Last chapter!!

Warning: slight cursing

Every week, I would make up an excuse to sneak out of the mansion and see Spot. I would head to the Brooklyn Mafia- Spot had given an order to let me in immediately- and Spot and I would talk. We had agreed to take it slow, unlike last time. Sometimes Spot would take me on dates, but I insisted on not going to anywhere lavish or expensive. I wanted us to be as close to a normal couple as possible. The problem was that sense we already had sex, we knew what we were missing. Spot and I would find ourselves in intimate situations and have to restrain ourselves from doing anything more.

A bigger problem was that the Manhattan boys were getting suspicious.

I had hardly ever left the house, so when I started leaving weekly, they started to suspect something was up. I made excuses, like I had finally found a friend outside of the mansion or I wanted to go to the grocery store.

Eventually, right before I am going to visit Spot, Race and Crutchie pull me over.

"Jack wants to see you." Race says, crossing his arms.

"Can it wait?" I ask, jerking a thumb behind me, "I kinda have somewhere to be."

"That's actually what it's about." Crutchie says.

I look between them, glaring slightly. Once I realize that they aren't going to let me go, I huff and shove pass them. I stomp to Jack's office, Race and Crutchie trailing behind me, talking in hushed whispers.

I knock on Jack's door, but barge in without an answer. "You called?" I snark.

"Yes, Y/n/n." Jack doesn't look up from his papers, "I did." Davey sits in the chair opposite, looking over papers.

"Well?" I tap my foot impatiently, "What do you want?"

"Alright." Jack slams his hands down on his desk and stands, making Davey jump, "What the hell has gotten into you?" He walks around his desk and leans against it, "You were completely fine until the intruder showed up. You came home seeming a little sad. We all brushed it off. Then, the next week, you leave the house. You hardly ever leave the grounds! We thought it was something simple, but it kept happening! We just want to look out for you. We're your family, Y/n. Just tell us what's going on. Please."

Jack looks heartbroken and betrayed. I look at Race, Davey, and Crutchie. So do they.

"Do we have to beat someone up or...?" Jack tries to guess what's wrong.

"No." I swallow the harsh lump in my throat, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I-uh met someone."

"Ah." Davey smirks, "That explains it."

I nod awkwardly, rubbing my hands on my pants. "Can I go... or?" I ask.

"Ha!" Race laughs sarcastically, "No." He deadpans.

"When are we going to meet this person?" Jack asks coyly.

"Never." I say immediately.

"Aw, come on." Crutchie whines, "We have to intimidate them! It's our job!" He smiles.

"Yeah, no. Anyway... I'm gonna go." I try and push past Race, but he takes my shoulders and turns me back around.

"Yeah, no." He mocks me, "Call up your lover, and we're going to have a little chat with them."

I growl, "No." I jerk out of Race's grip.

"Y/n." Jack warns, "We have to make sure that this person is a good fit."

"You don't get to control my love life!" I say, throwing my hands in the air, "Only I get to know if the person is a good fit or not!"

The argument is interrupted by Jack's intercom buzzing. "Boss?" Mush's voice comes through crystal clear, "Uh... we have a situation."

Jack sighs and sits down at his chair. "What is it?" He rubs his temples.

"Uh... Conlon wants to see you."

My eyes grew wide, and I gasp. Luckily, it's covered up by Davey and Crutchie gasps too.

"What?" Jack hisses.

"Spot Conlon, leader of Brooklyn Mafia, is here to see you." Much repeats.

"I heard you the first time!" Jack retorts, "Send him in."

The intercom clicks off and it's silent for a good minute.

"What do you think he wants?" Crutchie asks carefully.

"I don't know." Jack grunts, rubbing his temples again.

"Do you want us to stay, boss?" Race asks.

"Yes." Jack says quickly and quietly. I know it's because he wants to look powerful with his right-hand men, and only girl at his side.

We nod and come to stand at his sides. Race and Davey are on his right side and Crutchie and I on his left. We stand, arms crossed. We all stare at the door, anticipating Spot. We don't talk, but I place a hand on Jack's shoulder and squeeze it in reassurance.

Even I don't know what Spot wants.

The doors open.

Spot strides in, cocky grin and all. He's wearing a suit and dress-shirt, first two buttons undone. His pants are crisp and clean, and his cap hangs low over his eyes.

"Hey Jackie boy." He smirks.

"What do you want?" Jack growls, cutting to the chase, "You know that this is our turf. You have no right to be here."

Spot's eyes flick around the room, eventually landing on me.

"Ah. Nothing much." He shrugs, "Just wanna see where Nickels was."

I tense up. Oh my god. He better not do what I think he's going to do.

"What do you mean?" Jack says lowly. He glances at me, an eyebrow raised.

"Oh, ya know." Spot continues, "Nickels was late for our weekly meeting."

"Weekly meeting?" Jack turns to me an crosses his arms, "Is this where you've been going all these days? Are you plotting against us or something? You do know what that's punishable by, right?"

I nod solemnly, "Jack, I know what the punishment is, but I swear to you that I'm not plotting against you."

"So you aren't seeing someone?" Crutchie asks quietly, "You lied to us?"

"No." I shake my head, backing up away from the desk. I go to stand a little in front of Spot. "I wasn't lying. I am seeing someone. Him." I jerk a thumb towards Spot and I can almost feel his smirk.

I wait for Jack's reaction. An outburst, a smile, anything.

But nothing.

He sits and stares, eyes flickering from me and Spot, who as taken to placing an arm around my shoulders. The fact that I don't shrug him off must say a lot to both mafia bosses.

"Is this a joke?" Jack asks after a long time.

"Afraid not." Spot says, kissing me on the cheek.

I bristle, whispering, "Not now."

"Why him?" Jack asks, not the question I was anticipating. "Why not Kid Blink, Mush, or- or even Race?"

"I mean, I'm down." Race smirks.

I glare at Race before telling Jack, "We met a couple years ago. We didn't really hit it off until a month or two ago."

"Well," Spot says, "We hit it off, Y/n just didn't want to meet again. Said she would get too attached."

"I did not say that!" I snap, "It was a one-night stand." I add, mumbling.

"Alright." Jack sits back in his chair.

"What?!" Everyone in the room asks at once.

"Boss." Davey leans down next to Jack and whispers some words into his ear.

They have a heated whisper discussion (you know what I'm talking about, right?) with lots of gestures.

After a minute or so, Davey bristles and stands straight again.

"You may date." Jack says, hands clasped on his desk.

I raise my eyebrows, "I don't think you get to choose who I date or not, but thank you for your approval."

"I get a say when it's the leader of an opposing gang." Jack says harshly.

I nod. I know when to shut up.

"Wonderful." Spot says, kissing me roughly on the lips, "I shall see you next week." He says to me, leaving me flustered from the kiss, "And as the rest of you," He turns to the four boys, "I hope I never see you again."

Spot gives us a mock salute and leaves promptly.

Silence follows him.

"I don't know what you see in him." Davey sighs.

"You could do better." Jack deadpans.

"Whatever makes you happy." Crutchie smiles.

"Asshole." Race mutters.

I sigh and run a hand over my face.