Mafia's Pet

ii - s*x is a great invention

“write me love notes with your nails on my back, and i'll write them with my tongue between your thighs.”

**

“Listen to me Ryan,” Ivy snapped once again when Ryan turned his back to her, completely ignoring her.

“No.”

“No? You can't just say no!” Ivy's eyes thundered, her amber eyes usually had a sparkle in them. A glimpse of mischief. But they were mat now, anger had glazed over them.

“I can say whatever the f**k I want, Holland.” Ryan spun around to face Ivy, getting dangerously close to her face. “Get it through your thick skull. You and Valentino are not allowed to be here, when we are having those meetings. We will not allow you to be put in danger.”

“But we already know a lot!” Ivy argued. “And, we can still be held hostages. You guys care about us, you care about Quinn. Krieger knows that!”

She was stubborn, the whole house knew that. If she wanted something, she would always get it and this was something she wanted. She had fought for it for months.

Ryan sighed heavily as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He had bags under his grey eyes, he wasn't sleeping properly. There were problems around them, problems he tried to protect the girls from. “I know.”

“So?”

“No.”

“I swear to God Ryan. I-”

“Why do you want to be involved? Tell me why.” Ryan cuts her off before she gets to finish her sentence, and his question takes her by surprise.

“Uh..”

“See, you don't even know. You're just some curious little girl.” He states before walking away. Ivy's urge to strangle the life out of him got bigger with every step he took away from her.

“No! Well yes, but that's not it. I feel like a slut, like I'm just here to f**k you guys and put on a f*****g show. I want to be involved so I don't just feel like I'm being used for s*x. Or am I just being used for s*x?”

“You're not, and you know that. We took you in when everyone else didn't want you. Your dad were a part of this, and we promised to take care of you as you grew older. I don't give a f**k about you having s*x with them, if you like it and they like, do it.” He had turned around with a sad look in his eyes. He had known her dad, both him and the Boss. Yet she didn't know them until her foster parents had kicked her out, and she didn't know who to turn to.

She had Quinn but she comes from a poor family, and Ivy knew they couldn't take her in. It wouldn't be fair of her to have them spend money, that they didn't have, on her. So she lived on the streets until one day when Ryan found her.

He had seen her sleeping on a bench in the park for some days, and after becoming worried for her, knowing her parents were dead, he had the Mafia take her in. And Quinn followed. Quinn knew if she came with Ivy that her parents would have more money for themselves, but she still visits them almost every day.

It didn't take long for the Mafia to accept her and Quinn. How she came to sleep with them is not a thing that she remembered, but she's not complaining. You could almost call it freedom, knowing she has this .. power, that only she can control. Since she hadn't been able to control anything else in her life.

“Then let me in further. I can do paperwork, work as a secretary, take phone calls. Whatever. I want to be let in. Along with Quinn. We're strong. Teach us self defense. Teach us how to sense danger.” Ivy spoke and the confidence was clear in her voice. She is not afraid. She is not afraid. She is not afraid.

Okay, maybe a little afraid. Aren't we all?

“One condition.” Ivy cheered inside her head, trying to hold it in, not letting him know how happy he just made her.

“And that is?”

“You listen to every word I say. If I say go, you go. If I say sit, you sit. No complaining.” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the tabletop.

“I'm not a dog.”

“Not saying you are. This is for your protection.” Ivy rolled her eyes at him which caused him to squint his eyes at her.

“Fine. When do we start training?”

“Right now. Go find Quinn and change clothes, I'm going to talk to Cam.” His eyes widened as he said the name, but he was quickly out of the room. Who the hell is Cam?

**

“Ever fought before?” Ivy opened her mouth, but didn't get the chance to say anything. “A real fight. Not some girly fight at high school.” She shut her mouth as quick as she had opened it, and shook her head alongside Quinn.

“Okay. Close your hands like you're going to punch something.” Gabriel walked around them while Ryan just looked from the side.

Gabriel was the fighter. The tough guy. You did not want to get on his bad side, just saying.

“Let me see,” Quinn and Ivy were facing each other with Gabriel standing between them. He took a hold of Quinns hand and shook his head. “Don't wrap your fingers around your thumb, that's a sure way of breaking it. Do like Ivy, the four fingers curled to touch the palm and your thumb leaning against them.” He rearranged her fingers – just like he rearrange Ivy's guts. Cough. Sidetrack.

He pulled the girls over to a punching bag and had both of them punch it, surely to see how bad they were.  

“Okay, it could be worse. When you punch make sure to stand firm on the ground. You're punching with your right hand, so take a small step forward with your left foot. Try punching forward, make sure you're standing in a good way.”

This probably isn't things you'd think about if you're getting in a fight on a parking lot because you took someone's parking space, but it could be important for Ivy and Quinn.

“Good, now you can get more force in your punch. When you punch, look at me, turn your upper body with your punch. Say if I'm punching Ryan, come here,” he waved at Ryan, who came over looking bored. This probably wasn't what he had in mind to do on a Wednesday evening.

“See how I'm turning. I'm swinging my arm slightly upwards and turning my upper body. That's one way,” he said while doing the motions towards Ryan, “If you want to get in a prober head punch, you turn your hand a little bit and go straight up, aiming for his head. Now, you can also do a kidney punch. You do the same, but go for his sides instead.”

“Here,” he threw two gloves at Ryan who caught them with ease. “Quinn you go with Ryan, Ivy you're with me.” Quinn and Ryan walked over to the other side of the gym, while the other two stayed.

“We're starting easy. Get in position, and hit my gloves. Ten hits, left, right, left, right.” Ivy sure as hell was gonna be sore tomorrow.

“Again. Faster.” She took a deep breath, got in position and did it faster. He didn't say when to stop so she continued, sweat making it's way down her cheek.

“Stop. Take a break, then we'll do it again with some of the other techniques.”

Ivy bumped into Quinn in the bathroom, she looked like she had been run over by a truck. 10 times. Ivy couldn't help but notice the smear of makeup under her eyes, when she looked in the mirror.

“I am not in good enough shape to do this. And I have to do it in front of the guy I like. Thanks.” Ivy gave Quinn a big smile and jumped up to sit on the table next to the sink. The sarcasm had been clear in Quinns voice.

“At least you get to spend some time alone with him. If he runs away scared after this, I'll take the blame.”

She splashed some water on her, clearly not happy with the idea of him running away scared from her. It was clear to Ivy that Quinn liked him, and that he liked her. Hell, it was clear to all of them.

“Oi, be nice to me.” Ivy cupped her hands under the water, letting it fill them up before throwing it up at Quinn. A shrill left her throat before she started laughing. It didn't take long for a hard knock to land on the door.

“Get out. We have more work to do.” Ivy looked over at Quinn before they both groaned. They might be regretting wanting to have a bigger part in the Mafia.

**

“Are you trying to kill us?” Quinn fell onto the couch in exhaustion. It didn't take long for Ivy to fall onto the other couch.

“I have thought about it,” Ryan admitted with a sly smile, Ivy couldn't see it but she could hear it in his voice. He found it funny. Tyrant.

“Be nice to the kids Karas.” Daniel came into the living room and threw himself onto the third couch – there are a lot of people in this house, they need lots of seating, - after turning on the ps4.

“Hey, we aren't kids.” Quinn and Ivy protested at the same time. Ivy could practically hear the boys looking at each other before they burst out laughing. Idiots.

“You are 20 and 21, you are kids.”

“Yeah well, you're f*****g this kid. So think twice about that.” Ivy threw a pillow at Daniel with a glare before getting up.

“Watch it, or you are not getting any.” He threatened making her laugh. Not because it was funny, but because of the mistake he just made. Oh that silly fool.

“There are 3 others for me to f**k, and speaking of...” Ivy trailed off and left the room. She wanted to find Gabriel, and she knew just where. They had left him in the gym after he almost killed them, but now she needed him.

“Gabrieeeeeel,” she sang after she had swung open the doors to the gym. He had his back to her and a jump rope in his hands, swinging it on beat with his feet leaving the floor.

For a few seconds she just stood there and admired the view. Seeing his muscles as he worked out, his panting, the sweat glistening on his body. It does something to a girl, and he was the right person to take care of it.

Now, don't you go thinking that she's in love with any of these guys, but a girl got needs. She just happen to have 4 guys to help her with those needs.

“Yes Ivy?”

“Take me.”

“What's the magic word?” He said with a grin and threw the jump rope on the ground, walking closer to her.

“Gabriel,” She grunted. Letting her hand fly towards his arm, as she wanted to slap him, but he caught it like the ninja he is. He grabbed her other hand with the same hand he had caught the other, forcing them both above her head and backed her up against the wall.

“You're going to be screaming that in a minute, but it's not the word I'm looking for.”

“Please, douchebag.”

“Good enough for me.” Her hands were still being held above her hands as he unbuckled her pants and then his own. It didn't take long for him to slide into her, and her head fell back against the wall with a moan escaping her red lips.

Sex is a great invention.