Yep, you read that right, this is an 'Essex Boys' fic.
If you haven't seen the movie with Sean Bean....well....you might not get the whole of it. But hopefully it's entertaining enough anyway.

Those that have seen the movie - I obviously changed the ending. In fact, almost everything after the "incident" with Jason & the girl, Suzy, can be ignored, forgotten.
Mr. D makes good on the bad batch of pills, they pulled off the plan to intercept the courier and got stinkin' rich from it. (But Perry Elley was not involved, 'cause he's gonna show up a bit in later chapters.)

Ok, well...I guess that' enough. Here you go:




Disclaimer:The characters from the movie do not belong to me, but I have given them new friends to play with. And my apologies to the original writers for completely changing the second half. ;)
Rating: This chapter 'R' for language and sexual reference, most of the rest will probably be 'NC-17' (C'mon! We're talkin' Jason Locke here!)
Beta: A big "Thank You!" to my dear friend Jacqui for reading and helping me out with dialect. *hugs*






Christ, I ‘ate when he gets ‘at look in his eye! When Jason Locke looks at me like ‘at, where his mouth turns up in a devious-like, sorta half-grin, and his eyes get just a wee bit darker shade a green, I know he’s cookin’ up somethin’ and somebody’s gonna end up hurt…or worse.

“You sure ‘bout that, Billy?” he says to me.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I tell him. See, I just told ‘im how the workers was puttin’ a new sign up on the ol’ Monte Carlo night club and that it’s supposed to reopen tomorrow night with new owners and a new name – the Avalon.

“Jus’ like ‘at, eh?” He says lookin’ over at Peter. Him an’ Peter been mates for quite a while now and when Jason got outa tha joint six months back, Peter made ol’ Jase a partner. Guess it’s only right, seein’ Jason kept ‘is mouth shut an’ all, otherwise the whole lot of ‘em woulda been sent up. But it’s Jason everybody sees as the head of the whole operation. If Jason Locke says somethin’ you can bet they listen. See, Jason’s got a mean streak an’ he’s not one to hide it. He’s got this little bottle of acid he keeps with him, ya see? An’ I seen ‘im use it more ‘an once. It ain’t pretty, ain’t pretty at all. “Funny we’re just now hearin’ about it, isn’t it?” He says to Peter.

And Peter says, “Yeah, they didn’t ask us now, did they?”

And then there’s that look again and Jason says, “Guess we’ll ‘ave ta pay ‘em a little visit, eh?” Peter just smiles, he knows what Jason’s got in mind.

That’s when Wayne pipes up; he’s been sittin’ at Peter’s bar, drinkin’ Peter’s scotch, just listenin’. “So who are we dealin’ with ‘ere?” Like he was gonna deal with ‘em! Wayne just does what Peter tells ‘im, and if there’s rough stuff he just tends to fade into the background ‘til things cool off a bit and then jumps back in like a big man. Peter ‘asn’t seemed to notice, but I know Jason ‘as.

Jason’s lookin’ at me, waitin’ for an answer, I guess. “Don’t know.” I tell ‘im. “I just saw’em puttin’ up the new sign on my way here.”

“Well, see wha’ you can find out, eh, Billy Whizz? We don’ wanna go in there blind.” And that’s that, I got me orders an’ I go see wha’ I can find out before tomorrow night.

~~~~~


The silver Mercedes pulled up in front of the Avalon nightclub and the four doors open, the men inside climb out and gather on the sidewalk. It’s dark, but it’s early yet for a Friday night and the street isn’t very crowded. The bright blue lights of the new sign cast a moon-like glow on the pavement.

Jason stops and looks up. “Avalon.” He says distastefully, “What kinda fuckin’ name is ‘at?” Peter and Wayne just laugh and go along with the remark. “Wud you say this bloke’s name was, Billy?” he asks the young driver.

“Sinclair.” Is the answer, “Alex Sinclair.” From what Billy had been able to find out, this Sinclair fellow had snatched up the Monte Carlo almost as soon as the doors were chained up for numerous code violations and put just enough money into it to get the doors open again. No one seemed to know any more about him, it was a new name to anyone in this area.

Jason looked at the man at the door. “Wot d’ya say we go introduce ourselves, an’ welcome ‘im ta the neighborhood proper-like, eh?” he snickered and proceeded to the front entrance.

The doorman was a big, burly black man with a clean-shaven head and perfect white teeth. He was wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt that clung to his well-muscled torso and finely cut black trousers. He had a wireless earpiece attached to his left ear and held a clipboard in his right hand which he held up to block Jason’s entrance to the club. “Sorry, gents.” He said with a slight Caribbean accent, “Tonight’s invitation only.”

Jason looked at the clipboard, “Ya gotta be fuckin’ jokin’.” He muttered and looked up at the man.

The doorman seemed oblivious to the steely green glare. “Sorry, ya gotta be on the list.” He explained lifting the clipboard slightly.

“Tell your boss we have some business to discuss.” directed Peter from behind Jason.

“Look,” said the black man firmly, “You’ll have ta come back tomorrow. If ya ain’t on the list, Alex won’t be discussin’ anythin’ witcha tanight.”

Jason scoffed. “Is ‘at right?” and with a quick glance back at Peter he added, “Well, tell’ im Jason Locke is ‘ere.” Jason then slammed his fist into the man’s midsection, sending him stumbling backward, and casually entered the club.

Before they reached the bar two more men in the same black uniform stepped in front of Jason. Jason’s green eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted into an evil grin. “You got a problem?” He said in challenge.

“Boys, boys!” came an unfamiliar voice. “Mr. Locke and his friends are more than welcome to join us!” The two men stepped aside and a middle-aged man in a sharp linen suit came forward offering his hand. “My apologies Mr. Locke, welcome to Avalon.”

Jason took his hand hesitantly. “You Sinclair?” he asked looking the man over.
“Uh…no…no.” was the reply. “I’m Michael Abbott, the assistant manager, Alex has a few things to finish up upstairs. Please, sit!” urged Abbott as he motioned them forward to a table in the corner. “Have a drink while you wait.”

Jason looked back at his companions and shrugged. “Yeah, awright.” He said and led his friends to the table.

“This is more like it, eh?” commented Peter as they sat down and looked around. The place looked pretty much the same, except for a fresh coat of paint and some new fixtures. The club was just beginning to fill up with the beautiful people, the music was subdued for the moment, no doubt to be picked up a notch or two as the place filled.

Michael came back to the table carrying a bottle of Cristal followed by a waitress with four glasses. “Gentlemen, again, my apologies for the misunderstanding at the door.” He motioned the girl to put the glasses on the table. “With our compliments.” He said, popping the cork. “I’ve been assured it was merely an oversight you were not included on the guest list. It has been rather hectic around here trying to get ready for tonight.”

“Understandable, Mr. Abbott.” Peter replied with a glance to Jason.

“Please, call me Mick.” The manager interrupted as he filled the glasses.
“Alright, Mick, have you told Mr. Sinclair we’d like ta discuss a little business proposition with ‘im?” Peter continued.

Mick looked up at the dark two-way mirror over the empty dance floor. “Yes, yes I have.” He turned back to the men seated in front of him. “Unfortunately, Alex is still on the phone, last minute business, you know. Shouldn’t be too much longer.” He set the bottle of champagne in the middle of the table. “But, please, in the mean time, enjoy yourself!” As if on cue, as he left the table, the multi-colored lights over the dance floor began to flash and the music started to pound it’s techno-beat announcing the party had begun.

Peter took a long draw on his cigar and watched as the first dancers moved to the dance floor. “How about that, eh?” he said loudly to be heard over the pulsing music. “One mention a yer name, and they’re kissin’ our ass!” Wayne laughed and lifted his glass in a toast before downing its contents. Billy sat quietly, sipping his champagne, waiting. That’s what Jason liked about Billy, though. He was always there when he was needed and he kept his mouth shut.

“Billy,” Jason said, “why don’t you go mingle about an’ see wot ya can find out about this Sinclair geezer, eh?” Billy nodded and left the table. Jason stared at the manager who was behind the bar discussing something rather heatedly with the bartender. “I dunno,” he said to Peter, “I don’t trust ‘im, he’s bin a little too friendly, if y’ask me.” The pair behind the bar looked up to the window over the dance floor again and Jason followed their gaze. “I think they’re stallin’ for some reason.”

Peter reached for the bottle on the table and refilled Jason’s glass. “Relax, will ya? Let’s just give ‘em a bit and drink their booze, eh?”

They were halfway through their second bottle of Cristal and Jason was getting antsy. He tried to keep an eye on the manager but it had become increasingly more difficult as the club filled to near capacity. Billy had come back with nothing to report, no one seemed to know who this Alex Sinclair was. “All these people are ‘ere by invitation only, but no one seems t’know who invited ‘em? Why d’ya suppose ‘at is?” he wondered aloud.

At that moment, there was a break in the crowd and Jason spotted a gorgeous brunette make her way to the lone empty stool at the end of the bar. Her deep chestnut colored hair fell softly over tanned shoulders. She wore a simple black tank dress that hugged her every curve like a second skin. “Christ…” he muttered as she sat down. “Will ya look at the arse on that one!” He took a sip of his champagne as she leaned forward so the bartender could light her cigarette, her hemline rising precariously higher as she did so. “Fuck…” whispered Jason. He quickly downed the rest of his drink, his green eyes never leaving the dark-haired beauty. “I think I’ll go ask some a me own questions.” He said as he set his empty glass on the table. His friends smiled as they watched him make his way through the crowd.

“Well, that should keep ‘im occupied for a bit.” Chuckled Peter and he refilled the rest of the glasses.

Jason made his way to the bar and squeezing himself in next to his target motioned to the bartender. “You ‘ave Macallan?” he asked the man, who nodded in return. “On the rocks.”

As he waited for his drink Jason turned to the brunette, she was even more captivating up close. Her skin was flawless with a healthy glow of color and her eyes were a rich honey brown. He watched as she brought her cigarette up to her full lips. “That’s bad fer ya, y’know.” He said casually as she inhaled.

The woman turned slightly, her eyes blatantly looking him over. “A lot of things are bad for me.” She stated smoothly. “But I do them anyway, makes life much more interesting.”

Jason grinned. “My kinda girl.” He purred and leaned a bit closer. “Can I buy ya a drink?”

“I’m good, thanks.” She said, glancing down at the nearly full martini glass in front of her.

Jason watched her closely. “Christ!” he thought to himself, “She’s fuckin’ gorgeous!” It was a natural beauty, too, no need for much as far as make-up, a bit of smoky liner around her eyes and some shine to her lips was all she needed.

The bartender returned with Jason’s scotch and placed it in front of him as Jason pulled a twenty out of his money clip. “Oh, no charge, Mr. Locke, you’re group is on the house tonight.” With a shrug, Jason put his money back in his pocket.

“You’re Jason Locke.” Said the woman as she turned slightly toward him on the barstool.

Jason smiled proudly. “So you’ve ‘eard a me then?” His green eyes sparkled as they met hers.

“Yeah, I’ve heard about you.” She replied, not breaking his gaze.

The side of Jason’s mouth turned up in his half-grin. “Anythin’ good?”

A smiled spread across the brunette’s beautiful face. “No, actually…nothin’ good at all!”

Jason laughed. “’At’s awright then, I’d be worried if they started sayin’ nice things ‘bout me!” He studied her as she laughed and took a sip of her drink. “So what d’ya know ‘bout the bloke that bought this place?” he asked her, though he was really no longer interested in his previous quest.

The brunette looked at Jason out of the corner of her eye and smiled slightly. “Nothing really.” She said with a shrug of her slender shoulders.

“Why is it no one ‘ere knows anythin’ about the man but ya ‘ad to ‘ave an invite t’get in tha door?”

“Can you keep a secret?” she asked leaning closer to Jason. “I wasn’t really invited.”

Jason inhaled her subtle musky scent. “Yeah?” he said raising his brows. Tipping his head next to hers he whispered, “Me either.”

The woman laughed softly. “Oh? I hope you didn’t have to do what I did to get in here!”

Jason straightened, his eyes wide, hoping she did not mean what he thought she did. “Wha? The big bloke out front?”

The brunette smiled wickedly and nodded before taking another sip from her glass.

“Fuck….” Murmured Jason.

“C’mon…it wasn’t all that!!” laughed the woman. “Actually all it took was a smile and a little flutter of my lashes!”

Jason laughed again. “I wager y’can get quite a bit out a one of yer smiles.”

“What makes you think that?” she asked in feigned innocence, though her slight, seductive smile gave her away.

Jason took a deep breath, fighting the urge to bend her over the bar and fuck her right then and there, his cock twitched at the thought of it. Then as he looked at the warm glow in her honey-colored eyes and watched as her tongue peeked out to moisten her full lips before they turned into her come-hither smile again he decided he would much rather be able to look at her as he buried himself inside her. “Jesus!” he muttered, “Yer like tha fuckin’ Mona Lisa with that smile!”

The brunette laughed aloud at his comment and took another drag on her cigarette. “So what did you do to get in here?” she asked curiously.

“I persuaded ‘im with me charmin’ personality.” Joked Jason. “And then I buried me fist in ‘is gut.”

Again the dark-haired beauty laughed and slowly shook her head. “Do you cause trouble everywhere you go?”

Jason chuckled. “Nah, not ev’rywhere.” And with a shrug he added, “But like y’said, it does make life more int’restin’ dunnit?” Moving closer once again, he decided it was time to put an end to the small talk. It was time to get her out of there and find a place to spend the rest of night, alone, with that delectable body of hers writhing beneath his. He brought his hand up and brushed her silky locks off her shoulder. His hand then slowly and softy traveled down the bare skin of her arm. “Why don’t we go somewhere an’ see wot sorta trouble we can get inta? Jus’ tha two of us?”

The brunette smiled but moved away from his touch. “I don’t think so. Sorry.”

Cocking his head and raising his brows, Jason leaned in closer, not sure he heard her correctly. “Wha’? Did you just say ‘No’?” No one said no to Jason Locke. Why did she have to ruin everything by forcing him to have to persuade her?

“Don’t take it too hard, love.” She said still smiling. “While I do find you somewhat appealing, I just don’t think it would be a good idea.”

“Somewhat appealing?” he thought. Who the hell is she? “Yeah? Well, I think it’s a great idea! C’mon, I promise I’ll make it very int’restin.” He placed his hand on her back to urge her off her barstool.

Laughing, the woman stayed put. “I’m sure you would! I’m just not looking for that kind of trouble. I don’t need a jealous wife to come pounding on my door looking for her errant husband.”

“Wha? I ain’t married.” Lied Jason.

“Bull shit.” She replied.

“I thought ya enjoyed doin’ bad things.” He reminded her. “Guess yer not quite the bad girl ya pretend ta be, are ya?”

She turned and looked him in the eye. “I said I can be bad, not stupid.” The brunette stated flatly. She smiled at the flash of anger in Jason’s eyes. “Yeah, I’ve heard about you Jason Locke, I’ve heard a lot of things about you, not very nice things. I know you’ve only been out about six months and you go about like you own the South End, and the rest of Essex for that matter. You and your boys there, are into just about everything of questionable legality, and I also know you’ll fuck just about any little tart that opens her legs wide enough. And then you’ll go home and fuck your wife!” She quickly downed the last of her drink and continued. “I’m not some whore you can take to your car for a quick shag in the backseat while your friends, there, wait for you.” She slid off her seat and stood only inches from Jason, her hand slid slowly down between his legs and squeezed gently. “You want to get this near me, it’ll be only me. I don’t play second to anyone, not even your wife.”

The woman turned to leave, but Jason grabbed her arm. “Jus’ who tha fuck d’ya think y’are?” he growled. “I don’ think you’ve ‘eard enough about me, cos y’obviously dunno who y’ dealin’ with.”

Her rich brown eyes glared back at him. “I know exactly who I’m dealing with. You’re the one who hasn’t a clue.” The woman jerked her arm from his tightening grip.

“Jason.” interrupted Billy from behind.

“Not now, Billy.” Snarled Jason, his eyes never leaving the woman. “Why don’t you fill me in then, eh?” he put to her. “ Wha’ makes you so special?”

“Jason.” It was Peter this time. “The owner is gone.”

Jason turned around. “You gotta be fuckin’ jokin?”

Peter shook his head. “No, that Abbott bloke just told us he was called away suddenly. Business, he said.”

“Yeah, right.” Muttered Jason sarcastically. “The fuckin’ wanker. Keeps us waitin’ round all night for nothin’”

“He said we should come back round tomorrow around three, he’ll be able to meet with us then.” Added Peter.

“We’ll see ‘bout that, eh?” Turning around Jason cursed when he saw the woman was gone; his prey had escaped. “Where is she?” he asked the bartender, who was wiping the bar where her glass had been.

The man shrugged. “Left, I guess.” He said and nodded toward the exit.

“Fuckin’ bitch.” Muttered Jason in frustration and headed to the door.

Outside, Jason stood on the sidewalk, his hands on his hips, his green eyes keenly aware of every person on the street. There was no sign of her. He turned to the doorman who glared down at him, still feeling the pain of Jason’s fist in his stomach. “Tell yer boss we’ll be back tomorrow ta talk to ‘im. No excuses.” Jason sneered. Examining the crowd once again, he then turned to his driver. “Billy, bring the motor round, will ya? Let’s get tha fuck outta ‘ere.”

As Billy left to get the car Jason studied the street once again, shaking his head. “What a fuckin’ wasted night!”

~~~~~


I shouldn’t laugh, I s’pose, but it’s good to see Jason put in ‘is place every once in a while. Don’t get me wrong, I like Jason an’ all, but he can be a complete arse’ole sometimes. He’s used ta gettin’ ‘is way, tha’s fer sure! An’ tonight, nothin’ went ‘is way, did it?

Look at ‘im, jus’ starin’ out tha winda, not sayin’ nothin’. I can tell he’s right angry, ‘is teeth grindin’, an’ ‘is fist clenched like ‘at. I’m not sure what’s gettin’ ta ‘im more, the fact we didn’t see that Sinclair bloke or that classy lookin’ bird walkin’ out on ‘im.

“Billy, I want ya t’find out ev’rything y’can ‘bout ‘er for me, right?” he says to me. Guess that answers me question, doesn’ it?

“Yeah, sure Jason.” I tell ‘im, even tho’ I don’ have a clue who she is. Neither does he, he never even got her name! Christ! He must think I’m a fuckin’ psychic or summat’!

I guess it’s okay if I laugh at ‘im once in a while, eh? To meself, of course.