Assorted Riverdale Imagines

Handle myself Jughead (Alt. Mafia)

Warning: has some spicy 🌶 content
    "You aren't coming," Jughead said for the fifth time as you kept begging him. "It's not even part of the discussion."
    "Jug! Seriously, I know that I'm clumsy but I won't mess anything up! I swear! Please let me go," you beg. "I won't get in the way! I can do this! You never let me go with you guys anymore. Fangs says he wants me to go."
    "Does he?" Jughead looks at his second who rose his hands. "Doesn't seem like it." You glare at the guy before looking back at the boss. "You aren't going and that's final. You're staying here with Fangs now." You can't help but internally laugh because you got Fangs taken off the job. "If you keep arguing with me, you're going to find out that the consequences." You cross your arms but keep your mouth shut. "Good girl." He grabs your chin for a moment and stares at you. Something flickers in his eyes, but dissipates as he looks at Fangs.
    "Sir," Fangs stands straight. "Is there anything I can do while you're gone?"
    "Make sure she stays here," Jughead snaps. "And if anything goes down, go to area 73."
    "Yes sir," Fangs nods.
    "What's area 73?" You ask looking between them but neither of them say anything. "Classified." Fangs nods as Jughead leaves the two of you. "So, snacks? What do you want to watch? Do I have a bedtime too?"
    "I'm not your keeper," he laughs. "I'm just making sure you stay here."
    "Sounds like my keeper," you shrug. "Can I use the bathroom?"
    He snickers, "I don't know, can you?" You throw a vulgar gesture before going into the bathroom. You lock the door before checking the window. No alarms were set up. Nothing was keeping it closed. Your phone rings.
    Don't even think about it.
"How? Did you bug the bathroom?" You groan. "Seriously, this is ridiculous." You pull your hair up looking in the mirror for a moment.
    There's a surprise in the kitchen. Don't say I've never do anything for you.
    "What is it? A ankle monitor?" You roll your eyes walking out of the bathroom and down the great hall steps. "Fangs? Jughead said there's something in the kitchen."
     "Yeah," he calls. "It's in the freezer."
     "It better not be muffins," you day and you hear him laugh. You open the freezer and see your favorite dessert waiting for you. "Is this bribery?" Probably. You sigh grabbing it and a fork too lazy to actually dish it. "At least I know he paid good money for it. Came from New York."
    "Can I have some?" Fangs asks and raise a brow. "Don't do that. I am doing what I'm told and so are you. You know the deal. What the boss says goes."
    "If the boss said to kill me would you?" You ask still eating.
    He grabs a fork, "what's the scenario?"
   "I don't know," you mumble mouth full of food. "I know too much?"
    "If Jughead said to kill you, there would be a better reason then that. But, he would never order that," Fangs explained. "I don't think he would have the balls to do it."
    "Why do you say that? I've seen him kill people better then me," you raise a brow. "Younger even."
    He looked up at you with wide eyes before composing himself, "because you're not easily replaced. You have traits that he can't find in anyone else."
    "You're making shit up now," you laugh taking another bite. "But thanks for the sentiment. If I was that important, I would be on that job right now."
    "I don't think so," he shrugs. "Besides you aren't field trained."
    "Field trained?" You laugh. "What is that supposed to mean? I can take care of myself as much as the next person. And, I am quite skilled with a gun. Better then you."
    "Being good with a gun is one thing. Sure, you're a good shot. The point still stands that people can walk up on you without you noticing," he explains. "Someone could be behind you right now and you wouldn't know it. Would you? That's why you don't go on jobs like these. They are too dangerous for you. So, give Jughead a break."
    "Fine, I will give you that. But only that. I think I should know things though. I don't even know what your real names are. Don't give me crap about Fangs being your real name either. And what is Area 73?" You ask.
    "I can't tell you about Area 73. But, my real name is Drew," he said and you groan. "Don't like my name?"
    "Honestly," you look at him. "It's not what I was expecting. I was really hoping I could talk you into telling me something juicy."
    "Hey, not many people alive know my name," he says. "And people who usually find out my name die, pretty quickly."  He then makes himself appear more dangerous.
     "Oh what ever will I do?" You say sarcastically. "A daddy mafia boss wants to get his hands on me."
    "A what?"
    "A daddy mafia boss. Daddy meaning like your hot and like to be dominant," you explain.
    "Right."
    "God, You're uncultured," you shake your head. "Put this back in the freezer will you?" You push yourself from the counter walking to the back sliding doors. The pool lights were on and the sky was clear. Honestly, it was like a movie. "I'm gonna sit by the pool." You don't wait to hear his response as you push the door open and walk outside. It wasn't too hot out but the wind made you shiver slightly.
    You set your feet in the water looking up at the sky. You didn't know how long you even sat there before you grew bored. Fangs was no where in sight now, probably went to the couch to watch a movie. You stare at the water for a moment watching it ripple as you moved your feet before you pulled your shirt off throwing it to the porch then your jeans. The water was warmer then the air and you thanked god that Jughead decided to get a pool heater.
    The moon reflected off the water around you as you just floated there. It was relaxing listening to the crickets and frogs in the distance. Hearing the trees rustle in the wind. Everything was so surreal. The house towered meters and meters above you, no lights on other then the kitchens. You wondered how many rooms were actually in the house. You'd recently moved in after someone raided your own house. Jughead made the call saying it was too dangerous for you to be alone now. You didn't complain either. You seen more of him now and you don't mean time wise. You see him walking around the house in boxers after waking up in the morning. Covered in sweat after the gym. I'm just a towel after a shower. The thought of him made your mouth water.
    "A little cold for a swim," a familiar voice pulled you from your thoughts. You open your eyes and see Jughead standing over the edge of the pool. He no longer had his black jacket on, just his button up and pants. His hair was ruffled though, which meant he had to do some dirty work today. His hands were in his pockets as he rose a brow waiting for your response.
    "I guess your water heater works," you just say closing your eyes again. You hear him move behind you. The sliding door closes and something hits the deck. You don't bother opening them until you hear him emerge in the water as well. "Thought it was too cold?"
    He offered a half smile as he gets closer to you, "water works well doesn't it?" You nod. "It's nice out tonight."
    "I know, the sky is so clear," you say. "I don't think is been this clear in a while." You eye him again. Your eyes rake his almost naked body. You notice a few bruises on his hand. "Your hand. It wasn't like that when you left."
    "Ah. Well sometimes you have to get your hands dirty in this type of job," he mused. "I thought you'd be sleeping by the time I got back."
     "And miss the perfect weather?" You laugh. "Wouldn't count on it. I figure that Fangs fell asleep on the couch?"
    "He did."
    "The dessert was good, thank you," you say. "I thought I was supposed to be the one sucking up to you. You are the boss."
     "I'm sure we can find a way for you to... repay me," he sighs lowering himself in the water. "Do you know what happens when I go out on jobs?"
    "I know that it is rare for you to actually go on a job," you look at him. "So, someone must've screwed up and they're probably dead now."
   He nods, "it is rare that I go out. If I do it's because someone is threatening me or my livelihood. I teach people not to come after me."
    "Someone threatened you?"
    "Not me," he looks at you now. "You." You frown a little confused. Why were you so important? "Don't worry, I've gotten rid of them. No ones gonna touch you." His blue eyes were full of something you couldn't quite make out.
    "I... Thanks," you say quickly looking back at the sky biting your lip. "I guess that I owe you a few things then? A few jobs?"
    "You don't owe me anything," he says. You could feel him next you now and your mind went back to your dirty thoughts. He comes behind you, putting his mouth next to your ear. "My names Forsythe Jones the third and Area 73 is another place I own in Tampa." You swallow and lean your head a little to hear him better. "And I am the only mafia boss around here." A blush rises up your skin and you nod slightly. Your core was melting in the water and your eyes flutter shut.
    "Why are you telling me this?" You ask still leaning towards his mouth.
   "Why shouldn't I?" He nicks your ear with his teeth.
    "I don't know," you say. "I, um, I just didn't know if I was close enough to know."
     "Anything you want to know," he mumbled. "Or anything you want at all. You ask me. I'll give it to you." You wanted him so bad. "Anything." His hands are on your arms holding you still.
    "Anything at all?" You question. "Like a yacht?" You try to sound light, but it comes out almost breathless.
    He chuckles and you feel it vibrate through your body, "if that's what you want. You got it." You know he noticed you breath hitch because he leans closer to you. "But, I don't think that what you want right now, is it?" You shake your head. "Tell me, Y/N, what is it you truly want right now? Tell me and it's all yours."
   "I want..." you almost rock a little but his hands keep you in place. "You."
    "That's all you had to say," he purrs in your ear before spinning you quickly. His lips clash with yours and his hands are on your neck and back. His tongue slides across your bottom lip and you don't fight as it slips into your mouth. Your own hands wrap around his shoulders bringing you in closer as he goes to pull away. His teeth pull on your lip and you groan a little. His lips move down your jaw and to the middle of your neck. You move your head to give him more access. "Good girl." Something inside you lunges at that. Longing for him to say it again.
      He guides you to the edge of the pool pushing you against the tile. His hands move down to your hips grabbing them tightly. He lifts you out of the water setting you on the edge, a devilish look was in his eyes as you look down at him now. His hands are on your thighs now running up and down before wraps his fingers around the band of your underwear pulling them off in a swift move. The cold air brings a new sensation to your skin as he kisses up your right thigh slowly spreading your legs apart. You could probably come undone just watching him move up your legs. His eyes were hungry as he stared up at you for a moment before returning to your leg. He bites your inner thigh making you grab his hair. He moves your hand down and laced his fingers with yours. His other hand was keeping your leg steady running up and down it. He buries himself in you and your breathing stops for a second. His tongue was swift and delicate as he played with you. You squeezed his hand leaning back slightly. The wind blew adding to the the sensations. His other hand pushes your leg further out and his tongue pushes inside you.
    "Fuck," you manage to moan out. You don't know how long you would last but, it couldn't be long. He let's go of your hand moving it up your other thigh and pushes a single finger against your opening. Slowly, he pushes forwards imbedding the digit inside you as his mouth works on your bundle of nerves. He moves at an agonizingly slow pace. Loving the sound of your groans and the taste of you. Your hands hold you up as your core seemed to give away. You were shaking and panting as he added a second finger. The feeling was almost overwhelming as he scissored his fingers inside you. His lips sucked on your clit and you could almost see stars. With a movement of his tongue you came onto his fingers, letting out a breathless call of his name. He removes his fingers and you watch as he inserts them into his own mouth. You shudder again. "God." Your chest was heaving as it tried to keep up with your breathing.
    He pushes himself out of the pool and flicks his hair from his face, "come with me." He stands and you stand too grabbing your underwear and clothes. "Leave them."
    "What about Fangs?" You ask pausing.
    "I sent him out before I came out to you," he says wrapping a towel around you. "Now come." He holds out his hand and you take it. He guides you through the house up the grand staircase to his bedroom. You'd never seen his room before, it wasn't at all what you expected. A massive bed sat in the middle of the room two nightstands sat on either side. Large French doors were to the left that led to a balcony. He had a king sized bathroom with a tub that could easily fit four people. "You can look around if you'd like."
     "I've never seen your bedroom before," you say. "It's beautiful. I might ask for an upgrade."
    He laughs going into the bathroom. You hear the shower turn on, "you can have an upgrade... Or you could just stay in here with me." You walk to the bathroom threshold and look at him. "What?"
    "Is there a catch? If I agree are there going to be rules or contracts? Do you have to have someone fall in love with you before a years end?" You ask and he gives you a look of confusion. "Movies. Very sexual movies." He nods slowly. "But will there be rules or anything? Is this a relationship?"
    "There are no rules," he shook his head. "Not with you. You are free to do whatever you want. If you want this to be a relationship, then it will be. If not, then I won't hold it against you. It does come with risks though. So, if you need to think about it."
     "No," you shake your head then stop. "I don't need to think, I mean, I'd like a relationship." He smiles at you now holding a hand out again.
    You take it and he pulls you in, "still, think about it. Being with me means more targets on your back. Never knowing when something is going to wrong. Constant traveling. If you're with me, they will look into you to and you can or will be arrested." He holds you tight as he searches your face for any sign of backing out. "But, if you choose to be with me. I promise to take care of you and you will have anything you desire. I will always make sure you are satisfied and if you aren't then I will make up for it. You will never be alone again." He grabs your chin and runs his thumb across your jaw. "Don't make a decision because I'm the boss. With you, I am just Forsythe. I'm not the boss of a gang. I'm not a killer or a drug dealer. I'm not dangerous."
    "I know," you look up at him. "And, I promise you that I am not making my decision based on what your job is or the people who want to hurt you. I'm making my decision because I know who you are. You took me in because you were scared I wasn't safe. You've taken care of me for years while my brother was out working on jobs. And you paid for his funeral. You're smart and your eyes make me want to unravel in front of you. And, if you want me... I promise I will take care of you and make you happy. You will never be alone again either."
     "Okay," he leans his forehead into yours. "Get in the shower let me clean you, then I'll bring you to bed and show you how much I want you." You nod walking into the shower and he follows. The water warms your body sending goosebumps across you. He stands behind you massaging shampoo into scalp and you lean into his fingers. Your eyes fall closed as he rinses your hair and adds conditioner. He grabs his sponge and runs it across your shoulders then down your back. It runs down your arms then across your chest. Slowly down your torso then down your legs. After hanging the sponge up, his arms snake around your torso pulling you into him. His fingers traced comforting circles on your back. He moves the hair from your face and kisses your forehead then your nose before your lips. Your hands grab his arms wrapping around his bicep. He shuts the water off and grabs a fresh towel wrapping you in it and used one for your hair before throwing it to the floor.  
     Quickly, he spins you again connecting your lips. His hands wrap around your hips lifting you before pushing you against the bathroom wall. You gasp at the feeling of the tile on your skin. He uses this as an invitation to run his tongue against yours. This time you fight for dominance. You feel a smile make its way on to his face as his tongue wins. Your nails scratch at his shoulders and biceps. Your naked body was rubbing against his. One of your hands goes above your head against the wall. Your thighs tighten around him wanting more contact. Heat was already building inside you again as he pressed you more into the tile. Your head fell back against it as he attacks your neck running his teeth over the sensitive spot right above your shoulder. You let out a squeal as he bite down then tore you from the wall.
    You fell down onto his bed with him between your legs hovering over you. His lips make their way down your chest and stopping at each nipple. His skilled tongue laps them selfless as you groan under him. Your hands thrashed on the bed and his head. Pulling at the short hairs on his neck. Your spine curls towards him and every inch of you screamed for him. It was like something was awakening inside you that screamed that he was yours. In this moment nothing else mattered but having him. His tongue trail down to your navel. You were a mess. You bit back a moan as his face was once again buried inside you. His nose nudging and probing at you as his tongue swirled inside you. Your legs shook and you could feel your climax rushing inside your belly. You fisted the sheets pulling at them as he continued his harassment, knowing you were almost to your point. Tears brimmed your eyes as your neck and spine bent separately. You let out a trail of words that could only be described as gibberish. He wrapped his arms around your legs squeezing gently and lifting your bottom half to get a better angle. The fire inside you continued to grow so much that you thought he could feel it too. His tongue danced with you knowing exactly where to go as it lead you to your crescendo. Your hands hurt from squeezing the sheets too hard and your entire body convulsed. With a call of his name, you finally released again. He dropped your legs and came back to face you.
   "How do you feel?" He asked. His voice came out hungry but a whisper.
    You could barely keep up, "never better."
   "Good." He kissed you and you could taste yourself on him. You wanted him so bad. No, you needed him. Your hips ground against him, begging him for something. His member slid against your thigh making him groan into the kiss. You take that as your chance to finally dominate his tongue. Your body worked on its own as you pulled him down and pushed him into the mattress. Your hands pressed on his chest as you straddled his waist. You could tell he hadn't had someone so willing or easily take over him. His hands stayed on your thighs as you now kissed down his neck and your own hands traveled around him. You could feel old and new scars under your hands. Callouses on his hands as you guided his hand up your body. "Fuck Y/N."
    You smile knowing you were leaving him a mess now. Hoping you could turn him into a puddle like he did you. "Tell me what you want me to do, boss."
    He chuckled lowly, "I want you on your back, unraveling around me as I screw you. I want to hear you scream my name." The thought makes your heart flutter. "Is that a well enough answer?"
    "God yes." You sigh falling beside him. "Do it." He doesn't give you time to say anything else as his hands were lifting your bottom up and he between your legs. You could feel him pushing at you, waiting to enter. "Fuck, Jug, come on." He laughs again and you hear him squeeze a bottle of something. A wet sound fills your ears for a moment then suddenly he pushes inside you. You groan at the new pressure filling you and your hands squeeze the sheet again. He takes one of his hands and laces it with yours bringing it above your head. Slowly he pulls out just to the tip and pushes back in. This was it. This what your body ached for. You bite your lip again.
    "Don't hold back," he rumbles in your ear. "I wanna hear you." You let go of your lip with another groan and your hand tightens in his. "Good girl." You moan again as he picks up his pace. His other hand trails up your body wrapping around neck as he reaches a constant. His hand is gentle and unmoving as he moves in and out. The sound of his skin hitting yours is hidden from your colorful language. Your head rushes from your blood circulation being almost completely cut off. He releases your throat and the rush hits you immediately. You moan his name as he hits your spot over and over. Your body was exhausted from the last two rounds and was shaking in ecstasy under him. He showed no remorse as he continued pounding at you. His hand tightens on your throat again causing a whole new sensation. Your free hand wraps in his hair again, pulling his head towards your body. He buries himself in your hair letting out a string of colorful phrases. You couldn't make out any of the words he was letting out. Your moans grew even louder and he was getting what he wanted.
    "Come for me princess." He purrs in your ear as he let's go of you one last time. "Come for me so I can." Your throat tightens as your vision goes in and out. Your body gives one last fight before finally releasing. Your body shakes uncontrollably under him and tears fall down your face. He pulls out quickly before coming himself and falling next to you. You couldn't move or think. Everything was white. He brings his blanket over the two of you before wrapping his arm around you. "Shh. You can sleep. It's okay." He rubs your back gently and comforting you. "Sleep baby." You nod once before falling into an almost comatose sleep.
    You wake up with the sun blaring through the French doors in your face. You were still naked and your body ached. You sit up looking for the man responsible for your aching limbs. He was no where to be seen. You slip from the bed and walk into the bathroom. The mirror showed what you already expected. Purple marks layered your body from your neck to your torso to your legs. Your lips were swollen slightly and your hair looked as if you just rolled around on the floor. You need another shower and your brush. You quickly shower cleaning yourself from the previous night and grab his hanging robe. You didn't notice but his room was cleaned. Discarded towels and clothes were now missing from the floors. New towels hung in the bathroom. You crept into the hall before going to your bedroom wondering where he could've gone off to. Your brush pulls at the knots he left from pulling and pushing you into the bed. You could see marks from his hands on your thighs from the pool.
     "Sleep well?" You jump from your spot. "Sorry, I had to take a call." Light from the window shown on him like he was Apollo himself, glittering his arms.
    "I did," you nod. "Thought you ran off now that you got what you wanted." You joke lightly but his face held nothing of the sort.
    His jaw tensed, "I'm not ever letting you go. Not unless you say so." You stare unable to find words. "Understand?" You nod. "Good, now get dressed. We have business." You nod again.
    "What do I wear? What kind of business?" You ask looking at your closet.
    "Wear something that shows you're the boss," he shrugs. "I'll see you downstairs." He shuts the door behind him leaving you to stare at your closet. You pull out black skinny jeans and a silk green tank top. You tuck the tank top into your high waisted jeans and slide on black shoes.
    "Are you ready?" Fangs knocks on your door.
    "Almost," you call before sliding on a few rings and a necklace. "Alright." You open the door. "Ready."
     "Great," he gives you a once over. "Got your gun?" You give him a look.
     "Wasn't aware that was something I was going to need," you say walking to your drawer and pulling out the small hand gun. You clip to the inside of your jeans before turning back to him. "Now I'm ready."
    "Great let's go," he says ushering you down the steps. He stays in front of you the entire time stopping to meet Jughead at the door. "Ready, sir."
    "Here you will need this for later," Jughead hands you a coat before walking outside. Three cars were lined in the driveway. "Get in the third." You do as told climbing into the backseat.
    "Y/N," Sweet Pea gives you a nod from the front seat. "It's been a while."
    "When did you get back from Cambodia?"
    "Last night," he says. "Work never ends."
    "No it doesn't," you sigh leaning into the leather seats. "Do you know where we're heading?"
    "Up to the mountains. Boss called a meeting this morning," he explains. "Area 62."
    "What's area 62 used for?" You ask.
    "Executions usually," he says and you look at him. Executions? Why would he call that? You watch Jughead get into the first car before you all begin your drive. The ride is silent. You couldn't shake a feeling of fear from your head. What if he kills you now that he had what he wanted? Everything could be an act. He was the boss after all. Maybe you did something wrong. He didn't seem angry. You were on a spiral that would never end. "Y/N, we are here." You shake off the feeling and step out of the car. Jughead was right, you were going to need the coat. You slide it on and Sweet Pea walks you towards the hotel entrance. There was a lot of people there that you didn't recognize. "Boss is waiting for you in the conference room." He points towards a closed door.
    You knock once before entering, "what's going on here? Why are there so many people out there?" He turns in his spot. His hands lazily resting in his pockets. "Who's dying?"
    He raises a brow, "no one is dying. Not today at least. Today, we are throwing a party. A coronation, really." You frown. "I'm going to announce that you are mine." The frown dissipates. "You're in charge now too."
    "Oh." You can't think of anything else to say. "Why?"
    "Because I want them all to know that you aren't to be messed with and if they try. I'll kill them," he says. "And, they are to listen to you. What you say goes. Now let's go out there and show them who we are." He pulls a hand from his pocket and places it on your back leading you out of the conference room. People were watching as the two of you walk to the small podium in the front of the room. Fangs and Sweet Pea stand nearby watching everyone. Watching their moves to make sure no one pulls anything. And you realize that it's not for Jughead but for you. "People." The talking slowly dies. "Quiet." Silence. Power. "Now, I'm sure you're wondering what I called a meeting so early. It has come to my attention that some of you are trying to get rid of people under my command. If I find out who it is, I'd like you to know that I will personally gut you. My people are not to be messed with. If one more person comes up dead or missing I'm coming for you all." Everyone stays completely still. This was one of his lesser speeches. "For too long now, I have had great members of my team come up dead from a botched job. I found someone last night who refused to say who he was working for. But, he was all too informative to who they were out for. Well, he's dead now." You notice a woman shift and her face crumbles. "Chic was his name, he was about this tall." He does a gesture to show. "I found it euphoric to watch him die. By my own hand too."
    "Lady in the fifth row," you say in his ear. "Brown hair brown eyes. Tanned skin." He follows your eyes looking at the woman.
    "I made sure he was are of what he'd gotten himself into before I shot him in the chest and watch him bleed to death. Once I find out who he was working for, they will not have an easier fate," he said giving Fangs the go. "If I do not get answers more will die too. Get that through your god damn heads. So, if you're after me or Y/N, know that I am not one to give second chances." He pulls his gun from his side and Fangs gives a gesture. He shoots the woman and every jumps away. "Remember that."
    "Who do you think it is?" You ask as he pulls you from the crowd.
    "I don't know," he says quietly. "I have a few guesses but it's too messy. I hope I have the point across now though."
    "Babe," you put a hand on his chest. "I'm sure it will be okay."
    "Knock knock," a voice rings and he pauses. "Jonesy, how good it is to see you. And what a show." You turn to face the girl. She had to be at least your age. "That's what I miss about you."
    "Cooper," he says. You could feel his whole body shift. "What do you want? Don't you have lives to end? Or did you come here to get back at me for killing your henchman."
    "You think it's me after you?" She laughs. "Please, if I wanted someone dead they would be dead. You know that. Though sometimes it doesn't stick." She runs her hand up his arm and pokes his chest. "How's your bullet wound? I do hope something was left behind."
    "Got it all out actually," he says. "Now, if it wasn't you. Then why are you here?"
    "I wanted to see you. I've missed you," she smiles sweetly.
    "Right," he laughs now. "Well you've seen me now leave me alone."
    "I'm sure Veronica would love to see you too. Too bad she couldn't make it," she sighs. "She would love to see a show like that. And who is this? Another whore to show off for the day then dump in a halfway house later?"
    You laugh now, "please... I heard that's what he did with you. Or did he even give you that much?" Her nose flares. "By the looks of it, I'm an upgrade and you... You're the trashed piece of hardware that doesn't work anymore."
    "Ha," she laughs though no humor was present. "What a piece of work. Where did you find her, Juggie? I'd love to get piece of her."
    "She's not up for sharing," he says. "But, I'm sure there are some eligible candidates around here. Try Sweet Pea, he's still recovering from the last time."
    "Too bad," she looks you over. "I'd love to see what that tongue does. Give me call." She hands you a card.
    Jughead pulls you away now, "sorry about her."
   "That was Betty Cooper?" You ask. "Dark Betty? Someone who kills and makes it look accidental?" He nods. "Alright. You had a thing with her?" He nods again. "And she wants a thing with me? Why?"
    "She wants what she can't have," he explains. "But, she won't do anything unless asked. You shouldn't have to worry about her jumping you at parties."
    "I'm more afraid of her killing me."
    "She's not going to do that either. She knows who you are now and she likes you. She won't kill you until she gets with you. And even then if she likes you enough, you will come out alive," he explains. "She only kills on occasion. It's very rare. And, I like to think of her as a friend."
    "A friend?"
    "Oh yeah," he nods. "We've helped each other on more than one occasion. So, if need be... I'll ask her to take you." You stop now and he looks at you. "This is not up for discussion. Betty is the only outside person who I trust to relocate someone without a trace. She is very talented at what she does."
    "What about you? Who would I go with?" You ask.  "If you send me off alone?"
     "I'd send you with Fangs," he explains. "You would go out of the country and use fake aliases. I would have multiple ready for you. But, we aren't there. We only get there when someone is getting to close." You nod knowing this was just like the night before. "You did wonders with Betty though. I've never seen her so speechless."
    "Well," you sigh. "I guess that's one thing I'm good at." He gives you a look. "Making top notch killers speechless." He laughs as he guides you to a table.