Margera
POV: Bam
Author: Me
Rating: PG-13 to R (My other journal will get up to NC-17)
Summary: Bam loves what he does for a business, after all he’s been doing it since he was 13. But when a certain someone walks into his life, he rethinks his job and how dangerous being a mobster really is. (Crappy summary I know.)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone, don’t own anyone and this has never happened.
Dedication to bloodhill she's amazing. ;)

Chapter.1

Bam smiled at his friend and business partner. “Ready?” He asked. Ryan smirked and gave a short nod of his head. With that the brunette and blonde jumped into the cargo truck and took off down the road. Nights were always the best time to do business.

“Bammie,” a big man with a thin smile on his face greeted the mobster.

“Pauly,” the twenty-one year old greeted. “I just got the shipment, its waiting in the usual spot with the usual guys. All you have to do is send your guys down and you’ll be set.”

Pauly’s smile widened and he clapped Bam on the back. “You’re still a good kid; I’ll make sure Benny brings you your cut.”

Bam nodded. “I already have Ryan waiting for your men, he’ll collect the payment from Benny while he’s there.”

The older man nodded. “Alright, I’ll see you at the club Friday, right?”

“Of course.” With that the older man turned and walked from the table.

Bam sighed and took a seat at a small table. After waving over a waitress and placing his order, he was joined by one of his oldest and most trusted friends. “Pauly just left?” The man asked even though Bam was sure he knew the answer to the question.

“Yeah.”

The dark haired man fidgeted in his seat and played his shirt. “Bam…” he started but decided against speaking, choosing the once again play with the sleeve of shirt.

“What do you want?” Bam finally asked after two minutes of watching his friend fidget around. “Actually better yet, what are you doing here? You hate leaving your apartment.”

DiCo gave a small nervous smile and waved off a waitress when she asked for his order while she gave Bam his. “I have a favor to ask you.” Bam cocked an eyebrow, waiting for his friend to go on. The game junky hardly ever asked for favors and when he did they were usually pretty big ones. “You see…I met this girl at a computer store when I was taking back my…” he stopped talking and gave another nervous smile. “What I was doing doesn’t really matter, like I was saying. I met this girl and we started talking, and exchanged phone numbers.”

“So? How does a favor from me come into this interesting story of yours?”

DiCo smiled and looked down. “We decided to go out together, but her friend needs a date. So I was wondering if you could come with us.”

Bam sighed and downed the rest of his drink. “No.”

“B-but…you have to!”

Bam looked at his friend with a bored expression. “Why do I have to?”

“Because I make sure your “jobs” are planned out smoothly along with the fact that we’ve known each other forever and I never ask for much,” DiCo argued.

Bam sighed and put his empty glass on the table. “Fine,” he mumbled. “But I have plans on Friday so we have to make it for Saturday.”

DiCo smiled and stood up. “Saturday it is.”

“Where’re you going?” Bam asked as he waved for another drink.

DiCo looked down at his friend and motioned to the door. “I’m leaving, this place is too full.” Bam nodded already expecting an answer like that. “See you Saturday.”

“Yeah,” Bam answered.

“This place is nice,” a smiling red head commented.

DiCo smiled and held out his chair for his date. “I know, Bam’s friend is one of the chefs here, right Bam?”

Bam looked up from his menu and nodded. “Yeah, great friends,” he mumbled. Bam was already bored and the night was just starting. The girl DiCo had set him up with was blonde and had beautiful features, but was dumber than a door knob.

“Is that how you got us such nice seats?” The blonde asked trying her hardest to make some sort of conversation.

“Sure,” Bam answered. “Hey miss,” the blue eyed man called to a waitress a few feet from him.

He heard a sigh come from said waitress before she turned around with a smile. “Can I help you sir?” She asked with a voice far too deep for a female.

Bam’s eyes practically came out of his head when he realized the miss was a mister, but he recovered from the shock very quickly. “Um, yeah, I’ll have a Jack and Coke. DiCo what’ll you and your date be having?”

DiCo looked up and shrugged before turning back and asking his date. The blonde who was getting annoyed looked up from her menu with a false smile plastered to her glossed lips. “I’ll have a Philomel Cocktail.” The waiter nodded and wrote down her order.

“And you sir?” He asked DiCo.

“I’ll have a Jack and Coke, my lovely date here,” he said receiving a giggle from the red head. “-will be having a Deep Blue Sea Cocktail.”

The waiter nodded and wrote down the orders. “I’ll be back with it soon.”

Bam watched him leave before returning to his menu.

The night was pure torture for Bam; he had nothing in common with the girl and couldn’t find a topic that didn’t some way offend the blonde. When dessert was ordered Bam excused himself for the bathroom.

He sighed as the fresh air hit his heated skin. He had to get out of the crowded restaurant, usually he loved attention and talking with people, but he couldn’t stand being bored and he was definitely bored. The blue eyed man took out a cigarette and lit it quickly, knowing he would have to get back to his date soon.

His hand automatically reached for his waist where his small hand gun was held when he saw movement from the corner of his eye. But just as fast, he shoved his hand in his pocket when he realized it was just the waiter from the restaurant. The waiter he had never met, which was very unusual since he knew every, everywhere.

“Um…your date had me come look for you, she said she needed to talk to you,” the green eyed man nervously spoke. Bam looked out of the corner of his eye at the tall dark haired man. He’s definitely pretty, Bam thought. No wonder I mistook him for a girl, he could be one if he wanted to. Bam chuckled and tossed his cigarette on the ground.

“Tell ‘er I got violently ill and had to rush home. I’m more than sure she’ll believe it.” Bam said a cold voice.
The waiter sighed and shook his head. “Fine,” he said in a some what disgusted tone, a tone that pissed Bam off.

Before the man could walk away, Bam grabbed hold of his arm, keeping him from leaving. “Do you have a problem with me or something?” Bam hissed feeling the other mans body tense up a bit.

“No,” he whispered.

Bam smirked. He must know who I am. “What’s your name?”

“Ville,” he whispered in a deep voice.

Bam turned the man around and brushed off the invisible dirt on the waiter’s shirt. “Well Ville, I’ll be sure to tell Mark that he hired a fine waiter.” With that Bam slipped a hundred dollar bill in the his front pocket and turned around to make his way to his car. “See you around Ville,” Bam called waving his hand slightly.

Ville looked down at his pocket when the man was out of seeing range. He pulled out the money and sighed, he knew there was a reason he should of stayed in Finland, and it seemed he had just found it.

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Chapter.2

Bam groaned and glared at the phone by his bed, the thing wouldn't stop ringing. He sighed and reached over to answer and chew out who ever was dumb enough to call him at 5:30 am, a half an hour after he went to bed.

"Who the hell-"

"Bammie," a deep familiar voice spoke.

Bam sat up fully in bed and looked around; no matter how long he'd been in the mob business he still got chills when one of them called him with out a known reason. "Benny, what's up?" He asked as he pulled on some sweat pants.

Bam heard and sigh and shuffling, his nerves not easing in the slightest at that. "It seems a friend of yours is abusing our power."

Bam sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Who?"

"Novak, he was caught smuggling in coke. You know how Jimmy feels about that."

Bam groaned and ran his hand down his face. "I'll take care of it; just…don't do anything until I've tried to straighten everything out."

"I suggest you go straighten things out now." With that Benny hung up.

Bam sat on his bed listening to the dial tone for a good five minutes before he sighed and put the phone back on its hook. "Couldn't call Bran, no had to wake me up at five fuckin' thirty…" Bam mumbled as he got up and dressed in his "work clothes".

"Open the fuck up!" Bam yelled as he pounded on Novak's door. It was 5:53 and he planed on being home by 6:30.

A groggy Novak slowly opened his door and peeked out. "Bam? What the fuck are you doing here?" He asked before shutting the door and unlocking the chain for the mobster to be let in.

As soon as the door opened again, Bam pushed it making Novak fall back a bit. "I'm here because I got a call this morning. Do you want to know who from?" Bam asked in a far too calm voice.

Novak shrugged and walked to his kitchen. "Coffee?" He asked before starting some.

Bam glared at his friend and tried his best to not just deck the man. "No I don't want fucking coffee! I want to know why you're still fucking around with Jimmy!"

Novak looked up from his task and gave a sleepy smile. "Calm down sweetheart, I'm not fucking Jimmy-"

"I swear to god Novak…" Bam warned.

Novak sighed and waved his friends words off. "I'm not fucking around with the man; I'm just making money of my own."

Bam stormed up to him and raised his fist, making Novak cower back in fear. Bam swung and slammed his fist into the cabinet. "You're an idiot!" Novak looked from the slightly broken cabinet to his friends red face, he decided to keep his mouth shut and let Bam talk. "You can't, I mean can't do things behind Jimmy's back around here! This is not West Chester! You have to show respect to Jimmy or you'll be whacked, don't you get that?!"

Novak looked and down and slightly nodded his head. "Yeah…I get it…"

Bam took a deep breath and nodded his head. "Alright, I have to go home and sleep. I have to meet up with Jimmy and his guys later. I better not hear anything more about this cocaine thing." Novak nodded and watched Bam walk out his door.

Bam smiled at the top dog of Philadelphia. "Jimmy," Bam greeted kissing the man on both cheeks. Since it was a 'casual meeting' Bam was dressed in loose blue jeans and a red button up short sleeved shirt.

"Bam, sit, sit, we'll order soon." Jimmy was sitting in front of him with Benny to his right; Bam took the seat next to Jimmy's son Frankie.

After ordering their drinks Jimmy looked Bam straight in the eye. "Bam I have proposal for you." Bam nodded knowing it meant, a job he had to do along with what he usually did.
"Alright, what is it?"

Jimmy smiled at the blonde waitress saying a short thanks before she walked away. "As you know, Frankie isn't exactly the…violent type." Bam gave a short nod, knowing Frankie was the biggest coward he knew. If it wasn't for the fact that he was Jimmy's son he would have been whacked long ago. The thing about the coward was he had a habit of running his mouth off.

"I don't see where you're going with this," Bam said before taking a drink of his beer.

"Well as you also know Frankie is going through a phase in his life-"

"It's not a phase!" Frankie cut him off. "You just need to realize who I am!"

Jimmy nodded and motioned for the man to calm down. "I know, I know. Anyway Bam, Frankie's…boyfriend," Jimmy's eye twitched a bit at the words. "Is here from Europe, and as you also know most gangs don't take kindly to queers," Jimmy held his hand up to his son who was about to complain at his fathers choice of words. "Anyway, they don't especially ones who are dating my son. So I need you to protect the guy. It's not hard and I'll pay you nicely."

Bam smiled and nodded. "Of course I will, it's no problem at all." I really have no choice.

"Good, you'll meet him tonight. He works at this restaurant not far from here, a waiter I think."

Frankie shook his head. "Yeah, I told him I would buy him what ever he needs, but he insists on earning his own spending money."

Bam nodded his head and placed his order when the blonde came back to their table.

"What's his name?" Bam asked.

"Ville," Frankie answered.

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Chapter.3

I smiled at Frankie's boyfriend as the tall lanky man walked out of his apartment building, he didn't seem too happy to see me. Then again not many people are when I'm doing my job. "Mr. Valo," I politely spoke while opening the door and motioning for him to get into the vehicle.

Ville scowled and pulled out a cigarette before getting in. "I don't need protecting, this is ridiculous."

I shrugged and shut the door before walking around the back to slide in beside him. "Then think of it as a guy letting you use his driver for free," I said causing him great annoyance - I'm sure. "Gabe, take us to DryNight." Gabe was a blonde 5'8 muscular man who worked as a hit man for Jimmy, but that day he was playing taxi driver for me. He didn't talk much and rarely looked a man in the eye. Most people found this off putting, but I found it as a relief. Cause if a hit man looks you in the eye, chances are your life is in danger of ending and soon.

"Hn," was the blondes reply as he put the vehicle into drive and sped down the road.

"So Ville," I started trying to fill the silence. "What made you decide to pack up and move here?" I asked with a fake smile.

He glared out the window and let smoke leave his puffy pink lips. "I thought you knew, I'm here because I'm dating Frankie."

"Well, yeah, I knew that, but I mean if it was me I wouldn't just get up and leave my home for a boyfriend who lives across a damn ocean."

For the first time that day, Ville turned and looked at me. I mean really looked at me, not just a half ass look that's meant for politeness instead of for acknowledgement, acknowledging my question, that's what he was doing. "That's where you and I differ, from the short time I've known you I've come to a conclusion."

"Oh?" I asked slightly annoyed, I absolutely hate it when people judge me before they know me. "And what's this conclusion you've come to?"

He smirked and took a drag from his cigarette. "You're a person who hates commitment, well more like fears it."

I gritted my teeth and kept my fists at my sides. If I hit the bastard Jimmy would have my neck, so glaring at him in hopes of a hole appearing was the next best thing. "I see, well that's a…nice assumption."

Ville turned back and smiled. "It's an accurate one. After all you left a girl who looked like she was trying to win you over all by herself the other night."

All I could do was glare harder and try not to hit him, but damn it was hard. I was used to kicking a guys ass if they so much as spat my way, and here this guy was insulting me left and right, and all I could do was grin and bare it. "Whatever," I finally mumbled before turning away from him to look out the tinted window; ignoring his deep chuckle.

"Bammie!" A group of men shouted as Ville and I walked into the disserted bar. I smiled and waved at the old men who were in a middle of looked like a card game. DryNight was known for the old and young mobsters and family of mobsters to come and drink, and play cards. It was usually dead in the day, but at night the place was packed.

"This way," I mumbled to Ville leading the taller man to the back where Jimmy told me him and Frankie would be waiting. They wanted to share a few drinks with the Finn and then most likely Jimmy would send me to watch from the shadows as Frankie and the bastard went on a date or some bullshit like that.

I smiled at Jimmy when I walked into the back room. "Jimmy," I greeted and sent a nod towards Frankie and the rest of the usual boys who always gathered around Jimmy.

"Bammie, you're finally here. Did you have any trouble?" Jimmy asked with his usual smile. Trouble? Other than a pompous ass who kept insulting me over and over, nah, no trouble.

"No Jimmy, of course not," I replied knowing he meant trouble as in someone trying to whack the too skinny of a man now standing next to Frankie. Frankie was shorter than Ville maybe by a half an inch or so, not much. He had short strait dirty blonde hair that he kept greased back, and always wore the most expensive suits money could buy.

I on the other hand hate suits they're just uncomfortable and plain black slacks and a dark colored button down shirt looks much better than any of those suits Frankie's always wearing.

"I'm glad to hear that, Bammie. Come on lets get some drinks and then we can talk business," he said before wrapping his arm around my shoulder and leading me out of the small room into the public area. Jimmy was aging and rumor had it he had no intention of passing down the runs of the city over to his son. So business talk was never around Frankie and really I don't think the guy ever minded, he seemed to want the money, but never dirty his hands in getting it.

That's where I and Frankie differ. I grew up a little ways away from Philly, but my dad was friends with Jimmy so I knew them all my life. Frankie never wanted to earn money, just have it handed to him. I on the other hand had no problem playing errand boy for Jimmy and the rest of them to make a little money on the side. Plus I ended up getting a very high paying job for my actions as a teenager. All in all, I like how my life turned out, well I did until I visit my folks. They didn't like how my life turned out and always had slight frowns on their faces when I pull up in my sparkling purple Lambo with a slutty looking girl on my side, it was always a different girl too. I didn't want to chance my mom getting her hopes up with me bringing the same girl home twice. That's not saying I don't love my mother, its just I don't want her to get her hopes up just to have me dump the girl, thus taking away her chances of getting a grandchild from me.

"Alright, Bam, here's what's happening," Jimmy started I turned my full attention to him and listened to what it was I had to do.

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Chapter.4

"So...tell me about yourself," I said in my politest voice. We were sitting in a car waiting for Gabe to come out of the corner store.

Ville sighed and turned towards me, I don't think he liked small talk too much, or maybe it was just me he didn't like. Either way I never really liked silence, silence was the sound of death. And if Ville hung around Frankie much more, soon he too would hate silence.

"I'm 23, I moved from Finland to here because Frankie asked me too, I'm working at a restaurant to pay rent -even though I know Frankie is making it so I make more than I should- and I plan on starting a band with my friends," he finished and took a breath.

"Alright," I nodded letting it all soak in. "Well I'm 21, I've been working for Jimmy since I was 13. I really started working for him when I was 17, I never sleep with the same girl twice, and I think you're fool of shit," I ended with a smile.

He looked at me taken aback before turning to face the window. Oh yeah, he was so fool of it.

Gabe came up and handed us our drinks before he got in and we took off.

"Why do you think I'm fool of it?" Ville finally spoke.

I turned to him and shrugged; he was still looking out the window, but could see my movement through the glass. "I just think you're smart -in a way- and would never do something so stupid as to get up and move across an ocean for a boyfriend."

"I told you before-"

"Yeah, yeah," I cut him off. "You and your whole speech about how I'm afraid of commitment, again that’s bull, I think either you have plans from the move, or Frankie made you move." The rest of the ride was in silence.

We came to a stop at a small dinner, it was one I recognized as a place my dad always took Jess and I after seeing Jimmy. It was on the way home. "Here's your stop," I smiled at Ville. Frankie and some guys were already waiting outside for him.

He nodded and stepped out side of the vehicle. "Thanks," he mumbled.

I looked up at him in shock before nodding. "Sure…call Gabe when you're done and he'll come pick you up." He nodded before shutting the door and walking over to his boyfriend.

I sighed and shook my head, babysitting was too stressful. "Take me to Jimmy's club." Gabe nodded and took off down the street.

I walked into Jimmy's club and sighed, I had to whack a guy. I never liked doing that, but it was either him or me, and I chose him.

"Bammie," Pauly called I turned to him and smiled.

"Hey Pauly," I greeted him. Pauly was Jimmy's second hand man, they did all their business together.

Jimmy was sitting on the right of Pauly and Pauly's son Danny was next to him. The man I had to kill was on the other side of Jimmy, David. He did small time business with Jimmy and Pauly, but Pauly never did like him. When Pauly didn't like you all you had to do was look at him funny and your life was written up for a hit. I sat down next to the poor soul and greeted them.

"What're you drinkin' t'night, Bam Bam? It's on me," Danny smiled. He was like me, he liked to earn his money, but his reason was about pride. Pauly taught him that a real man earns his money, not just have it handed to you.

"Jack and Coke," I smiled and nodded at Dunn when he came over and took a seat. Dunn was in a way my right hand man; he was my partner in crime. We always did business together.

"Alright, Ryan you want a drink?" Danny asked he had respect for the blonde because much like him, he spent money faster than he could make it.

Dunn shook his head and held up his full glass. "So Bam how's babysitting coming along?"

Everyone let out a little chuckle, even Jimmy let a small smile grace his lips.

I smiled at them. "It's fine."

Dunn snorted and nodded his head; the rest of the night was spent drinking.

After everyone made their way outside, Dunn and I silently followed David out. He was so drunk I thought he was going to pass out in the parking lot. I nodded my head towards Dunn and walked up behind David. After getting the unsuspecting drunk in a choke hold Dunn came up and stabbed him in the ribs, I had to hold him down for a bit, but soon his struggling stopped along with his body.

We stood there for a minute and looked down at the dead body; the man had dark brown straight hair that reached his shoulders, and brown eyes.

Dunn lit a cigarette and motioned for me to help him with the body. I slid on my latex gloves as Dunn did his. "Let's just get it over with," he mumbled.

I nodded and helped get the body into a black plastic bag, burying the body was always as hard as killing the man. The best thing to do was to just think about something else. Nothing you liked, or anyone you loved. Mixing the two would ruin your love for the object or make you sick when ever you looked or spoke to the person. I always thought about this chick I knew a while back, she was a horrible stuck up bitch. But thoughts of her always took up time.

Dunn, well he told me he thought of his apartment; at first I didn't believe him. I mean that was just stupid, it would make you not want to be their. He said it was a habit the first time he had to bury a body he was constantly thinking about going home and going to bed, and it just stuck. I could relate, my first time I thought about skateboarding. I thought about how I would rather be out skating instead of digging an unmarked grave.

The next day I got up and went to the skate park, but as soon as I went down a pipe the man I had killed popped into my head. It wasn't something I could handle easily so I never picked up a board again.

"We're here," Dunn's voice brought me out of my thoughts. "Come on," he said in an unemotional tone. I nodded and got out of the car. It was looking to be a long night.

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Chapter.5

Sunday Night, 3am

"Where're you staying tonight?" Bam asked and watched his friend blow the smoke out of his mouth.

Dunn looked up at the night sky and shrugged. "Johnny's maybe…I can't stay at Stacy's, that's just stupid."

Bam nodded and looked over at his car, they had finished they're job and went back to the parking lot to get their cars. They always took a no name car when they went to burry a body.
"So I'll see you in a couple days?" Bam asked as he pushed himself away from Ryan's dark blue car.

Dunn nodded before dropping his cigarette and putting it out with the heel of his shoe. "Yeah, I'm going to DryNight on Wednesday night."

Bam pulled his keys from his pocket. "Alright, I'll come by around eight." Dunn nodded and said his goodbye before hopping in his car and taking off out of the parking lot. Bam got in his car after Dunn's had disappeared in the distance; he sat at the wheel and closed his eyes. Going home wasn't something he wanted to do, he felt too dirty to, but at the same time he was just so tired he wanted to go home and sleep for days. After thinking it over he started up his car and made the short trip to Dico's house.

Bam sighed and groggily sat up when he woke to the sound of pans hitting counter top. "What time is it?" He mumbled, Dico turned and looked at Bam who was sitting on his couch.

Dico walked to the divider of his kitchen and sitting room, and looked at his barely awake friend. "When'd you get here? I went to bed around 2, so you must if been out pretty late."

Bam nodded and pushed the small blanket off his lap. "I had business for Pauly last night; me and Dunn were out late. Time?"

Dico looked at the clock on his wall. "Ten," he said before walking back to making his breakfast. "You want coffee?" He called over his shoulder.

Bam shook his head. "Nah, I have to go. Stop by DryNight on Wednesday, Dunn and I are meeting up there." Dico stated his agreement before Bam walked out of the apartment.

Bam walked out into the morning air and closed his eyes as the brightness tried to blind him. He felt his phone vibrate against his leg. "Yeah?" He answered.

"Where are you at?? This driver's been out here just looking at me for ten minutes! He said we can't go anywhere until you show up," came the voice of a pissed Finnish man.

A smirk came to Bam's face, for some unknown reason Ville's pissed off voice has put him in a better mood. "Sorry princess, I'll be there in a minute. I had a late night."

Ville groaned in distaste. "I don't want to hear about your…nights."

Bam laughed as he made his way to his car. "Wrong kind of night, I'll be there soon." With that he hung up, a smile on his lips.

"Sorry," Bam mumbled as he walked up to face a very pissed Ville and a very bored Gabe.

Ville huffed and got in the car, Gabe turned and smiled at Bam. "He may look like a girl, but he sure don't act like one. He sat here the entire time planning your death."

Bam chuckled and walked fully up to the hit man. "Apparently you don't hang around girls much," Bam said making both him and Gabe laugh.

Bam opened the door and got in the vehicle a small chuckle still coming from his throat. "What's so funny?" Ville asked suspiciously.

Bam turned to him and shrugged. "Gabe told me a killer knock-knock joke."

Ville glared at him in disbelief, but let it slide. "That's funny, he doesn't seem like the type who would even know what a joke is, much less be able to tell one."

Bam smiled at him and shrugged. "It was mob humor; you would have probably hated it." Ville sighed and stayed quiet the rest of the ride to Frankie's.

Wednesday Morning, 9am

"Honey, I'm home!" Bam called.

Ville stuck his head in the living room and glared at the grinning blue eyed man. "Shut up and sit down," he hissed. His hair was wet and the only thing covering his pale body was a small white towel around his waist. "Don't break anything!" He called on his way back into the bathroom.

"Don't break anything," Bam mocked as he sat on the blue loveseat. "I only broke something once, and it wasn't my fault!" Bam called, hearing a muffled 'uh-huh' as a reply.
Bam looked around and sighed, he had started coming to the apartment the day before and broke a lamp when the silver thing decided to get in his way. Ville's apartment wasn't big but was far from small. He had a small t.v. that looked rarely used by the wall that led to the back rooms. He had a blue loveseat and a blue chair, a book case and a few paintings. The kitchen was simple, a white fridge in the corner, a microwave oven, a stove, and a sink. The walls and counters were a tan color. That's all Bam was able to see, since Ville never let him past the living room area.

"I'm ready," Ville said as he walked out in a pair of tight blue jeans and a black long sleeved shirt. Bam nodded and stood up from his seat.

"Let's hurry; I have to see someone after I drop you off."

Ville nodded and locked his door. "Are you picking me up after wards?"

Bam shrugged and walked alongside Ville as they went down the hallway. "I could, unless you want to stay with Frankie all day."

Ville shook his head. "No…I love staying with Frankie and all, but it gets tiresome being with him 24/7."

Bam looked over at the Finn and cocked an eyebrow. "No would have been fine," he said a little coldly.

Ville looked at him for a second before letting his eyes go to the floor; he nodded his head and looked a little like a kicked puppy.

Bam sighed and opened the door that led outside for the man. "I didn't mean to sound so…bitter, but you telling me that makes it hard on me, you know? Like now I know that you think Frankie's a drag."

Ville lit up his cigarette and stepped into the car. "Yeah, I understand."

Bam looked down at him before shaking his head and getting in the vehicle. "Forget it, I don't really care, and I already knew Frankie was worse company than a log. I'll pick you up around noon, we'll get lunch."

Ville smiled at Bam and nodded. "Alright."

Bam sighed and put his arm on the door. "Don't smile; it ruins your 'Finnish Bastard' act."

Ville smirked and flicked Bam on the nose. "Most people tell me to smile more because I have a nice smile, and you tell me not too??" Ville pouted.

Bam smiled and nodded. "I'm not most people." Ville looked away and mumbled something Bam didn't catch. "Are you making fun of me?" Bam asked.

Ville turned back. "Maybe," he teased. Bam shook his head and turned back to the window.

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Chapter.6

Wednesday Night, 8:15
DryNight

I sighed when I saw Frankie and Ville walking towards mine and Dunn's table. We were waiting for Dico to show up so we could order and begin our night out. It was rare to actually get together with them alone, and it looked like that rarity was going to be put on hold.

"Ryan, Bam, I didn't know you were going to be here," Frankie smiled.

"Frankie," Dunn coolly greeted. Dunn hated Frankie with a passion, I don't know why, but he did. "Your dad's in the back playing cards."

Frankie gave the blonde a forced smile and nodded. "Actually I'm meeting Danny and Johnny here; we're going to meet up with Novak."

Dunn's back stiffened, he hated that Novak was choosing to hang around Frankie instead of us these days. I didn't like it either, but what could I do? Novak was a grown man, all I could do is ask him to behave himself and stay out of trouble, if he listened to me or not was his choice. "What're you doin' with Nudie?" Ryan asked in his "tough voice". Basically bad English.

Frankie smiled and shrugged. "Nothin' much, just goin' out places," he smirked making sure to sound just as "tuff" as Ryan.

I noticed Ville looked very uncomfortable, and despite the fact that I didn't really care for the guy; I really didn't want him going out with the boys. I knew they were up to no good and Ville looked like he knew it too. "Valo," I called making him turn his attention to me.

"Yeah?"

I smiled and pushed back the chair next to me. "Join me and Random for a couple of drinks; you look like you're in need of one. That alright with you Frankie?" I ended looking from Ville to his boyfriend.

Frankie shrugged his shoulders and loosened his grip on the skinny Finn. "If you want, you can stay with 'em," Frankie told Ville.

Ville nodded and took the seat I offered him. "Yeah, I just want to get drunk and go home," he mumbled to no one in particular.

"Alright, I'll se you guys later," he said and walked away from our table. I watched his every movement until he was out the club door.

"Thanks, Bam," I heard Ville mumble.

I turned and gave him a small smile. "No problem, I'm not stupid I know Frankie and the boys are going out to make trouble, why he would bring you along is beyond me."

Ville shrugged and glanced over at Ryan who looked deep in thought then the Finn turned his eyes to the pretty waitress who was bringing over his drink. Ville must have ordered while I was watching Frankie. "Thanks," he mumbled to the waitress when she handed him his alcohol. "I told Frankie not to go, but he doesn't listen to anyone," Ville whispered before he took a drink of his beverage.

I studied the brunette's features carefully; the green eyed man seemed very different than usual. Usually he'd be smirking and telling stupid jokes that make me think twice before I got them, and saying how I need to loosen up a bit, but that night…that night he was different. He seemed like a different Ville or maybe he was acting like the regular Ville and the one I was used to seeing was a fake Ville, a Ville in a clever mask.

"Yeah," I finally agreed, downing the rest of my Heineken. "Frankie's-"

"An asshole," Ryan grumbled before turning to me. "What do you think he's doing with Novak? They're not real friends, do you think Frankie's going behind his dads back?"

I set my empty mug down and shrugged. "No…I've known Frankie a long time, and he's never had the balls to do anything behind his dads back."

"I think he's using Novak."

All three of us at the table looked up and saw Brandon standing there, a frown on his face.

"Why do you think that?" Ryan asked as he pulled out a chair for our friend.

Dico sat down and called over a waitress, after ordering his beer he turned back to us. He glanced at Ville for a second, but didn't saw anything about the silent Finn. "Just…Novak and Frankie never got along very well. They fought a lot, more than you and him, Ry, plus if Novak's with him and he gets caught he can blame it all on Novak. Jimmy will like to believe it was all Nudie's fault, so if Frankie says so, he'll believe it."

I looked down at my fists and felt like slugging someone, I felt like slugging Frankie.

"Fuck!" Ryan yelled and slammed his fist down on the table. "I'm going to get that fuckin' heroine addict and drag his sorry ass back to my place if he likes it or not." With that he stood up and stormed towards the door.

I sighed and looked over at Dico. "I'm going with him, stay here and drink with Ville, take him home when you're done." I put my burgundy blazer on and turned towards the Finn who was looking down at his drink. "Sorry to invite you for a night out and then leave, Bran will keep you company though." Ville nodded his head, again sending unwanted worry to jolt through my body. He was acting like robot, just sitting back and taking orders, something I had never seen him do before. "Bye, Bran." With that I hurried out of the club.

"Ry!" I yelled as I caught up to him. He stopped and turned to face me. "Let's…let's take my car, it's faster."

He smiled and nodded. "Alright."

Novak's too much of a nuisance sometimes, if I didn't love him like a brother, I would never put up with his sorry ass.

"I understand Frankie being so cold hearted, but I never thought Danny could place Novak's life on the line like this," I commented as we drove down the small road. We didn't really know where we were going; we were just checking every place we could think of. Any place a drug dealer would pick up bog loads of cocaine.

Ryan chuckled and blew the smoke out of his mouth. "That's why everyone loves you Bam, you're naïve." I frowned at his words, but didn't reply.

Thursday Morning, 2:45 am
Sunnyside Motel

I knew all of Novak's fake names; he always rotated in using them. The rotation was stupid, but seemed to work. I guess it was sort of like the whole 'hide in plain sight' sort of thing. So obvious you over look it, but I fortunately –or unfortunately depending on how you look at it- knew my friends inside and out. There's nothing they could hide from me, now that's not saying I don't ignore some things, 'cause I do. I ignored the fact that Novak was dealing with cocaine for a long time, until I was forced to deal with it.

"Room 35," Ryan mumbled and put out another cigarette.

"Yep, let's go in grab him and run out. Nice and simple."

Ryan smirked and nodded. "Naïve little Bammie," he chuckled I just glared and walked towards the scummy door.

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Chapter.7

I looked up at the door number then to Dunn. "Knock," Dunn slightly commanded. I nodded and did just that, one slightly loud knock. Moving was heard from the other side of the door. "How many people do you think are in there?" Dunn whispered. I gave a shrug just as the door opened.

A man with red hair and brown eyes loomed over us, I recognized him as Derek Smith one of Frankie's lapdogs. He looked us up and down before turning slightly to look back in the room. "Margera and Dunn are here."

"Oh?" Frankie's voice was heard; he pulled the door open some and peered out. "What brings you two here?"

Dunn slammed his fist against the door, a slight crack was heard as the door flew back and hit Frankie's chest. "We're gettin' Novak and leavin' and you're not stopping us." Dunn was one scary bastard when needed to be one.

Frankie looked a cross between pissed and amused. "Novak," he called towards the room.

"I was busy, can't you-" Novak's words stopped in mid-sentence when he saw Dun and me standing there. More like he saw Dunn's pissed off face and his tight fists. "Bam, Dunn, what're you doing here?"

"We came to get you, so let's go." Ryan was definitely not in the mood for talking.

"I don't think so," Novak –to my surprise- spoke towards the fuming blonde. Novak hardly ever talked back to Dunn, to me yeah, hell to almost everyone, but never Ryan. It's just how things are; Random just wasn't the type of guy you messed around with.

Ryan glared daggers at the drug addict. "You don't think so? This isn't a request Novak, get in the damn car!"

I could practically hear the sirens, if Ryan didn't calm down the hotel guy would call the police. The police would show up and everyone would be busted, Frankie would tell Jimmy it was Nudies fault, Nudie wouldn't make it to his court date. I could see it all happen. "Ryan," I hissed when he made a swing towards a smirking Frankie. I didn't know what the prick said due to the fact I was worrying about our friend and not paying attention, but I did know it was most likely a smart ass comment.
"Dunn!" I shouted when he reached towards his pocket, he kept his switchblade there, I really didn't like the way things were going. "Let's go," I said a little calmer after I grabbed hold of his arm so he couldn't do anything stupid.

"But," he started looking from me to a slightly frightened Novak. He sighed and looked down. "Fine," he whispered and pulled his arm away. He looked back up at Novak and glared a little, not a true glare out of anger, but a sad glare out of hurt. "Don't fuckin' show your face around the shop Novak. You're not welcome anymore." With that he turned and walked away.

I looked at Novak's face for a minute, looking for any sign of hurt, anger, anything, just a sign that Ryan's words were heard by him. But from the looks of it, he didn't give a fuck. "See ya," I whispered to both him and Frankie before following Dunn. I would have to do some serious sucking up the next morning. Dunn threatened Frankie's son, his only son, that wasn't a good thing.

Monday morning, 5:23 am
DryNight's parking lot.

"I can't believe it," Dunn grumbled. He was sitting on the hood of his car smoking his twentieth cigarette since we arrived at the dead club. I was leaning against the passenger door listening to him sigh and grumble about how life sucks. It was an average thing for us; he would bitch and moan, and I would silently listen.
"Don't you hate it, Bam?"

I looked towards him and shrugged. "Its easy money, I mean sure if I could make this kind of money doing something else, I would."

Ryan flicked his cigarette and nodded. "Yeah…I guess, I thought you were going to make it big with the skateboarding thing."

I stiffened slightly at those words, I hated thinking about skateboarding. It brought unwanted thoughts to my mind, thoughts that I didn't need to remember. "Y-yeah," I stuttered. "I got tired of it," I managed to get out.

He glanced at me before nodding and hopping down. "We better go; you have to baby-sit his highnesses bitch soon."

I chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, I'm just going to get something to eat then head to Ville's place."

"Alright, man, I would offer to join you, but I need some sleep before I meet up with Cody. He's not nearly as good as you at "gathering supply's" but he hasn't completely fucked up yet."

"Don't worry, this is only temporary, Jimmy and Pauly said that they're looking for a guy to take over my baby-sitting gig then I'll be helping you again."

Dunn nodded before getting in his car. "I'll see you tonight, Stacey and me are going to a restaurant called 'Mists Mystery'. It's some crappy new place that sells bad food for outrages prices, so of course Stacey has to go. I have a reservation for four so pick up a chick and join us, meet us there at 8:30 pm."

I smiled and nodded. "I'll get someone, bye." I waved as he pulled out of the parking lot. I always liked Stacey; she was a Pauly's cousins step daughter. She had blonde curly hair that reached her butt and dark green eyes, her voice wasn't too high pitched and her laugh didn't make me gag. If Dunn hadn't grabbed her up, I would of.
Actually I had my chance with her, right before Dunn asked her out she had asked me. But I told her I was in a relationship, it was a lie. I just couldn't stand looking at her too long, she had perfect curvy body and a perfectly proportioned face, so Dico told me I was crazy when I turned her down. But I couldn't because she reminded me so much of someone I knew.

His name was Blain, and I thought he was the best thing in the world…

"Bam!" Bam turned and smiled as a young man with blonde hair that reached his lower back walked up to him.

"Blain, what's up?" Deep blue eyes looked into light green.

"Pauly sent me to give you this; it's your money for the past week."

Bam reached for the envelope and almost fell as it was held above his head. "Give it to me," he whined, he hated to whine, but the blonde always brought out his most hated side.

Blain smirked and sat on the desk Bam was using to fill out paper work for Jimmy. "Nuh uh, you didn't come home last night, you should be severely punished."

Bam smiled and gave a small nod. "I like the way you think," he whispered a bit huskily as the blonde nipped roughly at his neck, leaving small pink marks across slightly tanned skin.

"Why didn't you show up?"

Bam groaned as the wet tongue stopped its movement on his neck. He opened his lust filled eyes and groaned at the sight of his boyfriend looking at him with the same look as his own, except for a hint of sadness and confusion thrown in.
"I had to...do a job last night; I never want to go to your place after doing that..."

Blain's lust was replaced with hate, he hated that Pauly made Bam kill at such a young age. Eighteen year olds should not know what a dead mans body looks like, they shouldn't know what happens to one when they die, they shouldn't know the best way to kill a man, they shouldn't know death period.
"I hate it," he whispered into Bam's neck. "I hate them for making you do such horrible things."

Bam looked down at the pale blonde man in front of him. Blain was so gentle and silent, he never talked much and was so sensitive, Bam didn't know how Blain could ever be related to Jimmy. He didn't know how Jimmy could ever be this mans father.

"I shouldn't dwell on the past," I whispered bitterly towards the morning sky. I closed my eyes and sighed. A ringing in my pocket brought me back to earth. I grabbed my cell and looked at the small screen seeing the name "His Highnesses Bitch" written on it, I really need to stop letting Random mess with my phone.

"Yeah?" I answered.

-"It's almost 9:00am, could you possibly hurry?"- Ville complained there was a pause followed by what sounded like moving. –"Gabe's looking at me funny; I think I might actually need your protection."- He whispered.

I laughed and started my car. "Alright, I'll be there soon." With that I hung up. "I think I'll have the meat special at Denny's," I mumbled to myself, Ville could wait an hour or so, it wouldn't kill him...hopefully.

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Chapter.8

Monday morning, 12:48pm
Jimmy's house.

"I'll be right out," I told the dark haired Finn as I opened the door and stepped into the afternoon air. I had arrived at Ville's around 11am and he wasn't too happy about that, he didn't talk to me the entire way to Jimmy's. At his silence I closed the door and made my way up to the big tan colored house.

Dunn and I were meeting Jimmy at his house, he had called me while I was trying to enjoy my breakfast. I knew that we were going to have to face some type of punishment for threatening his only living son. I just hoped Dunn wouldn't be killed or worse, messed up so bad he wished he was dead. I stopped at the white door and took a deep breath before ringing the door bell, a minute later a maid answered the door.

"I'm here to see Mr. Lazzari." I always used his surname when I talked to his help, if I didn't they might not of respected him as much as they do.
The maid nodded and let me in, she never spoke to me, in all the years I've been to Jimmy's house and talked to the same maid, she has never talked to me. In fact, I never heard her talk to anyone but Jimmy, or Frankie. She doesn't even talk to Jimmy's wife or daughters; she's a really weird maid.

I watched as the sandy haired maid knocked on the door to Jimmy's study, her brown eyes moving straight to the floor when Jimmy's voice called for her to come in.

"Mr. Margera, sir," she whispered before moving so I could walk by.

"Thank you Clara, you can go." And she did as fast as her slim legs could go. "Bammie, take a seat."

I looked over at the couch he motioned to and say Dunn sitting with his fists balled on his lap. "So Jimmy," I started as I sat next to Ryan. "What’s up?"

Jimmy looked from Ryan to me then back to Ryan. "Frankie called me this morning," He started before turning his gaze back to me. "You two got into a fight with him?"

"No," Ryan calmly spoke. "I was just a little pissed and Frankie was there, since he was the closest to me, he was the one I took my anger out on." It always surprised me how well Ryan could lie.

"Bam?" Jimmy asked. I looked up waiting for him to continue. "Was that all?"

"Yeah, that's all." It always surprised me how well I could lie.

Jimmy looked between the two of us before sighing. "Fine, you two can leave, but Dunn." Ryan looked back at him as we made our way to the door. "Don't ever touch my son again," he warned in a cold as ice voice. Ryan gave a quick nod before exiting the room.

I looked at the car and saw Ville tapping his fingers on the side of the black door, rolling his eyes and giving over exaggerated sighs. I chuckled and looked back at Dunn. "Drama queen wants me to hurry."

Ryan took a hit off his cigarette and shrugged. We were standing in front of Jimmy's black iron gates, Dunn just wanted to cool off a bit and I wanted to make Ville mad. "So tonight, right?"

I looked up at him in confusion before I remembered that we were going on a double date, fun. "Yeah, I still need to pick up a girl." I groaned at the thought.

"You'll find someone, you always do." I smiled as he dropped his cigarette and put it out with the heel of his shoe. "Bye."

"Yeah, bye." I watched Ryan get in his car before taking off down the street; I turned back and glared at Ville who was leaning half way out the window. "You know I normally wouldn't care if you hurt yourself, but since my job and life depend on your safety, I have to advise you to sit in the vehicle."

Ville glared at me before putting his body fully into the car and scooting over to let me. As soon as the car door was shut, Gabe took off. "It was hot in here, so I was trying to cool off."

I glared at him and nodded. "Sure." I didn't have the time to deal with him; I had to find a date.

Monday night, 8:37pm
Mists Mystery's private room

"Sorry I'm late," I sheepishly grinned as me and my date walked into the room.

"That's fin-" Dunn cut himself off mid sentence when he noticed the tall dark haired man with an arrogant smirk plastered to his face following behind me.

"I had to baby sit," I whispered as I sat next to him.

He nodded and gave Ville a forced smile. "Ville," he greeted.

Ville smiled and sat next to me so he was across from Stacey, Dunn was across from me. "Hello Ryan."

Stacey cleared her throat and gave us one of her charming smiles. "Oh, this is Stacey; Stacey, Ville. Ville's Frankie's boyfriend, Bam's his bab-bodyguard," Dunn explained.

Ville looked a bit amused at Dunn's slip before picking up the wine menu. "You're paying tonight, right Ryan?"

Dunn looked over at him and nodded. "Yeah."

"Good, I think I'll start with a bottle of '1996 Dalla Valle Vineyards Maya'," Ville smiled.

Ryan looked at the list of wines and choked on air at the price. "I'm not made of money Valo!"

Ville smiled and put the wine list down and picked up the food menu. "Well just barrow some money from my babysitter." I smiled at Dunn's red face and Ville's teasing smile.

"Alright, Ville stop joking, pick out something that won't send Random into the poor house," I said and picked up my own menu. Surprisingly the night went fine from then on.

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'1996 Dalla Valle Vineyards Maya' cost about $475.00

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