mob!jj x angel!reader ~ jj will kiss it better.
the scent of smoke and whiskey fills in the air of jj’s club, jazz music playing softly in the background. the red velvet, the black, the gold, everything so chic and of course every head turned when jj walked in just like always, although he wasn’t alone tonight.
you have your hair curled and done all pretty, glossy lips and a dress much too delicate for this joint. paired with the cutest heels and the ridiculously expensive fur coat jj had bought you only last week.
he leans closer into your ear “my angel, most beautiful fuckin’ girl here” he murmurs into your ear making you blush, you always did when he praised you.
“table in the back, keep the the fucking vultures away from her” he says firmly as he warns his men.
currently, you were alone. for just a second, just long enough for jj to step over to the bar and talk to someone about business as he orders a whiskey on the rocks for himself and a simple virgin pinacolada for you, he lights a cigarette and balances it between his lips.
two men sit across from you, one in a brown colored tailored suit the other in navy, both of them looked older than you, maybe mid thirties? one leaned close, taking a swig of his cheap beer, “didn’t know jj was into babysitting” he lets out a scoff sounding laugh. “or are you just here to warm his lap… huh, sweet cheeks?” the other one just smirks. you freeze up, nerves washing over you, unsure about what to do. “come on, girl why don’t you warm up my lap?” he says.
the moment jj saw those men’s prying eyes on his beautiful angel he flew across the bar in seconds.
“the fuck did you just say to my girl?” he says, grabbing the one in brown by his suit. “boss” rafe speaks, stepping behind jj, rafe is one of jj’s men. his most trusted. “no.” jj warns causing rafe to take a slight step back, knowing not to interfere especially not when it came to you.
jj turns back to the man he currently has by the collar, “you don’t have the balls to repeat what you said to her to me… do ya, tough guy?” he says with a dry smirk. when the guy goes to speak, jj doesn’t even give him the chance to, he’s on him within five seconds, his ringed, clutched tight fist goes straight to the guys face, over and over, his other hand still clutching his suit jacket to keep him upright, allowing him to land more punches.
“you look at her, you’re fucking dead okay? you so much as breathe near her, you can count that as your last fucking breath alright?” he spits. the guy is now panting, his face is a total mess, covered in his own blood and swelling rapidly.
he grabs his face, “apologize like the weak little man you are” he says, forcing the guy to look at you, your eyes wide and scared as jj forces the guys beat up face to you. “sorry” he mumbles, barely able to speak or breathe as he tries to catch his breath, jj picks him up, throwing him to the floor.
he turns to the other man who’d been smirking along. “where’d your smirk go… huh?” jj chuckles sounding amused, he picks up one of the beer bottle’s they’d been drinking from, he smashes it on the table and holds it to the guys face instantly. threatening him with the now, sharp and broken glass bottle.
“you take your cheap, nasty beer, your lowlife buddy and get the fuck out of here before i kill you both… got that?” he says, his gun in his waistband glinting threateningly. the guy nods faster than humanly possible as he stands up.
john b drags them both out.
“you… you get the fuck out too!” jj shouts, to a guy literally sitting there, but maybe it was cause he’d looked just a little too long at jj, blinked too fast… who knows, jj could snap within seconds when it comes to his angel.
he sits himself down, pulling a cigarette out of the pack he’d had in his suit pocket. “you okay, baby?” he asks casually, as if he hadn’t just beaten and turned a man’s face into pulp.
you just nod, quiet and loyal like always. he smirks, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “alright…” he clears his throat, sitting up straighter as he leans over to pick up the deck of cards.
as they play, him and his men… they laugh, they drink, they smoke. he pulls you on to his lap.
you’re there, listening, smiling, helping him play after he teaches you the basics of each game, he kisses your cheek every now and then, just reminding you that he’s there… and that he’s got you, and nothing about that is ever gonna change.
“you keepin’ us lucky, sweetheart?” rafe teases. you smile, sweet and untouchable “uh huh.”
jj wraps an arm tighter around your waist at that little hum you did. “she’s more than lucky,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “she’s the whole reason i don’t burn this whole fucking place down.” you giggle quietly, playing with the chain bracelet around his wrist.
“you don’t gotta be good for anyone else. just me, angel.” he mumbles into your ear.
you’d learned pretty quickly what jj’s life was like. it was dangerous but he was the danger. never in your life would you have pictured yourself with the head of the biggest organized crime family in the outerbanks.
you liked the lifestyle he lived. though some of his decisions were maybe a little too crazy for you, he kept his people safe. his men and you.
jj didn’t have a family, no mother no father and that started when he was young, in his teens. two older italian men who were in their own organized crime group had took him in and introduced him to this lifestyle he now lives, and he took it over.
everyone knew jj. everyone knew never to talk down to jj. they knew to respect him and he’d respect them back.
jj would talk for hours on loyalty and respect because it’s what he lived by. he adores how respectful and loyal you are, from the moment he met you in that little diner he saw your cute hands adorned with bracelets and rings… with a bandage after a small burn incident from hot water, he almost shot the manager and sent men to burn the place into the ground, but instead he chose the more calm option and got you to quit.
you heard a lot of “you’re too beautiful to work, baby, you gotta let me take care of you okay?” and a whole lot more of “you need money? angel i’ll give you every dollar in my wallet, whatever you need.” he deeply deeply cared about you. it wasn’t control it was the certain need to give you the most peaceful life, he wanted to take care of you everyday, it felt rewarding to him. genuinely.
he’s obsessed with you in ways he can’t even explain.
in ways he’s never felt before.
that night he has business to do, the same business he was discussing at the bar earlier. he takes you home first, to his house and doesn’t come back until late.
jj has always been this soft, caring, possessive man when it came to you and you only.
to everyone else he was intimidating, violent and wouldn’t hesitate to raise his powerful fists. but sometimes? when jj and you had arguments, that scary man slipped through the cracks of the wall he’d built to protect you. and right now? it was slipping hard and fast.
jj came home from the business he had with blood splattered over his dress shirt, his knuckles are raw and his gun and jacket strewn across the countertop.
you’re standing there in front of him, baby doll dress all pretty and neat, hair curled and falling down your back now let down from earlier.
“angel, look-“ he sighs, running the back of his hand over his face.
“i don’t like the blood! everytime i feel like—“ he cuts you off instantly. “it’s not mine, it’s not mine” he says, cupping your cheeks. you sob, sure you knew it wasn’t his now, but it’s the shock of seeing all the blood when he gets home… the worry incase one day the blood does belong to him.
the sobs cause your body to shake, you shove his hands away, trying to calm yourself down, it’s scary seeing the man you love come home in blood… his “job” isn’t exactly the safest, there are men who would hang his head with pride as a hunter would his taxidermy.
when you shoved his hands away his eyebrows furrowed instantly and suddenly he looks mad. mad that you can’t just calm down. “it’s not mine, why are you upset?” he says, his voice snappy and his jaw tight.
“it still scares me!” you sob, pushing his hand away again as you wipe your tears.
“don’t fucking push my hand again.” he snaps, his voice sharp and demanding as he grips your jaw, tight enough to leave bruises. you jump slightly, he’s never sounded so stern with you before.
his hand covers your mouth firmly. “you don’t push me away? remember your goddamn place, got that?” his voice raises loudly, his eyes burning into yours, his face so close you can smell the whiskey and cigarettes on his breath.
“pushing me away?” he chuckles dryly, “i’ll tell you who’s fucking in control.” he snaps, throwing his whiskey glass at the wall, you gasp, covering your head with your arms, ducking out of the way as it smashes against the kitchen wall.
he shoves your face away, making you stumble backwards, his hands are so tightly clenched, his body so tense as he storms out, slamming the front door behind him.
you hear his engine rev outside as he starts his car, pulling away from the house.
you feel frozen in shock, taken back by his sudden aggression towards you, your knees feel weak, your head fuzzy. lip wobbling and tears streaming down your face.
you clean up the mess jj made and left. having to get down on to your hands and knees and scrub the sticky whiskey residue from the hardwood floors.
your shoulders tremble with sobs, which only seem to get worse when you throw away the shards of glass, slicing your palm open accidentally, you let out a yelp as you start to bleed.
you quickly going to the sink to rinse it with cold water. you dress it in bandages before getting dressed into your baby pink, frilly nightgown on before climbing in to bed, ready to sleep after the chaotic night you just had.
this was the first aggressive argument jj and you had ever had, the times before where he snapped are very rare, like once every two years rare, because you’re his special girl, why would he ever feel the need to snap at you?
jj had a deal going on with another mob, nothing too big, but something that could easily go wrong if one small plan changed, which it had, one of jj’s men revealing he was on the other side, jj resorted to beating him within an inch of his life, because loyalty? that wasn’t something jj maybank played around with.
loyalty, loyalty towards the people who stick by you, who help you, loyalty toward the people you love and cherish. respect, respect even to the enemy, “a disrespectful man is a weak man” jj always says, it’s something he stands so strongly on.
but sometimes don’t all of our emotions get the best of us? with the sudden snap in him tonight you knew it was a build up of intense stress and anger, because you always knew jj, your jj, the one who would never lift a finger to you with the intent of harm. the jj who would never speak down to you or even too loudly incase you got scared, which tonight you definitely did.
but part of you couldn’t help but feel the hint of worry, would this ever happen again? maybe. would a deal go wrong and cause jj to crash out on you again? it’s so likely that there is no way you can be certain.
jj maybank is so powerful, in the mafia, in the way he holds himself, in the way he talks. he knows what he’s doing, he’s strong willed. whereas you’re so soft, soft and domestic, soft in the way you hold yourself and the way you talk. that’s why he loves you. like a deer and a bear, you’re gentle and graceful, he’s heavy and stern. but that’s what draws you to each other.
as your eyes begin to flutter shut you hear the bedroom door open, lifting your head up from the soft pillow, seeing jj’s silhouette entering.
he groans softly, stripping out of his clothes, the bed dipping under him as he lays down, immediately shuffling close behind you, he can hear your soft sniffles, guilt causing his chest to tighten. “you up, angel?” he mumbles, his strong arm wrapping around you.
“yeah” you reply, voice quiet and trembling from previously crying. he moves his hand to intertwine his fingers with yours, his jaw tightening when he feels the dressing around your hand, his mind immediately filling with thoughts of who he has to kill.
“what happened?” he says, voice full of concern. you don’t reply, on the verge of crying yet again, your voice catches in your throat, making your lip tremble as you sniffle.
“hey… what happened to my angel? hmm?” he murmurs, nudging his nose against your cheek, knowing you’re upset and in need of his comfort.
“on the broken glass, was trying to clean it up” your voice mumbled and soft, like you’re afraid to talk too loud incase he gets mad again.
he hates it. it fills him with anger, anger at himself for letting his rage over mafia related issues unleash on you, his angel. “let me see” he says quietly, bringing your hand to his mouth “jj will kiss is better” he mumbles against it, pressing soft kisses over the dressed wound.
you feel yourself leaning back against him more, seeking his affection. he holds your hand gently in his, pressing his forehead against yours. “you scared?” he asks under his breath, to which you shake our head.
“were you?” he asks. you hesitate before nodding, still keeping quiet. he sighs softly.
“don’t like that. you should never be scared of me… i’m an asshole, okay? shit went wrong with a deal today, it got crazy… you had every right to be scared, i was stressed and seeing you upset makes me mad, i was never mad at you okay?” he says, kissing your face.
“i just get scared when i see the blood, what if one day it’s—” he cuts you off. “it never will be.” he guides your hand to his heart. “you feel that? that’s gonna beat as long as i got you right here” he says.
“i’m never gonna snap at you like that again, angel. my sweet angel, im sorry baby” he murmurs.
“it’s okay, jayj” you say softly, kissing him back, your hand still pressed against his chest. “get some sleep baby, i’ll hold you” he whispers against your ear, wrapping his strong arms around you, you’re asleep within seconds.
he listens to your soft, steady breathing. his own rage scares him sometimes, he hates being like that with you, he never wants to do it again, he just wants to keep you sweet and soft, he wants to keep that smile on your face no matter what.
the next day, while you’re getting ready, he watches you cover the bruises on your jaw with concealer, he leans down behind you to kiss your shoulder. “won’t happen again huh?” he says, your eyes meet his in the mirror. you nod gently, not quite sure why it was a question directed towards you, but you go with it nonetheless.
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