Mafia boss stole my heart (Billdip)

Dipper

(Dipper pov)

I have Bill put his arm over my shoulder as we walk through the maze of alleyways, me struggling to support his weight. We eventually are in the alley behind a doctor's office and I pound loudly on the back door until a familiar face opens it. "Ronald I swear on my husband's grave if you locked yourself out again-" She cuts herself off seeing me supporting Bill on my shoulder. "....Mason?"

"Jenny.....he needs help." Without another word she ushers us inside and shuts the door behind us. I help Bill sit on the examination table, his shirt soaked in blood.

"Care to tell me what happened?"

"Doesn't matter, just help him then we'll leave."

"Fine but I need him to take off his shirt in able to examine the wound better."

"Fucking hell no." Bill retorts stubbornly.

"Bill please just do it." I groan, not wanting to be here longer than I had to. Bill himself groans as he unbuttons his vest and shirt them falling to the side revealing the bullet hole in his shouler, the bullet must have gone clean through. Jenny gets her medical things and walks over to Bill beginning to clean his bullet wound him wincing a bit.

I lean against the wall away from her with my arms crossed over my chest hating being here but unfortanetly she was the only one who could keep that idiot from bleeding out. "So.....how do you two know each other?" Bill ask, it being obvious he's just trying to break the heavy awkward tension in the room.

She gives him an odd look at his question. "Mason didn't tell you? I'm his mother."

Bill glances between the two of us before finally looking at me with confusion written on my face. "But you told me aside from your sister you didn't have any family left."

"I don't. What Dr. Jenny Johnson is forgetting to tell you is she left my family after my father died leaving me in the care of my great uncle's who died only a few years later. She is no family of mine and as far as I'm concerened, never has been."

"Oh...." Bill mumbles before grunting in pain as Jenny stitches the bullet wound. Once she finishes she bandages his shoulder and he puts his shirt and vest back on.

"I need to have a word with you Mason. Alone." Bill looks at me and I nod my head meaning it's alright. He goes out the backdoor and Jenny turns to me. "Mason-"

"That isn't my fucking name, it's Dipper."

"When will you get over this and accept that I am your mother? That all happened a long time ago it's in the past."

"The past? My dad had just fucking died, Me and Mable were only 5 years old when you abandoned us! No one even knew we were alone for two weeks because you didn't tell anyone and everyone just assumed the family was still grieving over dad! Then we get shipped out of the state to two people we don't even know because your family didn't want us! Stan died when we were 9 in a car accident and then Ford died of a heart attack when I was 12! I had to take care of Mable all by myself because you abandoned us and never even tried to reach out to either one of us! There is a fucking difference between being my mother, and being the woman who gave birth to me." I storm out through the back door slamming it shut seeing Bill standing there, phone in hand and probably was listening to my conversation.

"I just contacted Pyronica, she'll be here soon." Bill informs me putting his phone in his pocket.

"Okay." And soon enough a black SUV pulls up and me and Bill get in the back as it drives. I rest my head on the window watching the buildings and scenery go by.

"Want to tell me what the hell was that about Pinetree?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really?" He grips my chin tightly making me face him, our faces inches from each other. "You lied to me." His eyes narrow at me in anger.

"No I didn't. I didn't lie."

"You told me you had no family but that woman back there said she's your mom."

"She isn't my mom!" I feel wetness flowing down my cheeks and realize that I'm crying. Bill lets me go his eyes seeming to change to more caring as he holds my face in his hands and wipes my tears away.

"Explain then."

I sigh not sure if I really wanted him to know this much about me. "When me and Mabel were 5, our dad died of heart cancer. A few days after the funeral my mother left us. She just took off one day leaving all her things behind. She didn't tell anyone so no one knew we were alone for two weeks. The day care teacher came by our house to see why we weren't at day care for two weeks and found us all alone, no electricity, no food and barely any water. No one of her side of the family wanted us so we were sent to Oregon to live with our Great Uncle's on our dad's side of the family but when I was 9 my great Uncle Stan died in a car accident and then three years later my Great Uncle Ford died of a heart attack leaving me to take care of my sister all by myself. I did everything I could to take care of her. I dropped out of school and took every job I could get just to be able to pay for her to be happy and have nice things like she wants so she won't ever have to worry about the things I do for her." Bill remains silent, letting go of my face and looks back out his window in silence.

The SUV pulls up to warehouse and we get out of the vehicle going inside. I start to head to the bar for my usual work but I feel someone grab the back of my shirt and pull me into a room the door shutting. I turn to see who pulled me in here and see Bill standing there with an unreadable expression on his face. I back up as he walks towards me eventually backing up into the door having nowhere else to go. He slams his hands against the door on either side of my head trapping me there. "Why didn't you tell me before about your family situation?"

"Because it wasn't any of your buisness. And when was I supposed to say anything, when you and your men kidnapped me forcing me to come here? When you threatened to kill me or torture me for not wanting to tell you about my sister? Or better yet maybe I should have told you during the two times you forced me to give you a blowjob for no fucking reason!"

His hand suddenly grabs my throat gripping it tightly but not quite choking me, the look in his eyes scary enough to give war veterans nightmares. "Do not raise your voice at me Dipper Pines. I've told you before that I don't like it when people touch my stuff."

"I am not yours, I'm not some toy of yours I'm a person."

"You're right, you're not mine. Yet."

"W-what? What do you mean by-" I'm cut off as his rough lips viciously crash onto mine.