The Damaged -RIVERDALE-DISCONTINUED

TWO

The bright locks of Jason Blossom could be seen from across the bar. He had entered ten minutes ago, yet still sat idle on a barstool. My guess was that my father was still meeting with a client.
I made my way over, hopping up onto the bar next to Jason. I smirked down at him, watching him blanch at my presence.
"Who would have thought that the golden boy would be caught in a place like this," I said mockingly. He looked around before settling his gaze back on me.
"Madelyn? What are you doing here,"
"I know you're a jock an all, but everyone knows I'm a Serpent, JJ," I smirked, catching Joaquin's eye and winking at him.
"Oh-"
"Hey, Princess! Where's daddy at?" Pinco, a twenty something serpent, said. I shrugged, annoyance clear.
"I'm not his fucking keeper, Pinco. Find him yourself," I hissed.
"But you are his daughter, Manic," Pinco said jokingly. I rolled my eyes, laughing.
"God, don't remind me," he burst out laughing, shaking his head as he walked away.
Jason cleared his throat in attempt to gain my attention back.
"Yes, JJ?" I asked teasingly.
"You're FP's daughter?" I giggled mockingly, a sickly sweet smile on my face.
"Why of course. I am a Jones after all," he paled, his gaze skittish.
I hopped off the bar, getting close to the redhead in front of me and leaning in threateningly.
"Lets get one thing clear here, Blossom. If you even think about trying to turn my dad or anyone in this gang in for drug dealing, I'll kill you myself," I said, just barely loud enough for him to hear. He nodded quickly.
"Ye-uh-yeah. Okay, yep," he stammered. I took a step back, a fake smile on my face.
"Great!" I said cheerily before walking off and joining Joaquin at the dart board.
He swung an arm around me, looking at me questioningly.
"Something's off about him, Joa," I muttered, taking a glance over my shoulder to see Jason and my father making their way up the stairs to  the office.
"Like what,"
"He's too willing, too compliant with us. And in my experience that only happens when your nervous, or trying to get something out of someone,"
"And which one do you think it is," Joaquin asked.
"He's nervous, really nervous," I said finally, quickly making my way up to my fathers office. I walked in without knocking, not giving a damn about interrupting the two. Both of them turned to me, and I sent a small glare at the redhead.
"Dad, I need to talk to you, now," I said, still looking at Jason. My father understood the hardness of my voice, getting up and storming down the stairs behind me.
I stopped when we reached the now abandoned dart board, leaning against the wall and sneaking a glance at the office door.
"What is it,"
"Something's off about him, he's too nervous,"
"He's making a deal with the serpents, Mad. He's bound to be a little nervous," my dad said, disregarding me. I grabbed his arm before he could walk away.
"Dad, the only other time someone's been that nervous before was when they were running from the cops. So you better figure out what the hell he's running from before you tell him anything," he nodded, taking my words in.
"I'd die before I let any one of you fall because of some rich boy in over his head, trust me when I say I know what I'm doing," FP said sharply, knowing I was right. I rolled my eyes, agreeing before leaving him to go back to his office.

It was seven by the time Jason left the bar, almost three hours since he had gone into that office with my father.
I was outside, leaning up against my car and smoking when he walked out, head down and hands in the pockets of his letterman jacket. I smirked, taking a drag before calling his name.
"Hey, Jason!" He turned at my voice, hesitantly making his way over.
"Yeah?"
"Don't forget, we're always watching Jay," I said vaguely. He nodded and I let him walk away, get into his cherry red convertible, and drive away.
I staid leaning up against my impala until my blunt was finished. Now content with feeling practically nothing, I left. I got into my own car, and made my way home knowing that Jughead wouldn't be there.