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Mal Meets the Rebel	By : Bloodylilcorpse Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 3619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Roxanne's Pov:
Sometime during the second song we performed, I could have sworn I felt a dark presents watching us as we had our fun on stage, if my hunch was right it was probably Mal, and he was more than likely about to spoil it which left me with feelings of wariness, but regardless I was determined to have a good time and not let him ruin it. Snapping back from my uneasy thoughts, I look around and a big group of guys had gathered round by now, and for once they weren't there to undress me with their eyes, they were actually cheering and rooting for us to keep going. I turned and smiled at Duncan and his friends as he nodded and we gave it another go as he revved up another note, I was still waiting for Chris or Chef to come running to spoil our fun too, but they never did come so we play on without anyone there trying to stop us.
Mal's Pov:
Chef led me into his office where I locked eyes onto the old man that was supposedly Roxanne's grandfather, Chef turned and left without another word, the old man smiled as he got up from Chef's office chair and extended his hand to me which I took and we both shook hands briefly. He was an elderly man that was a few inches shorter than me with slicked back hair that was graying and almost white, he wore a nice dark gray expensive suit with a midnight-blue tie. He may be old, but he still had a spring in his step, and a curious air about him that I just could not place or put a word or name on it, regardless he was rich man and reeked of it which was why I took his generous offer over a year and a half ago.
"Mal, good to see you again. It's been awhile, how have you been?" He said warmly as we both withdrew hands.
I sat back down in one of the other arm-chairs as he took his former seat in Chef's, and in a rather smug voice I smoothly said, "It's been a pleasure, I couldn't be better, and how are you, Mr. Valenti?"
"Good...good. And this is Harry and Fat Tony, they're my top boys. I believe you haven't met them yet. You could say that they're "extensions of my body" if you know what I mean, you can never have too many friends." Mr. Valenti said as he extended his hand and waved it towards both men that also were fancy suits, and I nodded my head in agreement.
"I know I've come a bit early, but there are some things I like to cover first before we begin," He said as his face went from warm and friendly to strain and serious with a drop of a hat as he went on to say, 'I have as I just informed you yesterday have gained custody of my granddaughter a few days prior to that, so that makes her the sole heiress to my business and profits."
I listened in silence as he went on to describe all this in detail, but at some point he stopped and his expression got more serious as he said, "Now I chose you out of hundreds of young men for a reason, you've got ambition and the drive to maintain my business flowing with a firm hand on things. I can clearly see that you are rough around the edges, but with a little bit of spit and polish I think we can work something out."
"I'm sure we can." I said with a smirk as my eyes never left his, but suddenly his expression darkens immensely or it could have been my imagination, I wasn't sure at the moment.
I watch as he pulls out a box of cigars and offers me. I take one and he lights it as I sit back down and we smoke as I continue to watch him regard me with an oddly serious expression on his face.
Finally, after a few minutes, he continues on, "I do see a lot of myself in you, I was young once and thought I knew everything there is to know about life and even girls. I got into a lot of fights, done things that I've long regretted such as stabbed and killed more punks than I can count, I had and still do possess a temper that could set the very devil's waiting room on fire if I was crossed. I know how that mind of yours works, Mal. I may be old, but I'm no fool."
I cocked an eyebrow as I wonder just what he's getting at here.
"Now it's come to my attention from various sources of mine that you have not been doing as I have asked of you. You have lied to me, and I could tell it on the phone yesterday morning as we last spoke, and I don't like being lied to." He said grimly as his eyes burned into mine.
"And just what do you mean by that?" I asked with a raised eyebrow as I sat unperturbed in my chair.
He didn't answer my question but continued on as though I had said nothing, "I've also have been receiving leaked information and footage concerning your previous behavior this following week, and especially around my granddaughter. You care to explain yourself, Mal?"
I didn't say anything for a minute as I tried to recall what he may have found out, but before I could think or even utter a single syllable, that was when he snapped his fingers faster than I could blink an eye as his two bodyguards threw me out of my chair and on the ground, one was pinning my arm to my back as far back they could stretch it and the other was pointing a gun at my head as Frank Valenti, Roxanne's grandfather got up from his seat and walked around towards me.
He snapped his fingers again and this time they grabbed my arms in a vise-hold and pulled me to my feet in one swift move, one yanked my head back as they grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me to look up as Mr. Valenti stopped in from one me. The other continued to hold the gun to my head as I stared unblinkingly at the man that was Roxanne's grandfather.
What the fuck is this?!...Is this the same senile old man I met after my "separated surgery" from the alters and Mike?!...What is he some kind of gangster or mobster?!...I should have paid more attention to the details this old geezer was feeding me last year...Just what kinda family is Roxanne from?...
Chef's Pov:
As soon as I delivered that lunatic, Mal to my office to have his little chit-chat with his guardian, I went straight to Chris's office to inform him of the matter.
"Hold on, you're telling me that Frank Valenti...The Frank Valenti is here!...and you didn't tell me!" Chris exclaimed as he falls out of his office chair into the floor and gets up nervously to look at me over his desk.
"I told you now, I don't see what the big deal is. He's here for Mal, not for you." I said nonchalantly as I shrug my shoulders with little concern.
"Do you not know that Frank Valenti is the wealthiest man this side of Canada and the top mafia godfather around!...He could have you killed in your sleep if you look at him wrong, or if he doesn't like the color of your shirt!" Chris shouted hysterically as he cringed in terror from behind his desk.
"Oh...that Frank Valenti...Oh shit!" I muttered as my eyes widen as I went on to say, "That man is Roxanne's grandfather?!..."
"Wait, what?!..." Chris says in a less panicked voice as he gets up with a raised eyebrow.
"Frank Valenti is Roxanne's grandfather, it's not listed under her "formerly current" personal records but it is listed under the new ones that Mrs. Woods just filed yesterday after she received a phone call concerning her grandfather's new guardianship and the paperwork on it. Tedious work when it comes down to it." I said in a serious tone as I crossed my arms over my chest as I watch Chris finally get up to his feet.
Chris screams out loud as he grabs his head in panic as he goes on to say, "AAAAAAHHHHHHH!...And you didn't tell me this until now!...If he finds out I bunked her with Mal, he's gonna have me sleeping with fishes or worse!"
"Not my problem. You should have thought of that when you hire Raph to be Mal's parole officer. He is one of Valenti's deadliest bodyguards after all and his spy to keep an eye on Mal's nasty behavior." I said dryly as I rolled my eyes.
Mal's Pov:
Valenti stood in front of me with this dangerous look in his eyes I've never seen before as he straightened up his suit and regarded me with what looked like further displeasure as he pulled back his fist and shockingly hit me square in my jaw a few times and then stopped. I then noticed why his punches smart, he was wearing several expensive-looking large rings.
He grabbed my face with one hand tightly and the front of my collar with the other as I tried to twist my way free to pay him back, but his thugs had a very firm grip on me, he then spoke in a harsh low voice and said, "I wouldn't try that you little shit. Harry here will rip out your intestines and hang you with them until your very lungs give out from the lack of oxygen it needs."
"You wanna tell me why you've been skipping out on your medication and weekly shots?!...I bought your ass Mal, I gave you that body and paid for it with the help of that nerdy little kid Max's parents. Their science is what gave you that freedom and the birth of possessing your very own body, and since that Skinner boy's parents didn't want any part of you near-" He continued as his eyes were mere inches from mine, but I suddenly cut him off.
I shouted back at him with full rage as I said, "What's the point then...If I can't do what I want with it!"
"Can it, boy!...I didn't give you permission to open that vile trap of yours...You'll keep your head down and your mouth shut until I tell you to when to speak!...I helped bring you into this world and I can snuff you out of it REAL fast!" He roared at me as he eyes turned a dangerously shade of red as he grabbed my throat and began to squeeze out my air supply.
I growled as I began to choke on what little bit of air I had left and then he stopped squeezing but didn't loosen the pressure either as I glared up at him and gasped out in a low dangerous tone of voice, "Then do it, old man."
He looks at me with the same expression as before, but stops as a cocky grin spreads across his face and says, "No, we made a deal and you will keep it or else."
Before I could ask "Or else what?", he took his hands from my neck and snapped his fingers again as I was shoved face into the floor, I couldn't see anything that was going on around me, but I heard the door open and close swiftly and the next thing I felt was the stinging feeling of a needle being rammed down the back of my neck and I hissed. Not out of pain, but out of frustration and aggravation. Then they flipped me over on my back as I struggled to get them off of me, but to no avail. The old man held my nose so I was forced to open my mouth and the nurse forced my pills down my throat and made me swallow the vile stuff. I then growled dangerously as they were putting that shit back into me to make me soft again like right before when I first met Roxanne. All those sappy emotions and weak feelings I hated so much were being injected right back into me when I worked so hard to flush them out of my system by avoiding my checkups and therapist sessions. The pills that made me feel things like those disgusting feelings of regret, sadness, shame, guilt, compassion, empathy and worse of all...love. The needle was the absolute worse. It ripped out my very soul, it took away my power and strength...my anger and hatred and my evil drive to make everyone around me suffer. The side of me that everyone feared about me the most was being snuffed out. I could feel it. And it enraged me.
Several minutes later, they all soon let go of me as I laid there on the floor panting heavily with my eyes clamped shut and my hands rolled up into fists ready to fight.
They gave me more than usual this time...probably to make up for the doses I purposely missed and skipped out on taking...damnable fools...common peons...I'll make them all pay for this...Every last one of them...
I suddenly I felt several arms grab hold of my shoulders as I open my eyes and see his two thugs hoisting me up to my feet again and then they released me as I regain my footing as I try not to stagger out of dizziness and I stare viciously back at Valenti who is now sitting in Chef's office chair once again. With the nod of his head, he indicates for me to take my seat, I regarded him further for a minute before I decided to oblige by him and take my chair again.
"Now...let's try this again, shall we?...Do you or do you not wish to inherit my legacy, boy?..."
He asked as he entwined his hands together as he looked over them at me with unquestionable seriousness in his eyes as they locked onto mine.
I said nothing at first, but then after a moment, I growled, "Yes, I do."
"I see. Well, don't think for a minute I'm just a blind, senile old man. I've done my research on you, Mal and not to mention your former body host, Mike has sent me word of what you're truly capable of. I'm no simpleton, and don't think for a second you can pull the sheep's wool over my eyes with that act of yours. I know about your former "toys" and that ends here." He said indifferently as his eyes never left mine, not even for a split second.
He continued on in the same tone of voice as he said, "I had you placed here in hopes of getting your act cleaned up and giving you a chance to become something with your life aside from a lowly criminal. I even hired Chris as the head of this facility and Chef for whatever purpose he can serve to make sure you get back on the right path. I don't care if you enjoy violence and killing that is fine with me, you may do what you wish with the inheritance, but you are to refrain from putting your hands on my granddaughter and/or causing her any harm in any form or fashion. Have I made myself perfectly clear on that?"
I blink several times in disbelief.
This old coot knows more than he's letting on...If he doesn't care what I do with the money, then why should it matter what I do with his precious princess?...
"Crystal." I hissed as I thumbed my fingers along the armrest in impatience.
He looked at me for a moment before he continued and then said, "What do you think of my granddaughter?...Be honest."
I raised an eyebrow, I wasn't expecting that kind of question and I wasn't sure what he wanted to hear, but regardless this man that was Roxanne's grandfather was rather intriguing indeed.
I smirked and with humor, I replied, "She's quite a little spitfire. I'm not entirely sure what to do with her just yet."
He smirked back at me and says, "Just like her mother she is, she's got a temper more dangerous than a loaded pistol, but just as sweet as pie. That's my girl."
I chuckle out loud at his comment.
If he only knew...
He once again puts on a more serious face and tosses a small black box in my direction which I catch easily and raise an eyebrow as I ask, "What is this?"
He lights another cigar and says with narrowed eyes, "Your pre-engagement ring that you will give her and pledge your loyalty to and you will make her the promise to care for her for the rest of her and your life, and you will mean it too or else there is no deal between us as men."
He pauses as he takes a puff on his cigar and says, " Do we have a deal, Mal?"
During the time he spoke of the ring, I had opened the black box out of curiosity and smirked at its simple but elegant small white stone embedded in a single golden band.
I did I still want my little hellcat?...After all taking a beating like that, you bet I did...If anything, I was now more intrigued...It only means one thing and that she was very important to this old geezer, so taking her and making her mine permanently only makes it sweeter...
"It's a deal." I said as we both got up from our chairs and shaken on it. He gave me a stern and dangerous look before he released my hand.
The only downside was that they forced those drugs down me, and as alluring as my feisty little slave girl is...it wouldn't be long until I'd have to find a way around getting out of taking them again without getting caught...I can't let her slip into my black little heart again like she almost did that night I made her cry when I tried to have some fun with her...
If she ever unveils why I had stopped, I'm screwed...
Roxanne's Pov:
Just as I was about to slip my orange jump back on, and head to class for the first time in forever since my foot and Mal had kept me from going for so long, Raph, Mal's parole officer quickly made strides towards me and my friends. He pulled me to the side and told me to come with him because I had a visitor here to see me and so I didn't ask who, but I was rather curious to find out who it was so I waved goodbye to Duncan and the others as I turned and follow Mal's parole officer down the hall. When we finally stop at the door, he pauses to stick his head in and immediately I could hear shouting, and right on cue, I knew exactly who both voices belonged to as their voices grew louder by the second. My grandfather's being the loudest and as I peeked around the door I cover my mouth to hide the gasp I let slip as I see him and several others fighting with Mal on the floor as they force what looked like drugs on him. Raph apparently saw me looking and yanked me back outside into the hall and told me this wasn't for me to see.
As much as I didn't like sticking up for Mal, this wasn't right and not even if it was from my grandfather. I'm guessing Mal must have pushed him too far and assumed that my grandfather was a "pushover" and could pull a fast one over him.
"What are they doing to him?...Makes them stop!...Raph, this isn't right!" I cried in panicked as I dug my fingers into my orange jumper that I still didn't have the chance to put back on.
"He's fine, Ms. Roxanne. Mr. Valenti is making sure Mal is taking his medication properly. I've informed your grandfather of Mal's most recent behavior, and he's not very pleased with it. I assure you that he's not going to kill him, even though I'm sure he's tempted." Raph said matter-of-factly as he closed the door back, but I could still hear the scuffle and muffled voices inside even though I couldn't make out the words, it still bothered me.
After a few more minutes Raph showed me in and closed the door behind me as I see Mal looking rougher than wear than last night and quickly hiding something from my sight which caused me to raise an eyebrow at him in both worry and curiosity.
I then turned my attention back to my grandfather as he rises from the office chair and I rush over to give him a hug as I ignore Mal's questionable stares and in an energetic voice I cry out, "Pappy, you're here! I've missed you!"
My grandfather laughs out and with a twinkle in his eye says, "That's my girl! I see you can't stay out of trouble, just like your mother."
"Pappy..." I muttered as I felt my cheeks flushed and I whispered in his ear, "Not in front of him."
He laughs and says, "Why don't you have a seat and we'll get to the heart of this matter, shall we?"
I sigh in defeat as I take the other chair beside Mal's and try to scoot a little bit away from him, as he smirks and cocks an eyebrow at me and in return I glare back at him in disgust. I look up and see my grandfather smiling as he regards both of us with humor and this knowing look like he's seen this kind of thing before which didn't help at all in this situation.
"Well, how I do I put this...your mother has forfeited her rights as the heiress to my will and so agreed to give custody of you to me when you turn the age sixteen so that I can have a proper heir/heiress to carry on the family business." He said as he paused when he says the face I made in disbelief but continued on to finish, "But as the heiress, you need to marry a suitable young man in order to carry on the family name Valenti, so I have decided to give that privilege to Mal. I believe that he is ambitious and strong enough to carry that responsibility as your husband. He will be good for you, I'm more than certain of it."
I could feel Mal's eyes on me as I shot up out of my chair in panic and desperately said, "Pappy, please don't make me marry him, he's a monster and I can't even begin to explain the things I've seen him do."
My grandfather narrowed his eyes and said in a more serious tone, "Like what?"
I swallowed as I saw Mal give me this dark look that said "do it and I'll make you regret it", but I ignored it and said, "He's...he's..."
I couldn't speak or even get the words out of my mouth, I could feel myself choking with fear. The very fear of what Mal would do to me later if he wins this, I didn't want this.
"What has he done?!" Grandfather's tone of voice started to get grim like it usually does when his temper starts to rise.
I tried to speak again, but my lips trembled as the words still wouldn't leave my mouth in time to answer for myself.
"Has he touched you?" He asked me more directly and then turned towards Mal and in a more darker tone says, "Have you laid with my granddaughter?!"
Mal didn't answer and for once he actually looked worried, and then grandfather's eyes squinted as he got up from his chair and stormed over towards Mal and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt roughly and said, "You have better pray she isn't pregnant. I may have given you my blessing to be her groom, but that doesn't mean for you get ahead of yours and jump the gun!"
I froze in shock as I watch my grandfather put his hands on Mal and as Mal looked back in panic at him and then quickly sober as he says in low even tone of voice, "I didn't knock her up, and she laid with me of her own free will...she wanted it just as much as any of my past girls did."
The last bit Mal said smugly in a dark smirk, which only pissed my grandfather off more and he reaches back as he backhanded him which nearly almost knocked Mal out of his seat, Mal recoiled his body back and revealed a bloody lip as he wiped the red stain from his face and smiled wickedly.
I shivered when Mal's eyes landed on me and then back on my grandfather's as he said, "I did say I promised I'd be good to her old man, so what's the problem now?"
Grandfather snapped his fingers and his bodyguards immediately shifted in and pointed both of their guns in Mal's face while Mal just sat there calmly without even flinching or batting an eye as he stared back at my grandfather awaiting his next move.
"I sincerely was hoping I wouldn't have to resort to displaying such violence in front of my granddaughter, but it appears to me that it's the only thing you seem to comprehend, now isn't it Mal?" Grandfather said darkly as he pulled out a pair of brass knuckles and put them on his right hand and pulled back to punch him.
"Stop!...Both of you just stop it already!" I screamed as I stood between Mal and my grandfather placing a hand on both of them as I tried to end it.
"Roxanne, move aside now!" Grandfather growled at me.
"No, you can't just kill him, Pappy!" I shouted back in panic.
"Are you telling me you're in love this little punk-ass nitwit?" He asked me with a look of incredulous disbelief.
"No!" I shouted back.
Oh, God...I said that too fast...they're gonna think I do when I don't...grr...Now, what do I do?...
"Look, both of you just need to calm down." I said while trying to be reasonable as I continued on, "You can't just come in here in and start whacking people Pappy, even (I turned and glared at Mal as I said this) if they do deserve it!"
My grandfather took a deep breathe and called off his bodyguards but never left his standing position even though he did put away his brass knuckles and said, "Well, I was informed this morning of your "advances" towards my granddaughter Mal, but I had no idea that both of you were this deeply involved with each other, which means even if I wanted to call this engagement off, you both have just sealed the deal by willing exposing yourselves to the other."
I had not moved from the spot I stood when I tried to stop their fighting, so I felt Mal stand up from behind and pushed me to the side so that he could face my grandfather as I tried not lose my stepping out of shock as my jaw dropped. I didn't want this.
I don't want to marry him...The very idea terrified me...I didn't know what Mal's plans for me were and it scared me where I couldn't even put it into words...
Out of fear and desperation, I ran out in front of Mal and grabbed my grandfather's hands and begged him with tears in my eyes threaten to spill at any moment as I said, "Please don't make me marry him!...Please, I'll do anything, but not this...please...I'm afraid of him..."
I whispered the last part for only my grandfather's ears, but he only shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry honey, but once you've been with a man in this clan, you have to wed them, it would bring a lot of shame down on our family if you didn't."
I instantly went numb at his words and knew I had screwed up big time, I let Mal trick me into believing he cared about me and I let him have me. I was so foolish and so very naive. I should have resisted him more. Why couldn't I have done that?...
I went silent and everything after that was in a haze to me, I didn't even realize Mal had his arm around me.
Did I almost fall or trip?...Why was he supporting me and holding me up?...Was this a show for my Pappy for further approval?...
Pappy and Mal continued to talk after that, and I felt like I wasn't even there in the room anymore like I was somewhere far away, but I could still hear everything regardless though. At some point, Pappy said that he was leaving for a little while, but would be back to pick us up with permission from Chris which was approved a lot easier than I thought, and he planned on taking us out to get more acquainted with one another. I think what he really meant was that he wanted to spend more time with Mal and see what he was really interested in, and why he was so taken as he put it with me. As our little meeting came to a close, I hardly remember hugging my grandfather and watching him leave out the front doors as Mal stood by my side with his arm still around my waist. It still made me uneasy and very uncomfortable.
Soon we were walking to class, because Chef wasn't having Mal run off and disappear again, so I did my best to keep up when I knew I should be using a wheelchair because of my injury, but Mal wasn't willing to go back for it, so I just had to deal with it. Not long after that, Pete and Big Ed had joined us on our walk to class.
Mal's Pov:
Today may not have gone completely as I had planned, but I still have the money in the bag and my pretty little slave girl will soon be my queen in due time...
Oddly enough, I'm gonna let it go that she broke several rules today, but only because I'm in a good mood for the time being...hehehe
I'm being pulling out of my devious plots as Big Ed says, "Hey boss, you girl looks like she's not doing so well."
"She'll come around once she realizes that I'm her only salvation here." I say as I squeeze her shoulders roughly and watch as she lets out a gasp of pain as I gleefully watch her clench her teeth as she tries to suppress the pain from my eyes.
Pete and I chuckled out loud as Big Ed follows us in silence as I keep a firm grip my soon-to-be-bride, the old man Valenti said he'd fill me in on more of the details later that day when he came back to pick us up on our "little family get together".
While I was musing over that, Roxanne suddenly stopped and looked me dead in the eye with much hated fury as she pointed her shaky finger in my face and defiantly said, "Don't think for a second that I haven't figured out the main reason why you want to be my grandfather successor, I know you're after his money. You can have it for all I care, but what I want to know is why you think you need me!"
"Perspective as ever, my little hellcat. You are just too generous, to say the least, it doesn't matter whether or not, you're willing to give me the money because I will have it soon enough when the time comes, and you...well, you're the consolation prize that goes with it which ironically enough is what Chef said to me the day he and Chris bunked me with you." I said smugly as I stopped and wrapped my arms around her as she struggles to push me off.
"I am not your trophy wife yet Mal, and nor will I ever be!" She hissed at me in a low furious tone of voice as she continued to try to in vain push me away.
Before I could enjoy any further amusement, Raph gave me a look which soon ended my little fun and so we went on to the second class of the day since we missed our first one while discussing our "future plans". Since my adorable little slave girl was all dolled up today, I made sure to keep her closer than usual which didn't prevent me from handing out any "accidental injuries" to the peons all around us. Since my two right hands boys had didn't have the same classes as me and my "slave doll", I spent them with Roxanne while wondering just what that old coot was going to have us do that evening.
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