Pleasing

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JENNIFER POV

    I persuaded Mr. Zabell to bring me along for one more trip. He allowed it.

He said we needed to walk a few miles though, and I nodded. We get out of the car and crickets were heard roaming around the grass next to us. What a nice cold... lovely night. I love it... Heh.

   "Merde." He mumbles 5 minutes in taking his suit jacket off. "O-Oh thanks uh! W-wait what about you? It's not fair to you to be cold..." I gulp sliding my arms through it. Smells like him. "Ça va aller." He hums with his hands in his pocket.

(I'll be fine.)

   I look around almost tripping on a stick. A stick. What? That makes no sense!  He wraps his arm around my waist tucking it under the jacket. He was warm. "Watch where you're walking, chaton." He grumbles (kitten.) "Right, yep." I say biting my lip. His thumb was rubbing the curve of my waist. Gosh his touch can do a lot!

Just like those fingers! Kidding, Jennifer you're gross.

"How mu- 2 minutes." He speaks pulling me closer as we take a turn. "ne pas parler." He says in my ear. "W-what does th- be quiet and heads down." He tugs at my waist making me put my hand on his chest. 

"Elle est , sexy." (She is sexy) I hear with a couple of laughs.  "Oh, ça c'est un bon cul." I hear beside me. (Oh that's a good ass!) "Watch yourself!" He growls.  "Si vous pensez que je plaisante, mettez-moi à l'épreuve." He growls. ""Cette fois, je vais tirer les yeux fermés, oui?"

(If you think I'm kidding , try me, just try me.) (This time I'll shoot with my eyes closed, yes?)

  I'm not sure who Hes talking to, but we soon hear music blasting. He keeps his hold on me tight and keeps my head in place. "There." He hums moving away and sliding on the stool. I just stand knowing it's too high. "I-I like sta- sit." He demands. "Chaton, assis." He sighs. (Kitten, Sit.)

   I lean against the chair jumping up but fail. "I think I'm fin-"he grabs my waist pulling me up. "Just ask." He sighs. "S-sorry." I mumble. A blue haired guy with colorful tattoos run down his neck as he walks up behind the counter. "Qui est ce chéri?" He asks with a nice soothing voice. (Who is this darling?) He cracks me a smile. "Très beau." He hums and I smile back flickering back to Mr.Zabell. "She doesn't speak French." I hear him say and I nod slowly. "Ahh!" The guy nods looking at me. "Hi! I'm Jennifer b-but you can call me jenny or u-uh jen!" I nod biting my lip looking around. "Dosso." He says.

(Very beautiful) (Doll)

  "No." Mr.Zabell sighs. "I'm Vin or Vinny." He hums ignoring him. "Foyer, oui?" He groans to Vin. He's such a grumpy person. I bet he's a softie though he just needs the right person for hugs! Like me. Or Vin! "Vin do you give good hugs? I think Mr.Zabell ne- No." I hear beside me. I frown and pull at my skirt.

(Focus, yes?)

  "Il nous suit." I hear from Z. "Wow..." Vin whispers running his hands through his blue hair. His wrists were layered with bracelets and bangles. "I have a bracelet just like t-that! Look!" I lean over showing my wrist and both their eyes flicker down and I smile. "Oui..." He hums smiling back. "Twins." He smirks and pulls his own wrist back as do I.

(He's following us.)

"Let me talk to Calumn. Stay with Vinny." Z says look down at me. I furrow my eyebrows. "C-can I come with you?" I ask scared. I'm not scared of Vinny but what's around me. "Please." I crack out rubbing my shaking hands. He stands up and rubs my palms with his tatted thumbs. "respirer chaton." He says looking right into my brown eyes.

     Gosh his eyes were perfect. I think by now I know that means breathe but not sure what "Chaton" means. "Oui?" He hums tilting my head "I'll be right back. Vinny is here and he won't leave." He adds before moving away from me. "Ahh, breathe!" He hisses cupping my face as my lip trembles. I nod. "Pr-promise you'll come back? Pinky promise?" I ask looking up at him and he sighs closing his eyes. "vraiment.." I hear him speak.

(Really)

   He hooks his pinky around mine and stares at me again. "Promesse." He speaks before looking at Vin, "Gardez-la en sécurité." He says sternly as he moves away. I watch him walk through the crowd.

(Keep her safe)

   "He'll come back." Vinny says with a smile. We ended up playing Tik Tak Toe! I won 3 times. 3/10...

  "Do you want a drink?" He asks and I shake my head. "I don't drink but do you have any ginger ale?" I ask twirling in my chair. He nods walking in the back and soon pops back up with a fresh bottle. He slides it over and I smile thanking him. "Thanks!" I speak. "What's your favorite show? B-because mine is Spongebob or Criminal Minds!" I ramble. Vinny let me talk for the whole 40 minutes we were there. He just nodded and hums making sure to tell me he's listening.

  "So, what's your favorite color then?" I ask him smiling but he looks behind me. "Vin?" I ask slowly. He shakes his head as he stares back at me. "Red." He smiles and I nod "I like it but sometimes it makes me cringe." I hum. "Hey, why don't we go for a little walk, yes?" he asks quickly and I hesitate. "We need to meet with Marcel." He sighs seeing me tense. "Marce- Zabelle." He smirks knowing he never told me. I nod. He grips my arm and rushes through the crowd and I'm confused. I get pushed by these bodies from their sweat and hips. "I-I V- ow!" I get pushed in the face with an elbow bashing into my nose.

   Oh my god! Shoot! Blood!

  "V-Vinny.." I whimper with a trembled lip holding my nose. "Were almost there I promise Dosso." He says pushing us through a door and I get a wind pushed into my face. "V-vinny please." I cry out with a blurry vision. My nose stings with pain and it's pulsing!

  "Holy sh- Vinzin!" I hear a raspy voice booming. I wipe my face seeing an angry Marcel. "What the- Merde." He puts my face in his hands and lifts my head up. All that was heard was my cries and hiccups. I grip his wrist seeing his angry face. A damp feeling is patted under my nose. "Boss, I- ferme" He growls interuppting Vinny. "Merde, are you okay chaton?" He asks cleaning my up.

  "Ne pleure pas!" He says to me with furrowed eyebrows. (Do not cry!) Please chaton no more tears." He sighs looking into my eyes before bringing me to the car. He sets me down and rubs my cheeks. My chest heaves as I try and calm down. Why am I crying? I'm fine! No crying Jennifer! Why am I such a baby?

  I cry hardier as these thoughts roll in. "We need to leave Vin." He hisses jumping in and shutting the door. He slides me on his lap and I don't think anything about it but the fact that my throat hurts and head and nose! "Breathe chaton." He coos.
  I take deep breathes as he guides me through nose and out mouth. "Better?" He asks looking into me and I nod slowly. "I-I'm so sorry!" I whisper... "I didn't mean to cry!" I add looking down seeing his hands wrapped around my hands. I play with his rings trying to forget all of this. "Don't worry chaton." He hums.

   "I- no, shhh." He says and I just lay my forehead against his chest. I could practically feel his abs under me. His scent was just addicting! Mint.. so fresh and clean. "You smell really good." I hum accidentally.

Shoot! Bad Jennifer. Stop!

He just hums and rubs my back.