Mr. Right and Mr. Wrong

23

Jake's P.O.V

I'm not good.

Not good enough to anyone.

Not good enough for anything.

I don't want to be defined as good.

I want to be great.

I want to be amazing.

And I am.

I have all the money I could ever want. All the girls I could ever want. I don't need to be good. I need to be great.

Smaller things like gangs and little societies like the mafia.

I own it.

My father's father passed that to my father. And now my father is passing it to me. Slowly, day by day. I'm receiving more than half of the work and being called boss is now my leverage to take whatever I can from anyone and give it to others.
Legacies after legacies; I just happened to drop the good boy act. I can make my move now.

Now.

I'm a drug Lord.

I don't need school.

I don't need women.

I don't even need a gang.

I don't need help.

Just give me all the resources and people I can work with.

I need someone to lie for me.

I need Jenna.

That whore.

I know she dropped him.
I can take this opportunity to swoop in and take her.

I sip my drink slowly as I sit back and watch her come to me.

She's mine now.

Mine.

She doesn't know who I am outside of school and I know she never wondered or wanted to know.

She'll learn now.

"Where are you taking me?" She says, looking up at the boy. She looks at me and tilts her head a bit in confusion.

He gives me a light nod and releases her.

She still looks at me with a little confusion.

I smile and stand.

I raise my arms, presenting myself.
"Remember me?"

She shakes her head slowly.

I walk up to her and she walks back.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around her.

"Oh you naughty girl. All drunk. You know what happens to highly intoxicated girls right?"

"W-What?" She stuttered.

I put my my lips up against her earlobe gently and kissed it while I grabbed onto her hips and rocked with her slowly to the music.

"They become mines."

"But I don't want to be yours." She says, her voice meek.

I gripped the side of her hip and kissed her neck. "You have no other choice." I burried my nose into her neck and looked up to see Tristan.

Great, everything is going as planned.

I had Lyndon bring him right into my trap. I know what he wants. He wants Jenna.

He looked at me with fury and jealously mixed into his eyes.

I found it humorous to see that he was so fond of her.

Now I would like to see why.

He had everything handed to him.

His position is higher than mines yet he only pretends to make his father happy.

In this line of work, you can't spend every moment in your life trying to please everyone.

It just doesn't work.

Just like it didn't work with Jenna.

Now she's in my arms and not his.

Now she's mine.

She belongs to me.

I smiled into Jenna's neck and hugged her closer to me.

This was easier than it seemed. 

She tensed up and stood there as my hands began to travel from down her waist to her rear end.

She squirms and a bit and I chuckle.

"J-Jake! What are you doing!?"

I squeezed her butt and bit my lip.

"You just don't know how much I wanted you." I say, huskily.

People began to watch.

Tristan watches.

That's right. Watch. She's mine now.

She tries pulling away from me but my grip only got tighter.

"Jake. What's wrong with you? You never act like this. I thought you were good?"

I chuckle as Tristan started to push his way through the crowd.

"You're funny." I say, the laugh still in my voice.

"How so?" She asks, her arms up against my chest, trying to push away.

That would never happen. I'm sorry, but I'm changing from today on out. With you, people would be easily fooled. All I have to do is find a way to control you.

And I knew how.

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Tristan grabs her arm and yanks her out my grasp.

I stick my hands in my pockets and watched as Jenna was being pulled away.

She watched me as well and I smiled at her.

You'll be back sooner or later.