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This AU Rizzles story is not going to be full of fluff and all romantic like my others have been... It's rough, dirty, and possibly angsty. There is a Jane/OC pairing (gag). You can take solace in the fact that I believe in happy endings.
It was greatly inspired by a comment Angela Rizzoli made to Jane, stating that she could have gone either way regarding which side of the law she chose to be on (someone help me find this episode, pleeeease?!)
I am very open to constructive criticism, so leave all the feedback you like! Just be aware that if you are nasty, you're the one that will look like a jackass, not me.
Be warned that my stories contain heavy swearing, explicit sex, and violence. I'll put a specific warning if there are any sensitive topics going to be raised. This particular chapter mentions child abuse but nothing graphic.
This one is dedicated to my greatest fan and dearest FF & FB friend, Strongsouljah. Happy belated birthday, T :D If no one else enjoys it but you, it was well worth it.
Ok, I think that's enough from me...
underbelly | ˈʌndəbɛli |
noun (plural underbellies)
- the soft underside or abdomen of an animal.
- an area vulnerable to attack: these multinationals have a soft underbelly.
- a hidden unpleasant or criminal part of society: the dark underbelly of a ghetto.
"Thanks, Pop." The husky voice sounded defeated.
"No worries, Janie. Just don't break your fuckin' parole again. Not even for your brothers, alright?" Frank Rizzoli Sr. spoke harshly into the phone, staring hard at his daughter on the other side of the glass barrier.
It was his fault she was there, again.
He had engrained protectiveness into her from the age of 5, as soon as his first son, Frank Jr, was born. The young girl had taken it very seriously. When Tommy was born 2 years later, she became even more watchful, fierce. If anyone wanted to get to her brothers, they had to go through her first.
Frank had encouraged it. He trained her. Taught her how to fight. She was a natural.
He had beaten her when she didn't live up to his expectations. It was the most important part of the lessons. When something happened that was out of her control, he had made sure she worked harder to fulfil her duty as the eldest sibling.
It became an obsession for him and had been the main cause of his wife leaving him and taking his kids with her.
Frank had fought hard for custody and maintained visitation rights once a month. He made sure Jane stayed quiet about the violence involved in their visits. It was her job to keep her brothers quiet. She didn't disappoint.
When a young Jane had just finished her mechanics apprenticeship she had started working on motorcycles, unknowingly servicing The Druids outlaw motorcycle club's vehicles.
It hadn't taken long before they slowly roped the 21-year old into helping them with extra jobs and she became heavily involved for over 10 years. Her brothers eventually joined too despite her efforts to keep them out of it. They copied everything she did.
When Tommy and Frankie's apartment was broken into and trashed, and Tommy was severely beaten, Jane had made sure that the men that had hurt her brother were hunted down.
It didn't matter that it was a rival gang and that the main man responsible was the son of an Italian mob boss.
She had tracked down Mario Spinelli and attempted to beat him to death with a pair of brass knuckles in his own home. Three of his thugs tried to stop her but Jane outmanoeuvred them with a knife, incapacitating them with non-fatal wounds and returned her attention to Mario.
Unfortunately, the neighbours had complained about the noise and called the cops. Jane had been caught red-handed, literally. Mario's blood all over her. His face a bloody, broken mess.
She was sentenced to 5 years for aggravated assault and Mario Spinelli spent thousands of dollars on multiple surgeries to have his face reconstructed.
She had served 2 years at Massachusetts Correctional Institution in Framingham and was let out on parole for good behaviour just 10 months ago.
Frank Rizzoli Sr couldn't help but feel responsible for raising her to always look out for her brothers. He wasn't quite capable of owning the fact that he was also responsible for her violent nature and absolute recklessness.
That's why she was here, again.
Jane had broken her parole for the second time and was facing the possibility of having to go back to prison to finish her sentence. All because she had left the state without permission to help her brother out. It wasn't even a gang-related situation. She had been clean since she got out, vowing not to get tangled up in that mess ever again.
Frankie had simply just run out of gas and had called her from New York for help.
Of course she got caught. She always did because she was reckless. She didn't give a fuck. Frank could see it in her dark eyes and it weighed heavily on his shoulders.
"Yeah, ok." Jane responded unconvincingly, picking at the sleeve of the orange jumpsuit. "Who's pickin' me up?" She asked.
"Tommy will be here tomorrow at 10am sharp." Frank stood and finished with one last comment. "I uh, bought a third of Doyle's garages so, if you want it, you got a job in the city." He hung up and walked away before she could respond.
"Fuck." She exclaimed as she slammed the phone into the cradle. She didn't want anything to do with Paddy Doyle and now her stupid father had gone and made a deal with him.
One month later…
"Janie, get the fuck outta there! We got company!" Tommy shouted at his older sister from the back doorway. He watched, terrified, as a rival gang's vehicle approached the Weymouth house in broad daylight. If they were willing to turn up when they were in clear view of anyone out on the street, it was definitely not a good sign.
The tall, dark haired woman breathed heavily through her nose and kept her gun raised at the man whimpering in the corner. "Did you tip them off, James?"
"What? No!" The man shrunk back at the calm and deadly tone directed at him.
"This is your last warning, man. If you fuck with Paddy again, I'll blow your goddamn face off."
"Ok, ok! Jay, please. I'm sorry!" James lifted his hands in the air in submission and begged for his life to be spared.
Jane backed slowly out of the room with the backpack and glanced down at the dead man to her left. James' brother, Richard, had tried to sneak up behind her and took two to the chest.
"You make sure you have the rest of the money and those names by Friday." She growled at him.
"Of course! I swear."
She slipped her gun into her jeans and met Tommy on the outside of the house where their motorcycles were parked. He was grateful that Jane had thought to keep the vehicles out of sight from the road. Without her, he knew he would probably be dead by now. In this game, you had to be smart andreckless. She was the only one he knew that pulled off being both to the extreme.
The pair jumped on the Harleys and sped off in the opposite direction of the house. The occupants of the SUV were pissed that they had arrived too late.
Jane and Tommy pulled up inside of the carpark of The Druids main base in Milton. A massive compound with two huge storage warehouses, a large garage and workshop, and several homes just 20 minutes from Boston. All now partially owned by their father.
They waved to a man whose name neither could remember and Tommy left Jane to retreat to their house, still shaken up by the recent events.
"If you speak to Frankie, tell him to get his ass down here by next week or I'm gonna key his bike!"
"Ok, Janie." Tommy chuckled, grateful for his sister's ability to always make him laugh.
The brunette confidently swaggered up to two other men standing in front of the garage, polishing their motorcycles. "Uh hey, Colin." Jane greeted the young man with honey blonde hair and troubled hazel eyes. She nodded to the African American man standing next to him. She had seen him around but hadn't been introduced yet.
"Hi Jay, meet Barry Frost… What's up?" He asked as he looked her up and down. Her hair was up in a pony tail and she was dressed in a leather bomber jacket with The Druids logo on the front right pocket. The rest of her outfit was a basic white t shirt, tight blue jeans, and black leather boots. Colin had to admit she was definitely attractive. She had a tough attitude and carried herself with confidence but she also had a femininity about her that was alluring. No matter how sexy he thought she was, she was too old for him. He only fucked women that were younger than himself.
"I need to speak to Paddy. Where is he?"
"In the shed." He threw his thumb over his shoulder to indicate where it was. "Know your way around yet?"
"Not quite but gettin' there." Jane answered gruffly and went to walk off but Colin was too intrigued to let her go yet.
"What do you think of the run of the place so far?"
She raised her eyebrow sceptically at the question. "You wanna know what I think of the management style here?"
"Uh yeah."
"Honestly, Paddy needs to pull his head out of his ass. The guys are all lazy fuckin' slobs and the business is gonna bomb soon if we don't get some decent help. It's definitely not what it used to be." She answered with absolute conviction.
"Ha." Colin was highly amused by her response. "Yeah, I agree with ya. You gonna help in the shop here then?"
"Yeah, I don't mind gettin' my hands dirty. Besides, I'm better with bikes than anyone I know." She claimed confidently.
"Yeah, so I've heard. You're workin' in the city at the moment, right?"
"Yep. I'm managing that one. I'm not plannin' on leaving either. I like my apartment there."
"Yeah, I heard that too." He smirked. It was known that she was quite a loner and stayed away from the compound as much as possible.
He had heard about several of the 'jobs' she had done for Paddy in the past and he had interacted with the mysterious woman a few times in the last month. He was excited that she was now a permanent part of their club and managing their garage in Boston.
"What else have you heard, kid?" Jane folded her arms and looked at him condescendingly.
He smirked at her attitude. She intimidated him slightly but he liked her. She was going to go far in the club if she stuck around long enough this time.
"Well, I know your father, Frank Rizzoli Senior, has officially been made Vice President by Patrick Doyle, my father and president of The Druids Motorcycle Club." He stated in a smart ass tone.
"You've certainly got ears." She stepped closer to Colin and whispered to him in a menacing tone. "Just so we're clear, I couldn't give a fuck who our fathers are. I'm here to get paid so, you can be civil toward me or give me hell, but if you choose the latter, I'll fuck you up so bad, you won't know which hole to shit out of." She stepped back and patted his face with an impish smile. "Understood?"
He tried not to show the nervousness that he felt on his face. "Yeah… Yeah, I understand. You won't have any trouble from us." He pointed between himself and Barry.
"Good."
"I uh, noticed you got a girl. You might wanna keep her locked up if she's stayin' around here when you're gone." He joked with a hint of seriousness. "Paddy has a sharing policy."
"Have her all you want if she's interested. She's not my girl." She retorted and stalked off before he could say any more.
"Damn. She's a tough bitch but fuck me, she's hot!" Barry commented as they both watched her walk away.
"Yeah, too bad she's like almost 40 or some shit like that. I heard she just got outta jail."
Barry laughed and shook his head. "Her brothers are younger though, right?"
"Yeah. They're closer to our age. They seem cool. We should pick 'em up and take 'em out later in the week when I get back." Colin suggested and straddled his bike.
"Sounds good, man. You done?"
"Yeah. Let's go."
Barry got on his Harley and they revved the vehicles loudly, speeding off through the front entrance of the carpark.
Jane knocked on the door to 'the shed' that was also Paddy's office. Apart from the outside structure, there was nothing about it that was like a shed. Inside was decorated beautifully with mahogany furniture and earthy tones. It almost had a warmth to it. Too bad about the man that occupied it. He was one cold bastard.
She placed her ear to the door as she heard the faint sounds of what seemed like an argument coming from the other side of the door. Paddy's wife, Gemma, was likely in there. Those two were constantly fighting.
"Come in." Paddy called out and Jane entered the room, not surprised at all to see the man's beautiful, auburn haired wife.
The balding Irishman sat behind his large desk, looking a little flustered.
"Jane! How wonderful to see you." Gemma Doyle greeted the biker with a kiss to her cheek, genuinely happy to see her.
"Hey, Gemma."
"You have to come over for dinner tomorrow night. The boys are all out of town and I need some female company."
"Yeah, alright." Jane agreed, always happy to have a home cooked meal. She looked to Paddy who was watching her with an amused grin.
"Have a seat." He motioned to the chair opposite his desk and she threw the backpack to him and dropped into the seat comfortably.
"I took care of it."
Paddy smiled appreciatively at her. "I knew you would."
"Richard's dead and James probably is too. The Mestizo's turned up just after we hightailed outta there." Jane filled him in on the morning's job.
Paddy laughed, not worried at all. The Mestizo's were always a step behind them and would hopefully stay that way with Jane working for him now.
"Have you seen your father?" Paddy asked, interested to know what Frank Rizzoli did in his spare time.
"No, but I spoke to him yesterday. He'll be back tonight I think."
"Good… Colin's going to visit his sister for a few days so I need you to work with Barry while he's gone." It wasn't a request, it was an order, and Jane understood her place in the hierarchy.
"Yep, sure." The brunette stood up and leaned over to shake the President's hand.
"Have the night off. I heard the guys are having a party at Theo's."
"Yeah, I might go. See ya tomorrow."
Jane stepped out of the shed and looked up at the sun, guessing that it was still early in the afternoon.
She started walking in the direction of her place but turned at the sound of footsteps behind her on the gravel. Barry was following her. "You need somethin'?" She stopped to face him, unimpressed by his stalker-like behaviour.
"Uh, nope. I'm just headin' to my place." He pointed to the condo-style house right next to her weekend residence that she shared with her brothers.
She showed genuine surprise at this. "I've been here for a month already. How'd I miss that?"
"You're barely ever here and I've been away on a job down South with Colin. We just got back late last night." He explained with an easy smile.
"Ok. Well, nice to meet you, neighbour. No crazy parties unless I'm invited." Jane joked.
"Speaking of parties, you comin' by Theo's tonight?"
"I'll think about it." She answered, not really interested, and entered her home.
Jane gritted her teeth at the state of the house. She got even angrier when she picked up the faint smell of vinegar. "Oh for fuck's sake, Amy!" She called out.
"Jay?" An ultra skinny, bleached blonde young woman looked up from the couch in a daze.
"Yeah." She answered angrily and folded her arms over her chest.
"You look sexy, honey." Amy drawled and smiled seductively at the brunette.
Jane ignored her comment. "If you're gonna do smack in here, at least get good shit and not the crap that I can smell!" She yelled.
"Aww, don't be like that. You love it when I'm high."
"Only coz you stop talking." Jane smirked. The blonde ignored the jibe. She got up from the couch to wrap her arms around Jane's neck and kissed her soundly.
"I've missed you." Amy whined and kissed Jane again, more forcefully.
When they pulled apart, Jane peered into the light grey eyes that she had once enjoyed looking into. Not a spark of feeling was left between either woman and they knew it. It didn't matter anymore. It was convenient. She wasn't sure if she was happy that Amy had moved back in with her after her prison release or not. So far, all she felt was sorry for the smaller woman and knew that Amy needed her.
"I'm goin' out tonight, Jay. You wanna come into the city?"
"Nope but if you fuck that moron you've been flirting with, make sure he wears protection." The brunette called out from the kitchen. She grabbed a beer and twisted the top open. Tonight, she was going to get wasted all by herself in this shit hole she definitely didn't refer to as home.
"Ok!" Amy agreed happily. Jane didn't see her for the rest of the afternoon or evening until it was time for her to leave. She kissed Jane goodbye and let her know that she probably wouldn't be back until late sometime tomorrow.
"Yo Jay!" Barry called out to his neighbour and smiled warmly at her when she came to the front door.
Jane thought the young man was really odd but was happy that he was at least friendly to her.
"Hey, what's up?"
"I came to get you for the party."
"No man. Thanks but I just wanna hang by myself." She was already tipsy and really didn't want to go out.
"Aww fuck that! Theo hired some girls and they are reeeally hot."
She raised her eyebrow in interest. Of course she wanted to get laid but she also didn't really want to have sex with an amateur hooker.
"How hot?" She took a long gulp of beer.
"Just trust me, ok? Plus, we have two new prospects and we need to show them a good time!"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Fine." Conceding, she finished the rest of her beer, and grabbed her jacket. "You better make sure I get home."
"Don't worry, Jay. I'll make sure of it." He winked and led her two blocks away from her place.
They arrived and the party was already in full swing.
Jane was glad she was already on her way to drunk as her stomach churned at some of what she was seeing.
Theo was as high as a kite, smoking crack with a couple of half naked women hanging all over him.
A few guys she hadn't met yet were throwing back shots that she knew they were going to regret in the morning.
One guy was getting a blow job in the corner of the room. The quick snapshot of it caused her to gag a little.
The most tame part of the whole scene was the poker game going on the other side of the room with her father at the centre of it. Even then, a few women were giving the men at the table attention that was not anything that Jane wanted to be near. She waved to her Pop and sneered at the man who had dragged her along.
"This is nasty, Barry." She warned.
"No Jay, c'mon! It's great! Besides, I haven't had sex in like a week. Oooh, she's hot." He pointed to a blonde that waved at him and blew a kiss.
"This isn't a fuckin' buffet, dude!"
Barry waggled his eyebrows at her. "It kinda is! Just enjoy yourself. We haven't seen you get loose yet." He walked her over to the bar and poured two shots.
Jane picked up one and threw it back, enjoying the burn. "Another." She demanded him and he poured for her again. Three more and she was able to push her pestering Ma's voice to the back of her mind and enjoy an immoral evening, enjoying the pleasures of everything it had to offer.
Unfortunately, one of the new prospects didn't know how to manage himself when drunk and started groping one of the more scantily clad women present.
"Oww, get off me!" The woman yelled when the young man grabbed her breast too hard. When he didn't let up, Jane stepped between the two of them and shoved him against the bar.
An open bottle of tequila tipped and soaked his shirt.
"What the fuck was that for, you bitch?!" He yelled, having no idea who she was.
Barry smirked and hoped he'd get to see Jane live up to the stories he had heard about her.
She did.
The brunette raised an eyebrow at him and casually approached him and reached over to snatch Theo's lighter away as he was about to light up his cigarette. She flicked it open and held it to the bottom of the prospect's shirt with a sadistic smile. She stepped away from the chaos that followed.
His eyes widened comically in fear as he realised she had set him on fire. He screamed as it lit up quickly from the alcohol.
Jane and several others laughed hysterically and she was thanked thoroughly by the woman she had come to the rescue of.
Jane woke to warm skin at her back and her front and realised that she was naked and definitely not alone. Opening her eyes slowly to the sun streaming into the bedroom, she groaned at the pounding in her head and the vague memories of the night before.
Sliding from between the two other naked bodies in the bed, she looked back at it in disgust. The women were completely unconscious and hadn't noticed her departure.
The brunette got in the shower and washed the smell of last night away. When she was done she put her jeans and a shirt on and filled a cup with cold water.
Walking back into the bedroom, she dipped her fingers into the water and flicked it over the women in her bed. She chuckled with amusement at the horrified faces they pulled as they were woken up abruptly. It almost erased her regrets from the night before. Almost.
"Ok ladies, time for you to get out."
The women whined pathetically and Jane threw their clothes at them to change. She stood watching and as soon as they were dressed, she pushed them out of the bedroom and out the front door despite their vocal protests.
"Hi Jane, I'm so happy you made it." Gemma greeted the eldest and most promising Rizzoli with a kiss. This time it was on the lips.
"Uh, hey." She knew the older woman wasn't interested in her, she was just so liberal with her affection and had no boundaries at all.
"Sit down. Do you wanna beer?"
"Oh, no. I think I'm still digesting last night's." She groaned softly and Gemma laughed.
"Big night at Theo's huh?"
Jane scoffed. "Yeah… He's fuckin' crazy."
"Ain't that the truth!" Gemma poured Jane a glass of water and sat down across the table from her. "What happened over there? I wasn't game enough to drop in."
Jane groaned and put her head on the table.
"That bad, huh?" Gemma rubbed the taller woman's back and got up to retrieve dinner. "Keep talking." She prompted from the kitchen, only a few feet away.
"Uhh, well, it was just the usual shit. Bunch of people drunk or high, lots of women, lots of sex, and uh, one of the prospects may have been set on fire." Jane cringed at the pitch of Gemma's unimpressed response.
"What?! Which one? Who was the fuckin' idiot that did that?" She placed their food on the table and shook her head.
"Umm…" Jane looked guiltily at her.
The older woman laughed. "Oh my god, how the fuck did you manage that?"
"I didn't really mean to. The kid, uh Steve I think his name is? He was bein' a dick. He was a bit rough with one of the girls so I smacked him around a little and shoved him into the bench. He got drenched in tequila."
"Uh huh. So how did that equate to him being on fire?"
"Well, that part was when I took Theo's lighter and lit the fuckwit up."
"So, it wasn't an accident?" Gemma raised her eyebrow at Jane in disapproval but amusement.
"I guess not." Jane smirked. She ate a mouthful of food and moaned. "Oh damn, that's so good."
"Haven't had a home cooked meal in a while, huh?" Gemma commented and then changed to a slightly connected topic. "How's Amy?" She asked neutrally.
"No idea. She didn't come home last night or today. Probably with Johnny." Jane shrugged nonchalantly. She really didn't give a fuck.
"God, she's a fuckin' whore. You need to kick her out." Gemma declared in a protective motherly way that Jane almost felt the affection.
"I can't do that."
"Why not?!"
"We just got back together, kinda… I mean, we've been on and off for like, 15 years! Besides, where else is she gonna go, Gem?"
"I couldn't care less! Where was she while you were in prison?!" Gemma retorted, upset that Jane put so much energy into such a hopeless junkie.
"She stayed in my apartment." Jane confessed guiltily.
"Oh, for fuck's sake. You can do better." Gemma let the conversation drop for now. She knew she would get through to the biker eventually.
A bit of time lapsed while they ate. "I caught her injecting again." The biker confessed.
"Oh shit."
"Yeah. She had at least two fresh marks on each arm." Jane shook her head in disappointment.
"I'll handle it." Gemma offered.
"No, let me do it my way. If she's not clean in a month, then you can. Deal?" She smiled gratefully at the older woman. As crazy as she was being married to Paddy Doyle, Jane liked her a lot and was happy to be genuinely cared for by someone without an agenda.
Jane got up from the couch to answer the front door. It was Barry.
"Hey, your father wants us to meet a delivery at the docks in Boston."
"Ok. Lemme just grab my gun." She went back inside her house and retrieved her weapon and jacket.
"Your whole body look like that?" He pointed to the tattoos that covered every inch of her arms that weren't covered by the t-shirt. The colourful tattooed sleeves stopped at her wrists and when she wore a jacket, none at all were visible.
"Uh, pretty much. Arms, legs, chest, and back. Dumb move when I was younger." She slipped her jacket on, removing any trace of the artwork and pulled her hair back into a ponytail.
"Yeah, I only got a few but Colin's covered."
"Are we takin' bikes or the SUV?"
"We're just making sure a shipment gets in, so bikes it is." He winked at her.
"Ok, let's go."
When they arrived at the docks in Boston half an hour later, they met with their connection, Miguel, and everything seemed to be going smoothly. The delivery of guns was received and loaded into the back of the truck.
As Jane paid Miguel his portion of the payment, a door into the warehouse opened just to their right. The Hispanic man dropped his money as he looked over in horror. "No Alvarez—" Another Hispanic man posed as one the workers pulled a gun out and shot Miguel in the head and then proceeded to shoot at the two Druids bikers.
"Holy fuck!" Barry pulled his weapon out and dove after Jane, behind a stack of crates.
Jane looked over at the entryway. "Cover me!" She shouted, running across a large expanse of the warehouse. She shot out to her side, ducking her head, and slammed her back into the wall around the corner that was closer to the shooter. "Fuck." She whispered and looked at her arm. The material of her new jacket had been grazed by a bullet. She was really pissed off now. She reached around the corner and fired off several shots and waited.
"It's clear, Jay! Good fuckin' shot!" Barry ran over and felt for a pulse. "We gotta bag him and get the fuck outta here." Most of the other workers had split but a few had been killed in the mini-shootout.
Jane approached casually and looked down at the dead man. She noticed a mark on the side of his neck. "He's a Mestizo." She stated flatly.
"Oh damn."
"Just leave him. Let's go." She commanded and Barry followed. He was stunned at how calm Jane was despite what had just happened. He guessed that's why she had such a good reputation. She'd never done serious time or had any major injuries that would make her appear weak.
She continued her relaxed pace as she walked out, cool as ice, even at the sound of nearby sirens.
"Uh Jay, I think I'm gonna head into the city for a bit. I need a few drinks after that. Wanna join me?"
"Yeah, a few drinks sounds pretty good right now. We can park at my apartment and walk somewhere."
"Perfect!"
The pair discretely rode away from the dock and made their way into the heart of Boston.
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