The Devils Heaven

Chapter :11

Noah closed the door behind him and sighed deeply, closing his eyes and leaning his head back on the door.

"It's okay, everything will be okay. Don't panic… I did this many times, this time it's no change except the time difference… but it's for Liam. " Noah muttered, patting his chest where his heart is beating loudly and at full speed.

"I just have to be strong and it will be over in no time. I can do this. It's just for a night then I can go home and rest. It's not a big deal. Yes just… relax" Noah comforted himself, kept muttering reassuring words to himself while breathing in and out deeply to calm his racing heart.

Noah closes his eyes and exhales, feeling a bit calm. He walked forward and looked around the bathroom for possible lingerie his customer may have arranged for him to wear.

He saw the fabric on the counter and walked closer, taking the cloth in his hands, he frowned deeply.

"He wants me to wear this… ? " He says in disbelief and looks through the fabric by hanging it in front of his face in the air.

What he had imagined when Jacob told him to change his clothes is the revealing lingerie that would be useless because they always have only thin straps that cover nothing in his body and leavy so many rashes on his sensitive skin because of the roughness-- but he sure as hell didn't imagine a white button-up shirt which is so soft and extra-large with silk underwear and not a lace one, it can fully hide his private body parts and the one he usually wears.

Why does the man want him to wear something which is not revealing at all? Is this a mistake?

Noah knitted his eyebrows. "The guy sure is weird"

He sighs and looks at the shirt again and just decides to wear it, it's not like there's anything else in the bathroom he can find which is close to lingerie.

Meanwhile, the young mafia in the room just stands near the big window and stares outside with no emotion on his face. The scared face of the dancer had him boiling in anger and frustration with himself.

He doesn't f****** know how to make him not afraid of the mafia, but he kept failing and that provoked him.

West never fails. It's his rule and the fact that had him always been proud and overconfident of himself.

The fact that the world is just scared of his name is too prideful for the mafia. He had killed many people in his life, run many illegal business that the police have not any idea and they won't know about it either ever and this matter, the dancer whom he can't even think of scaring, whom he doesn't want to scare, for whom he wants to learn to be gentle once in his life-- whom he wants to show the different side of him -- not the West one, he wants to be Jacob for him.

And the reality that he can't get a grip on himself and keeps letting the dangerous and dark West out instead of what he planned on learning to be a gentle Jacob is making him mad and frustrated.

Jacob furrowed his eyebrows and gritted his teeth, wanting to punch the wall so hard but he doesn't want to scare the already afraid dance-

"Uh-huh. No West-- he's not just a dancer. He is Noah Jason aka someone you are doing all this bullshits for! " Jacob threw his head back and pulled out the cigarette from his pocket, plucking the stick in between his lips and pulled open the lighter but stopped suddenly in thought.

Every single person in the club smokes and Noah had been sleeping with a lot of men.. Inhaling a lot of smoke and must not like the smell, it must irritate him.

The Mafia looks down at the lighter for a second and closes it after, looking at the smokestack and frowned.

"He mustn't like cigarettes either if he doesn't drink… '' Jacob crushed the stick in his hand and flick it outside of the window and turned back to stare around the luxurious suite.

He had been smoking before Noah came and the smell is still lingering in the air.

Is this the reason why he's not getting comfortable with me? He must have been getting the same vibe from me as his other customers… .

Jacob smirked in victory. Finally he found the reason as to why after so many tries Noah was still looking scared of him.

He instantly went to the dresser to find something that can replace the sickening smell of the cigarettes, finding nothing but his cologne. Jacob took it out and sprayed it all around the room and threw the ashes of the cigar and also sprayed in front of the air conditioner so it could spread the fragrance of the cologne around the room.

Feeling satisfied after spraying it in his clothes too so he doesn't smell either , West smirked and sighed in confidence as he inhaled around the area and didn't smell the smell of burnt weed. "Now he will be fine"

While inside the bathroom Noah sighs as he looks at himself in the mirror after he puts down the tissues which he used in wiping the makeup off.

He couldn't even look at himself without feeling disgusted and shameful. His whole body was littered in bruises and horrible marks. His face was ruined and swollen, everything about him disgusts Noah.

He sighs and adjusts the shirt he was wearing, it reached till his thighs and was so large that it also covered his fingers, making sweater paws. The shirt smells very nice and was soft to touch

He sighs knowing it won't be too long that the shirt is going to be ripped apart and the nightmare will begin.

Holding the doorknob he swallowed the lump in his throat. "This is it. No way to run anymore. Be calm and brave"

And he opens the door and expects another painful night--as his fate being so ignorant and cruel to him.

Jacob turns back to stare at the beauty in front of him, his eyes gazed down to up slowly printing the beautiful art and it's every detail in his head.

F***! He looks so… cute yet insanely hot in my shirt.

Noah walks closer, looking directly at Jacob, legs almost wobbling at the intense stare of the male.

Jacob steps closer, second time feeling his heart thumping weirdly against his ribcage, the first when he saw the dancer in the park, eyes scanning everything and hand clenching in anger when he was closer enough to mingle their breaths and all those bruises on his face and exposed skin of his neck.

Noah noticed Jacob's eyes landing on the bruises and bit his lips in worry. "Um.. Please ignore them. They are from other customer and I don't heal easily so they don't go away"

Jacob didn't listen as he was planning in his mind on how to torture the person who's the cause of all those painful marks on his body.

His eyes stuck at the several awful bruises when he touched Noah's cheek with the tip of his fingers being careful not to be harsh and hurt him more, eyes unconsciously and without even noticing flickering gentleness and worry when he whispered. "Does it hurt bad? "

Noah gasps internally, eyes going wide for a split second when he registered the words that left from his customer's mouth.

Jacob didn't wait for the answer as he gently caressed his thumb over Noah's bottom lip, eyes flickering from every pretty features and perfection to the flaws and imperfections on his face.

Jacob tsked when he saw pimples on Noah's bruised up face. "Stop using makeup, it is irritating your skin and will infect your wounds. No wonder they are not healing" He says, making his voice as low as he can so he doesn't scare him.

Jacob moves his chin up and stares at his neck, so many dark purple and blue hickies/bruises were spread along his neck with deep bite marks.

"They must hurt a lot, right? " Jacob again muttered, in a daze and in full control to contain his anger and just focus on Noah.

Noah stares at the male in front of him with nothing to say in return, too confused and in disbelief to try and understand the weird male and his odd behavior towards him.

"Why do you care? " Noah voiced his confusion.

"Why don't you leave this job? Why you choose to be a prostitute. Why don't you leave it and be just a dancer and stripper? " Jacob spoke voice getting deeper and angrier.

"It's none of your business! " Noah gritted his teeth, the man kept asking the personal question which is out of his comfort zone and it irks him how he had the audacity to question him like this.

"But it's hurting you! Can't you see it! Your whole body is littered with bruises and bite marks! It sure is not making you feel good! Why don't you go and find some other job! Why are you hurting yourself like this! "

Noah looks at him with a blank face as he steps back, seething in anger and disbelief. "For you, it's very easy to say this! Because you never have to go through the phases of life! You've all the money you ever need! But only the one who is going through the same knows how it feels! So it would be really very appreciative if you stop mending my personal matters and start doing what I am here for! " Noah said loudly, each word leaving his mouth, hands cleaning around the cuff of the sleeves and he breathed heavily.

Jacob's expression changed and he looked at Noah emotionless . "Stop telling me what to do and what not" He yanked the prostitute by his waist causing Noah to hiss silently and land on the man's body with his palms flat on his built chest.

"And watch your pretty mouth if you want to survive this night, understood" Jacob didn't mean it that way, he just wanted to give an innocent threat so Noah doesn't go out of his hand not thinking that he might look scary and Noah was intimidated by his threat and looked down.

Noah felt the hands on his waist soften. They were not gone, the hands were still there pressed to his body but not applying any pressure-- the hands were not squeezing his waist painfully.. Actually, it did the opposite. They started to rub his back up and down not in a manner that always disgusts him-- but in a way that had him goosebumps all over his body.

The stripper looks up, staring at the dark eyes of the male that had a hit of guilt and frustration in them but they were gone just in seconds but the eyes were still soft and not cold and hard.

Jacob leans forward, breath hitting Noah's cheeks as he gazes at the bruise under his left eyes against the side of his nose.

Aiming to it, Jacob pressed his lips against the mark and pecked it softly. Noah's breath hitched as it made him close his eyes at the very soft touch.

Just like that, his eyes landed on the mark on the side of his eyebrows, noticing how there were small moles on his face that were hidden by the makeup before.

Leaning a bit up, his lips gave a soft peck to another bruise.

Jacob's index finger brushes the pimple on Noah's cheek as his eyes flickered towards the sharp jawline of the dancer and he saw the cut there, thus also pecking it softly.

Slowly and with utmost care the Mafia could muster he kisses down his neck and towards his shoulder because the shirt was too large on the small figure of the dancer it slipped down his shoulder and showed off his prominent collarbones that looked too pretty to Jacob to stick his eyes on the particular place a little longer.

Noah's hand trembled in anticipation and he chose you not to open his eyes doesn't want to see his own nightmare that has now started, with open eyes.

Jacob kept pecking wherever he sees the bite mark or dark bruises, printing the image of the painful marks in his mind and letting the burn of revenge consume his sense and staring at each and every mark on Noah's body, so he can make the culprit #suffer from each burning anger within him.

He pulls away finally, hands moving from his back to his sides of waist feeling every curve and nook of his body, when he gazes up at the stripper who has his eyes tightly shut while biting his lips.

Jacob cup his cheek, eyes stuck on his full cherry lips that were in between his teeth and carefully freed the poor flesh to not be abused further than it already is.

Noah opened his eyes and glanced up at the male in front of him, who was staring at him with such curiosity and intensity in his eyes that it made his heart beat faster against his chest.

Jacob backed away, holding Noah's wrist gently and pulled him towards the bed, letting go of his hands he opened the drawer and pulled out the medicine kit he had instructed Sam to prepare in advance.

Jacob sits on the bed and places the kit beside him, Noah looked at him with a mild confusion in his cute doe eyes when the mafia patted his own thighs and urged Noah to sit on it.

Without another word Noah hesitantly came forward and sat on the strong thighs of the mafia, already used to sitting on people's thighs so it didn't shock him.

Jacob opened the kit and pulled out the medicine tube, knowing which medicine to use after running a mafia for years, he had been injured a lot while on several missions.

The mafia boss cleans his own hands first then pushes a generous amount of medicine on his fingers, he doesn't need to disinfect it as it looked like someone had already done it for him or maybe Noah did it himself.

He carefully pushes Noah's chin up and slowly rubbed the ointment cream on each of his bruises, receiving silent hisses of pain and confused stares.

"S-Sir w-"

"I told you to call me Jacob" The raven head muttered without even looking at his face, too focused on mending his wounds.

"What are you doing. S-Stop it! " Noah let out breathily, whimpering when the skin where Jacob has already applied the drug starts to burn and throb.

Jacob looks up in concern when he hears the painful whimpering. "What's wrong? "

"Stop! I-It burns! " Noah tried to back away and clean the medicine from his neck so it stops stinging when Jacob holds his waist tightly and prevents him from moving.

"Shh, don't touch it. I know, it will burn for a while as your wounds are deep and some of them are old, that gets worse since you choose not to care for them and kept applying makeup on which has a lot of bruises already" Jacob says, unconsciously scolding him and rubbing his bare thighs at the same time to comfort him.

Noah whimpered more, the sting was too much for him to handle as it felt like someone was burning him alive.

"S-Stop… Please! " Noah almost begs in pain causing Jacob to frown in worry and also anger.

Fuck, just let me have my hands on you bastard! If I won't make you beg for your death for making Noah go through such a pain then the West will be the biggest failure! And West never fails.

Jacob holds Noah's both hands bringing it around his shoulders and placing it there. "Here, squeeze my shoulder whenever it gets too painful to handle- and yeah you can go as hard as you want " Saying this the older pulled Noah closer and started to blow softly on the wounds where he had already applied the medicine, maybe it will help Noah.

Slowly his one hand rubbed his back in soothing while the other continued to apply the cream on his skin.

"Can I open it up? " Jacob asks, holding the shirt button, don't ask why he just feels to have Noah's permission first, But he does.

After all, he doesn't want Noah to think of him as his other customers.

Noah was too busy containing the burning sensation on his neck to argue and just nodded his head, besides it's not like he has any other choice other than obeying with a Yes.

Jacob slowly opened a few of the other shirt buttons to reveal some more marks, but it looked more like handprints that took the face of those ugly bruises.

Kissing the marks softly he applied the medicine on the thankfully not so deep marks which might have hurt Noah more than he already is from the way he was clutching his shirt so tight and sometimes squeezing his shoulder with all his might.

After also taking care of Noah's face, Jacob wiped his hands clean and held the younger's waist while one hand moved to his hair and awkwardly patted his head which also he has seen in a video saying that this was one of the gentle and comforting touches for the other person.

Noah sniffs eyes getting teary while his hands keep bunching Jacob's shirt in his palms so tight , his knuckles were turning white at the death grip. "R-Remove it please.. It - it burns so bad.. " Noah cried out, sending an unexpected sharp sting across the mafia's heart which left him shaken.

Jacob held his hands caressing the back of knuckles softly and letting Noah squeeze it to his wish. "Just a few minutes, then it will be gone. I promise" the mafia tried to console while blowing on all over the others' necks to cool down the sting as much as he could.

Noah sighs, shaking, hiccuping while his hold loosens on the mafia's hands as the burn finally turns bearable but it was still present.

Jacob caressed his hair and stood up making Noah yelp at the sudden action, the taller male bends down placing Noah on the bed making sure the pillow was rightly adjusted under his head and pulled back, pulling the cover over the dancer's, who stared at him with teary eyes.

"Why did you do this? " Noah asks weakly.

Jacob sighs and removes the fringes from the petit males eyes, "For humanity or maybe because I wanted to? " The mafia wasn't sure himself.

"Why are you not doing anything for what I am here for? " Noah asks further, not understanding the exact meaning behind what the other male was trying to do.

"How are you so sure that I booked you only to f*** you hm? And ask yourself, are you ready to take more pain than it already is? ":Jacob spoke in a low voice, eyes staring at the stripper intently.

" I-I Am! Of course, I am, it's what I get money for. I am rea--" Noah hastily voices out, frowning.

"If you're thinking that I won't give you your pay… " Jacob started standing up and dusting his clothes. ".. Then you don't have to worry. I have already sent your payment to your boss, it might have already deposited to your account"

Noah sat up on the bed and looked at Jacob with seriousness and irritation in his eyes. "Why did you pay me for a night when you don't want to F*** me?! "

Jacob glanced at the smaller and smirked. "Now may I also say that it's none of your business " He mocked the stripper just like the way the latter had spit at him.

Noah shut his mouth and looked in disbelief at the male who turned on his back sitting on the sofa , pulled out his phone and started typing.

"Go to sleep, you need it" That's the only thing Jacob says as he didn't even spare him another glance.

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The Hard core mafia needs to learn many things……

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