Welcome to the Family

Part 4

I decided to switch the views up in this! Oh and the symbol §§§ means flashback. Enjoy!<3

Damon's Point of View

"Well look who actually showed up on time." Jezebel commented as I walked into the Sangre Azul bar.

She was casually leaning against the bar, elbows supporting her. Her long black hair was in a side braid today and she was in her usual attire: dark wash jeans, tank top, and her leather jacket. Maldita sea, ella es caliente.

It was no secret that I liked her. Well I guess it is since no one else knew expect Sasha, my dog, and I. I've liked her ever since I first meet her at the mafia meeting.

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"Dad why do I have to attend? I've not been initiated yet." My 16 year old self complained, following along side my dad as we entered the big mansion in Washington.

"Because someday when I'm dead you'll get to be King and I want you to know how to handle these things." My dad was the Leader of the Las Bestias and everyone said we look alike, but he always kept his hair short while I had mine shaggy.

"Welcome Ricardo! Now this is going to be a peaceful gathering, so no bickering with the Sangre Azul." A man came up to us with icy blue eyes. They were creepy.

"I'll try." My dad huffed.

Later that night we ran into some people that my father didn't like. I could tell because he tensed up.

"I see you were able to attend." A man with tattoos covering his arms and buzzed cut black hair.

During their short conversation, I saw her. She had her arms crossed, with a little scowl on her face. Her hair was so long and wavy. I couldn't hear anything else around me. I only saw her. When her piercing dark brown eyes met mine, I almost stopped breathing. There was a lot of hate in them, but they were still pretty. And daring.

"Come on Jezebel, there's more people to meet." The tattooed man beckoned her with his head to a table across the room.

Jezebel, what a unique name.

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I smiled slightly at the memory, then stopped. They might think I'm crazy. Which I guess I kind of am since I've carried this torch for her for 2 years, and counting. There's just something about the whole wanting what you can't have. It makes you want it more, to the point where you're crazy.

"I can listen to the rules sometimes. Just not often." I dug my hands into my jacket pockets looking into Jezebel's dark brown eyes.

"We best be going. I don't want to be late for the drop off." Jez pushes herself off the counter and walks past me out the door. Soon all of the other men in the room followed, with me on their tail.

I climbed into Jezebel's red dodge viper convertible and buckled my seat belt. "Let's see what you've been listening to." I said as I reached over and pushed the play button on her CD player.

"'Stumblin' but yeah you still lookin hella fine. Keep doin what your doin, imma make you mine'" Cobra Starships Hot Mess came blaring out of the speakers.

"Good song." I glanced at her with a smile.

Jezebel didn't even spare me a glance, just kept her eyes firmly on the road. The speedometer was climbing higher and higher as we made it out of town.

"So is this another gun deal?" I asked after a couple of moments.

"Nope." Came her light airy voice.

"Care to go into detail?" I watched as her grip tightened on the steering wheel. Touchy.

"Drug deal. Hawaii Ice. Now shush." She turned the music up louder.