The Devils Heaven

Chapter : 10

"F****** hell!! "

Jacob paced around the room back and forth, one of his hands in his hairs tugging them harshly as he sat on the bed. Legs bouncing up and down unconsciously.

He glanced at the watch in his wrist, gritting his teeth in irritation and pulled out his phone.

He hates it when people aren't on time, he hates waiting.

"Where is V?! He should have been here five minutes ago! " The mafia snapped on the phone just as the other person picked up.

"Relax West, he's on his way. I can't believe you sent two guards and a driver to pick him up. It's ridiculous! You never acted like this before. What's wrong with you? "

Jacob knit his eyebrows at Yuta's words and replied instead.

"Did they touch him in any way? "

He heard the other sigh on the other line.

"I wasn't there, West. I have more concerns to focus onto than seeing whether your boytoy safely reached the hotel! "

Yuta exaggerated.

Jacob growled under his throat as his face twisted in outrage. "Watch your mouth, Min! This should be the last time you used this word for him, is that clear? "

Yuta rolled his eyes at him and scoffed.

"You're going insane, West. You don't even know his name yet you're acting this way. I am not understanding anything. "

"You don't need to understand either so just shut the f**k up and mind your business! You know very well to not put your ass in my personal matters or I won't be guilty about the consequences! " Jacob spoke with a growl in his deep under tone underground accent and cut the call without hearing anything more.

He tosses the phone on the table opposite to him and huffs, picking up his already lit cigar and placing it in between his lips, inhaling it forcefully and pulling out just to exhale the smoke out of his mouth.

Just then he heard the soft knock on the door and stared at it for a second, taking another blow of the smoke crushing it in the glass bowl then stood up, adjusting his coat.

West sighed deeply and looked at himself in the full-length mirror inside the private suite and combed his messy hair from pulling earlier with his fingers and checked his appearance one last time and walked towards the door.

He opened the suite door and there stood the male he was waiting for and was getting eager by passing second, in all his glory. The male wore more simple clothes that fitted him perfectly and showed off his curve that had him distracted from for a second.

Noah looked up at the male standing at the door and felt a bit stunned to see a somewhat good looking and quite young male than most of his customers.

He saw him folding his hands against his chest while looking at him with raised eyebrows and a hint of annoyance in his sharp eyes.

"You're seven minutes late. Care to tell me your excuse? " Jacob knitted his eyebrows with angry eyes, voice hard and cold.

Noah swallowed the bail and looked down, clearing his throat as the fake hope and reassurance he gave himself for the night to go a bit less painful went right out of his body, the male's voice itset gave a dominant aura with the way his voice is so deep and hard to his ears- not that he wasn't used to it but it still made him uneasy.

"I am sorry, sir. I was stuck in a personal matter" Noah says with his hands fisted by his sides encircling behind his back.

Jacob's eyes twitched in annoyance, he hates when people don't obey his rules and aren't punctual.

He steps aside to give a place for him to enter the room. Noah heavily walked forward, every step feels like a heavyweight to even move and how every gut in him is screaming at him to run back and save himself from this, yet he can't do anything then to swallow his nervousness and enter the spacious luxury suite which was quite exaggerating for a night, since they were just going to have s*x but he can't say anything, the unfamiliar male looks rich and quite arrogant so it wasn't that surprising.

Jacob closed the door and strolled inside behind Noah who was standing in front of the bed.

Noah looked around a bit, seeing the king-sized bed in the middle of the room with sofas and seats close to it with a big closet on the side and a full-length mirror in front of him. The suite looks quite fancy and expensive.

Feeling a bit grateful and relieved that the bedsheet is not a silk maroon color instead it was white and looks soft and comfortable just from afar. He hates those red satin sheets, they give him uneasy feelings that creep him out doubling the fear he always has when given his

body to someone else to do whatever they want.

He sighs and looks back to see the handsome male standing there and staring at him intently. Noah realizes his mistake and quickly gets back to work for what he's here and gets paid for.

He places his little bag down which has extra clothes for safety purposes for whenever his customers shred his clothes into pieces and use him with torn clothes, too horny and impatient to completely undress him.

He starts to come forward and unbutton his shirt's buttons, that's what his customers want, they want the immediate actions so not even a minute goes to waste. Some of the customers would start their session from the second their eyes land on the prostitute, they directly jump at him and tear his clothes for better access, nit even let him breathe and came inside the room.

Jacob furrowed his eyebrows at the action the stripper made while he was observing him and realized what he was doing which made his eyes twitch.

"What are you doing! " He asked coldly.

Noah looked up and knitted his eyebrows, hands halting on the third button. "Um.. I am undressing? "

Noah flinched slightly at the booming voice of the male and gulped, teeth took the flesh of his bottom lip and he looked down to show his obedience to the male.

Why did he flinch? Wasn't I gentle enough?

"S-Sorry sir… " Noah stuttered, hurriedly apologizing, feeling panic remorse creep through him. Fear of making his customer unsatisfied with him. What if they cut off his pay? He needs the money at any cost. He can't make mistakes, at the same time he doesn't want to look hopeless but that's what turns on most of his customers.

His desperation to get out of this literal nightmare.

Jacob cleared his throat.

Fuck it doesn't seem like I was gentle at all.

"It's fine, button up your shirt and go sit on the bed, " He said as much in a gentle tone as he could make an effort but it came as a strict order from his mouth.

Cursing himself internally the mafia saw the petition male nod in obedience and walked to sit on the bed.

West closed his eyes shut tight and clenched his fist in concentration and repeated in his fist in concentration and repeated in his mind to remind himself to not become the Mafia West that the world is afraid of, at the moment.

This is the male he wanted to know and had to be more cautious with. His sharpness and dark soul won't help him in this matter. He needs to be a different person in front of the prostitute sitting on the bed, if he wants to find answers to why he can't seem to get him out of his head and this weird sensation in his body whenever he sees him.

Gentle West, you just have to be gentle and make him comfortable, it doesn't sound that hard.

Jacob sighs, eyes frowning in stress when he walks closer to the sitting male towards the bed but halted in his steps when he remembered back what Sam had told him.

The first and significant step is to give them space and don't enter their comfort zone.

He turns on his heel smoothly and walks towards the chair instead which was closer to the bed and in a bit of distance so he wouldn't be too far from the stripper and not too close to him either, he was at a safe distance.

Feeling satisfied with one thing he did right, he leans forward and places his elbows on his thighs, intertwining his fingers in the air.

Noah felt the burning stare on him and nibbled on his bottom lip roughly and fiddled with his fingers to distract himself.

"What's your name? " Jacob gritted his teeth in anger when Noah instantly looks up with wide eyes, startled from the sudden booming voice in the pin-drop silent room.

F*** you, West! You were supposed to ask it softly!

He cleared his throat and tried to make his face as less scary as possible by stretching his lips to hopefully give a comforting smile but what he didn't know is that it seemed like a perverted smirk which made Noah gulp his saliva and sigh.

"V" He replied shortly.

Jacob tsked unwillingly. "I mean your real name. "

Noah looks at him in confusion and bewilderment. First of all, he was confused about why the male is not pouncing right onto what he's here for and now this question, he doesn't like the way he was acting so strangely.

"Why do you want to know my real name? " He asked instead, voicing out his confusion.

"Just answer what I've asked for, don't ask back! " The mafia male snapped.

Noah sighs again looking down, he can't oppose the higher male who can easily complain about him and he might not be paid and honestly, he's not into finding any troubles anymore and mutters under his breath. "Noah Jason. "

Jacob hit his fists on his forehead when Noah wasn't looking to control the unnecessary stress and anger in his body.

He once again cleared his throat and remembered Sam's words when he told him how to make his voice soft.

The West never fails and it will stay the same.

"Nice name, I am We- Jacob, call me Jacob. " The mafia said and prevented himself from exposing the unnecessary details about himself.

Noah nodded in response. "Okay"

Jacob stands up and walks towards the small bar in the suite and picks up the bottle, filling two glasses while Noah abuses his lips and wriggles with his fingers.

He was never like this, he never had the time to talk and think or even say a word. He's used to getting attacked and instantly got to pleasure his customers but right now the odd male whose piercing eyes look so dark and emotionless while his voice so deep and shivering cold was making him anxious.

What made it worse and he feels his heart leaping out of his chest is that the said male wasn't even looking interested in f****** him and that made the fear creep into him when he thought of what reason could be for the young male to book him for a whole night.

"So tell me more about yourself" Jacob inquired, coming closer with two glasses of red liquid and gave it to Noah who refused politely.

"Sorry, but I don't drink," Jacob chuckled.

"I expected, that's why I prepared juice for us" Jacob shook both the glasses in front of his face and nodded in assurance.

"I am not in the mood to drink either, anyways" Noah smiled a little and hesitantly took the glass in his hands.

He was never offered by his customers like this, this was the first time someone even let him breathe in the room and to be honest his throat was dry just thinking about the upcoming night that is still young, so a bit of liquid would be great to calm his nerves.

"Thanks."

Jacob nodded. "So? I asked you something" The way he was struggling to keep his voice low and a bit gentle would be an understatement.

He f****** feels weird and awkward to listen to his own voice.

"There's nothing actually to say, I am a stripper and prostitute, that's all you need to know to f*** me, " Noah says, trying to make his voice steady and not stutter while his grip tightens on the glass.

The male was making him scared by his odd behavior. He's not here to give an interview about himself.

Jacob looks amused while he sips from his glass of juice.

"That eager, I see" Noah internally rolled his eyes, that's what his all customers assume smugly.

"We will get to it later, don't worry. By the way how long are you working as a prostitute? " Jacob said ,again sitting on the chair and looking at him intently.

"Why are you asking all of this anyways? Aren't you wasting your time" Noah spoke instead, getting a bit creeped out by the sudden questions from the stranger, well kind of.

Jacob looks away while his tongue digs deep in the inside of his cheek, in irritation and he closes his eyes. He easily gets pissed when not receiving his expected response and that was not a good sign at the moment.

Control West… don't lose your temper.. It's fine.. He's an exception…

Despite his continued attempt to calm himself, his dark pissed eyes gave away and he played with the glass, circling the liquid inside it by rolling the glass while gazing at the younger.

"You know what, Noah… " Jacob spoke as he stood up and walked closer to the male sitting on the bed grabbing his wrist, harshly pulling him up to stand on his feet.

Noah gasped at the sudden sharpness as his body collided with a buff and strong male chest and he stared at the dark eyes of the latter which made him gulp.

"I hate….hate when people ignore my wordt and spit out their own confusions when they should be answering my questions, " Jacob says, voice so deep and husky that it made Noah shiver in fear.

"Just because I am trying to be nice here doesn't mean I will keep tolerating your attitude. This was the second time you ignored me and make sure it would be the last time or the outcome won't be great because I don't like to repeat myself, is that clear? "

Noah wants to refuse and argue to the male towering over him with his angry scowl but he can't do this, his mouth is sealed because of his compulsion, he's in no place to talk back.

He nodded timidly and looked down, Muttering."Sorry, sir"

"Good" Jacob raised his face up by gently holding his chin with his finger and thumb, looking into the eyes of the petit male that had his body shook in its core and had him distracted from his everyday work.

"Don't make me mad and we can spend this night smoothly, hm" Jacob spoke lowly, hand going up from his chin to the cheeks that he ever so wanted to touch from the day he saw the younger at the park while going to his office.

His rough fingers rub onto smooth soft cheeks in a way that it looked like he's caressing it which had Noah's heart fasten in speed.

Jacob's curious eyes raked all over his face, slowly taking in all the beauty of his features and even his flaws that had him stepping closer so he could look more closely.

The finger by their own will moved a bit upwards and flicked the hair that were covering Noah's eyes away from it, revealing his thick eyebrows and a clear vision of his pretty for eyes, they were a pretty shade of brown. Jacob couldn't stop himself from drowning into those mysterious eyes that had a large thick wall to hide the true emotions behind it.

"Now answer my question. "

Noah sighs and mumbled, getting hypnotized by the way the young mystery male was looking at him and his fingers trailing on his face with a careful touch opposite to the way he acted before.

"Almost three years"

Jacob hummed." That long? What was the reason for you to choose this, because a person like you doesn't seem to be interested in this kind of work? " He asked, head tilting to the side while his thumb rubs the bone of Noah's cheek. His eyes caught something just beside the side of his nose and under his left eyes.

A small red mark peeking from where it was attempted to cover it and his fingers gently trailed it.

It was obvious Noah was wearing makeup and that fact doesn't sit well with the mafia's liking.

It means the natural beauty and every imperfections of his were hidden and that bothered Jacob more than he wanted .

Noah gulped but his face went blank and he let out his reply with much deepness in his voice not seen like a weakling for the other to control him.

"That's my personal matter which I am not comfortable sharing with any of my customers. Please respect my privacy. "

Jacob gazed at him for a minute and nodded in understanding. He doesn't want to pressure the male nor does he want to make him uncomfortable. That's the last thing he prefers.

Jacob's thumb kept caressing his cheek when he reached for Noah's hand, holding it carefully and pulling it closer to his lips and kissed his knuckles softly.

Noah's eyes visibly widened and he tried to back away from the strange gesture but Jacob his waist and pulled him closer to his body.

"W-what are you doing? " Noah stammered, looking at him baffled and jerked his hand back from the weird male's hold.

Jacob frowned.

Doesn't he like it? Was I harsh once again? He doesn't look pleased at all like it says in the video! F*** West he looks uncomfortable.

Jacob gritted his teeth, the videos he saw for hours said that it is a gentle gesture that makes the person you want to court or impress feel good and it's attractive.

Then why the hell Noah looks shocked by it. He will kill those actors for saying wrong things that are not true at all.

Jacob backed away immediately as to not make Noah more edgy and restless.

He sighs and turns his back on him and dig his clenched fist in his pants pocket.

"Go to the bathroom and get changed into what I prepared for you " His voice was once again deep and cold, no hint of gentleness when he glanced back at him slightly.

"And remove that makeup off of your face and wherever you have applied it. I don't like it" Noah nodded at first but bites his lips at the second order.

"But si-" He tried to protest at the makeup part since he doesn't want to reveal those pathetic bruises on his body and face. The other will be grossed-out and might cancel the night.

"Do as I say, you want your pay or not? " Jacob roared, eyes squinting which made Noah immediately shut up and nod.

He bowed and quickly walked towards the bathroom door, sighing and hoping for the night and time to pass quickly so he could leave from there.

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Now the two main characters have met….. Let's see how it goes…. Will Noah ever be able to be comfortable or will the Mafia be ever soft…..

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