Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Quinlan
J agger’s mom, Annabelle warned me that the women will get more bold. She wasn’t joking. Some of the women that come to the shows will say or do almost anything to get near the band. Most of them don’t get backstage. But because there’s no real security, some do get by. Tonight, there were a few girls that bribed the one security that was watching the backstage door.
“I think you all need to consider having security with you,” Scott, Jagger’s dad says to all of them.
“I have to agree with your dad,” I say as we hear girls screaming from outside the dressing room.
“Do either of you know people we could trust to do security for us?” Bowie asks.
“I can ask the Cimaruta and even the Mancinis. You just need security at your shows right?”
Scott nods. “I would feel better if they had security at every show but also when they do publicity for the band. Do you think they would be interested in something like that?”
“I think they might, I can text Luciana and Giovanna. I’ll ask if a few of the guys could come here now and help out.”
“Thank you. That would be great.”
Quinlan: Heyyyy! I have a question for the two of you
Luciana: (eye raising emoji)
Giovanna: I’m listening. Lol
Quinlan: Lol. Do you think some of the guys would be willing to do security for Jagger’s band?
Giovanna: HELL YES. Is that even a real question? How many do you need?
Luciana: Only guys? I wanna do security
Quinlan: Maybe four or five?
Luciana: Let me talk to Papà. Give me like 10 min
Giovanna: I’ll talk to mine too. Be right back
Quinlan: Thank you!!
Giovanna Mancini-O’Reilly is the only daughter of Enea Mancini, head of the Chicago Mafia. She’s become one of my best friends and I love her dearly.
“I texted them both, and they’re talking to their dads. I’m sure they’ll send someone to help up tonight.”
“Thank you, Quinn,” Scott says to me.
Jagger comes over and kisses me. “Thank you, angel.”
I smile at both of them. My parents are coming out here in two weeks. I’ve told them about Jagger and his family, something I’ve never done before. My mom commented that he must be really special for me to want them to meet him. I told her he is special. My dad is more excited to meet Jagger’s dad. I didn’t even know he listens to Twisted Bonds.
Giovanna: Papà said he will send Lorenzo, Salvatore and Niccolò. Can Declan and I come too?
Quinlan: Thank you so much! And of course you can come. All of you can, we just needed some to be on security (smiley emoji)
Giovanna: Yay! We’ll be there in thirty minutes
Luciana: Papà said he’ll send Celestino, Keegan and Liam. And you know all the rest of us are coming. Lol
Quinlan: Thank both of your papàs for me!
Giovanna: My Papà is coming with us. Lol
Luciana: Mine too. Hahaha
Quinlan: Love you both! And see you all soon!
“Okay, there are six coming to do security and the rest are coming for the show.” I chuckle as I let everyone know.
Scott hugs me. “Thank you again for asking them for help. Maybe they’ll be interested in doing it again in the future.”
“I think they might. They’re good at being bodyguards, all the guys are really big and scary if you don’t know them.”
“Bigger than me and my boys?” Scott laughs.
“The ones I’ve met? They’ve got like fifty pounds on us. Shit, Giacomo Bastianini is like six foot seven.” Jagger chuckles.
“Holy shit.” Scotts eyes are huge.
“But they’re all super nice,” I add in.
Jagger nods. “They are. Scary but nice.”
I laugh more. When Jagger first met the Bastianini family, he said he felt small. Now, Jagger is far from small. He’s six foot four, but the guys that are the same height as him are bigger. I’ve teased them that they’re mutants. Because they really are that big.
Just as we’re talking about it, the Mancinis walk into the venue. I head over to greet them. I hug Giovanna and her cousin Fiorella first.
“I’m so excited to see Jagger’s band!” Fiorella says excitedly.
“And I’m excited that you’re here!” I giggle as the three of us jump around.
Jagger
I love watching Quinn with her friends. It used to be just a few of them, but now with the Mancini women, their group has grown. I’ve been able to hang with the guys when we’re all together. When I first heard the words ‘mafia’ and ‘MC,’ I imagined the guys would absolutely hate me and my siblings. But I was wrong. They’re all really nice and I love how loyal all of them are to each other. Reminds me of how we are as a family.
I shake Enea, Lorenzo, Salvatore and Niccolò’s hands. The other guys are checking out the venue.
“Where do you need us?” Lorenzo asks.
“First let me introduce you to my dad. He’s going to handle all the security.”
“Dad, this is Enea Mancini, Lorenzo, Salvatore and Niccolò. This is my dad, Scott.”
Enea shakes my dad’s hand first.
“It’s nice to meet you. And thank you for coming down to help us with security. The fans are getting more aggressive now that the band is becoming more well known,” my dad explains.
“I was a fan of yours and the original Twisted Bonds.” Enea smiles. “I think your children are doing your legacy proud.”
“Thank you, I think so too.”
“Okay, so where do you need my boys? I want them to get the layout down. And I talked to Giacomo Bastianini and he said they’re on their way too.”
“I want one or two of them on this door. This is the only way in or out of the back area dressing rooms. I’d like the rest of them to be watching the crowd. There’s been a lot of women that try to get on the stage to get to the boys. And now even the men are doing it, trying to get to my girls. I don’t want my kids to be worrying about these fans while they’re playing.”
“Okay, I’ll have my men take a walk around. What time does the show start?”
“We have a little over an hour. Are all three of them your sons?”
Enea chuckles. “No, Lorenzo is mine, Salvatore is my nephew and Niccolò is with the Southside Mafia. But he is family.”
“I thought my boys were big, yours make mine look small.” Scott laughs.
“We eat our veggies,” Lorenzo chimes in. “We’re going to take a look around. Make sure there’s no areas that people can get in.”
“Thank you,” Scott says.
My dad and Enea start talking about the original Twisted Bonds so I take that as a sign to find my girl. I sneak up behind her and pick her up. Which gets me a cross between a scream and a squeak.
I laugh as I turn her around and kiss her.
“That’s mean. You can’t come up behind me like that.” She laughs.
“Of course I can,” I tease her. “Thank you again for calling your friends about security. I know my dad feels a lot better now.”
“You know I’d do anything for you, Jagger. And if I’m honest? It makes me feel better too. Like your dad, I’ve noticed some of the fans, men and women are getting more aggressive. And it was starting to make me nervous.”
“Yeah, we were talking about that the other day. I was concerned about Lennon and Marley, there was that one guy who jumped up on stage and grabbed Lennon the last show. That pissed me off.”
“Hopefully we can figure out a plan for them to do security all the time. Looks like you’re going to be needing it.”
“You’ll protect me, right?” I give her a cheesy smile.
“You’re a goof.” She snorts.
I hug her tight. “I love you, Quinn.”
“I love you, Jagger. You’re the dream I never knew I wanted.”
This woman has taken my heart. My whole fucking heart and I don’t want her to ever give it back.