chapter 52

 

Casa Bongiovi was very busy on a Monday, Colleen had school and cheerleader practice, Jon was flying to the Hamptons, they were moving to New Jersey for the month, leading up to winter break.

 

They would come home and pack whatever was needed for the three weeks before bringing the boys home from Pennington. Good thing she had winter clothes out in her apartment over the bar, and some beach clothes from the Christmas cruise on the Aphrodite, the yacht that Jon had rented for the second half of their break.

 

Jon met up with Max at the Teterboro helipad, for a quick flight to the Hamptons.  Max had brought along all the plans for the new security plans for the bar and the prenup he had hinted to Jon.   

 

It was a short flight, when they touched down Jamie was waiting by his car.  Max had his own car waiting to take him to do his jobs with the yard contracts and meeting with the Seals that were hired before meeting up at the bar around one pm. Jamie and Jon headed out to his house, he had to go get something out of his bedside table safe.  Pocketing the little black box into his briefcase, he and Jamie sat down with Jamie’s wife Sara and talked about how he planned for all the family’s security.  Sara thanked him, she felt safer here then their house with the baby Rose.

 

Jamie walked Jon out to the car to take them to the bar.  Jamie looked over at Jon and thanked him again.

 

“You know you don’t have to do this? We aren’t even family yet.” Jamie ran his hands over the steering wheel.

 

“We Sicilians take care of our family, and your Colleen’s family and I will do everything in my power to protect her and you guys,” Jon told him.

 

“I told Matt and Tony that I always wanted brothers.” Jamie looked over a Jon.

 

“Well, you got three and three nephews and one niece.” Jon held out his hand to Jamie and gave him the brotherhood handshake.

 

They pulled into the parking lot of O’Sullivans about the same time as Max.

 

“Hey Jonny, Everything is ready,” Max handed Jon a file folder.

 

“Jamie this is Max, the best lawyer I could ever have.” Jon introduced the two men.

 

“Hey man thanks for everything you’ve done for my sister,” Jamie said to Max.

 

“Anything for Miss Colleen,” Max told him.

 

The three walked into the empty bar, Cullen and Maggie came out of the kitchen.

 

Jon asked Cullen if they could talk in private, before they got started.

 

Maggie smiled that smile that all mothers had when they know something we mere mortal men don’t understand.  “Use the kitchen, it's private.”

 

Cullen pulled two beers out of the cooler and they sat at the island.

 

Jon had this all planned out in his mind, the whole fight out, taking a deep swig of beer, just to get courage.

 

“I never done this in my life, you’re the first,” Jon fumbled the first of his speech. “I know I’ve only known Colleen for five months, but I love her with all my heart and soul.  I come here to ask your permission to marry your daughter if she’ll have me.”

 

“You said it yourself, you’ve only been dating Colleen for five months, are you sure it’s love and not lust,” Cullen asked?

 

“I think I fell a little in love when I walked into this bar for the first time.  Something clicked, we talked on the phone a lot, but I knew I wasn’t letting her go,” Jon told him.  “The lust came after I fell in love.  When I married my late wife we had been together for almost half my life. We married on the spur of the moment, the band was at the top, we had sold out the whole tour, and I said let’s get married,” Jon told him.  “I never felt like I needed to ask her dad, but with Colleen, I wanted to start this marriage off on the right foot.”

 

Cullen had nodded at all the right places, then he took a deep drink of beer.

 

“Jon, if I say yes, you promise to keep her safe, to love her, to make all her dreams come true, and to never go to bed angry?” Cullen looked deep into Jon’s eyes.

 

Jon knew what dream he was talking about, hell other rockers like Mick and Rod fathered kids late in their life, and they are still touring. If they could do it so could he.

 

“I promise, with all my heart,” Jon told him.

 

Cullen got up from the island and reached out his hand to Jon.  “You have my and Maggie’s blessings.”

 

The shook hands across the island then Cullen pulled him into a bear hug and slapped him on the back.

 

“Welcome to the family son, Maggie will be in seventh heaven, all these grandkids,” Cullen smiled from ear to ear.

 

They walked back to the barroom.

 

“Mag’s say hello to your future son-in-law,” Cullen slapped Jon on the back again.

 

“Oh my stars, welcome to the family, son,” Maggie pulled Jon in her arms as tears ran down her face.  Looking up to heaven she thanked God that her wishes were coming true.

 

Jamie smiled and nodded to Jon.

 

Now came the hard part.  “You might not be happy after your bossy future son-in-law tells you the other reason that we’re here,” Jon looked at her parents, “Because of my fame, is causing the need for extra security.”

 

Jon told them about the new alarm system going in the bar and the apartment.  The need for them to either move to his house on the beach till this was over, or the apartment, but he would prefer the beach house, it was safer.  The new armed security guards that would work shifts in the bar, they were ex-navy seals, Just like Colleen driver and at his city apartment.

 

“Is this all necessary Jon,” Cullen asked?

 

Max brought out the pictures of the three thugs and of the damage to Colleen's house.

 

“Will stay in the apartment,” Maggie told him. “Who knows, these seals might bring in more ladies to the bar.”

 

Jon, Jamie, and Max laughed.

 

“You never know Maggie,” Jon reached over the table and patted her hand.

 

Max smiled and took over the meeting with the three O’Sullivans.  Soon Jon and Max were back in the chopper heading back to the city. Jon patted the briefcase, just feeling the box inside made him smile.  His assistant helped him find the ring he saw in the city when he and John Shanks met in the office. He had sneaked and tied a string around Colleen’s finger to get the size.  He had planned to do this at Christmas while all the family was there, but he was going to skype with the kids and he wanted to show them the ring, he knew Stephanie would demand to see the rock.  The canary diamond represented the sun that Colleen had brought back to his life, he had the eternity band of diamonds in the vault at Max’s office for the wedding, along with his wedding band with Dorothea, which would go to Jesse when he finally settled down.  

 

Chapter 51

 

Jon took a deep breath and answered his cell.

 

“Hi Mom,” was all he got out of his mouth before his mom started to ream him a new one.

 

“Jon Francis what are you thinking? Did you and that woman run off to Vegas?  Did you not learn your lesson with Dorothea?  Once again my cell phone has been ringing off the hook,” Carol Bongiovi was not happy, at all.

 

Jon took that breath to jump in.

 

“Mom we aren’t married, yet,” He got out those five little words, then his mother shut him down.

 

“What do you mean yet?”  Carol about screamed the word is Jon ear.

 

“Well, I haven’t asked yet,” Jon told his mother.   He could hear his dad yelling at his mother to give him the phone.  They argued till dad came on the phone.

 

“Jonny, just keep Cullen’s daughter safe and be happy,” John Senior told his son. His dad always had his back, when his mom went off the deep end, trying to run his life. He loved his mom, but she had to cut the strings, and like Pinocchio, and let him be a real boy.  He was over fifty-five, not some kid going out in the world for the first time. He thought by taking the fan club away from her, she would get the idea.  But no, it would take threats and putting his foot down.  Looked like a quick trip to Miami was necessary.

 

“I am dad,” Jon took Colleen’s hand and brought it to his lips and kissed her knuckle.

 

His dad ended his call, Jon looked over at Colleen.

 

“Well we made TMZ,” Jon told her. “I bet every media outlet all over the internet.”

 

Colleen cuddled in his arms, “Is this going to be another Jon Bon Jovi is dead deal?”

 

“Naugh, but I know the next calls will be my manager, the record company, and my band manager.  But, they’ll wait till tomorrow to call.  More Paparazzi will be around, at least they don’t know your name,” Jon rubbed her back as he talked.

 

“Unless someone sells the information to the rag mags,” Colleen said as she let her fingers walk up and down his chest.  “Like someone at Poly, either a single mom parent or one of the teaching staff.”

 

Jon thought about what she said, knowing how vindictive the dean of students was with Colleen being kept at Poly, he might sell it, to get back at us.

 

“You think, well I better call my lawyer to do some digging,” Jon told her, then he had a dick killing thought.  “I think we need to move into the Inn till all this blows over.”

 

“Why?  You thought of someone didn’t you,” Colleen asked?

 

“The thugs are wearing ankle monitors, right?  Yeah I think we need to move into the Shoe Inn, till the court hearing, just to be safe,” Jon told her.

 

Colleen sat up and gasped.

 

“If they can get my information online, they can get to mom and dad,” Colleen gasped and looked down at Jon.  “Jamie and his family too.

 

Jon rolled over to the edge of the bed and grabbed his cell off the nightstand and called Max.

 

“Hey, Max, sorry to wake you up but this can’t wait.” Jon got up and started to pace.

 

“I was going to call you tomorrow, you want the standard prenup?” Max asked as he sat up and pulled out a pen and notepad from his bedside table.

 

“I’ll tell you after Wednesday, but I take it you saw or heard the TMZ, we have a major problem.” Jon looked over at Colleen.

 

“The trial, the thugs being on parole?  It just hit me.” Max sat up straighter. “But you have Albert, he’s ex CIA.”

 

“Colleen’s family, they’ll need some protection,” Jon told him.  “The bar, the houses and maybe check out the security at the bar and the two houses.”

 

“I can put two working in the bar and some cars around the houses.” Max double-underlined security.

 

“I’m going to fly out tomorrow to the Hamptons,” Jon told him, killing two birds with one stone.

 

“What time, I’ll clear my calendar and meet you at the heliport.” Max would call his office and let them know he would be out of the office for the next four days or more for JBJ.

 

“Say Ten.  I’ll call them at six and get this ball rolling.” Jon told him. 

 

“See you at ten,” Max said and hung up.

 

Colleen had grabbed her phone and called Jamie at the bar.

 

“Hey, little sis, or should I say future Mrs. Bongiovi?  What’s up, beside you being firemaned by Jon?” Jamie laughed.

 

“Jon will be out there tomorrow with Max, you guys might be in danger, my attackers are on parole.” Colleen noticed Jon standing in front of her, she handed him the phone.

 

“Jam, I want to protect you guys, it just hit us that all this TMZ and media shit will bring those thugs to the Hamptons,” Jon told him.

 

“You’re going to be here Wednesday, you think this shit could start tomorrow,” Jamie asked him.  He looked at all the stragglers in the bar, no one new as of late. He was going to have to be more attentive now.  “Think mom and dad should go to Miami till this blows over?”

 

 

“Might be a good idea, we’ll talk about it with Max tomorrow,” Jon told him.  “Can you and your family move into my place I have state of the art security out there?”

 

“I will tomorrow,” Jamie told him. “Talk it over with Lissa.”

 

“Max will get extra security set up tomorrow, I can help you move out there when I get there.  Meet me at the bar at about eleven.”

 

“I’ll be there,” Jamie told him.

 

They ended the call and Jon handed Colleen back her phone.

 

“If anything happens to them,” she let that thought hang not wanting to thinks the consequence were.

 

Jon pulled her up and into his arms and rocked her as she broke a little. “I won’t let anything happen to them or you, I protect what is mine.”

 

They stood like that until the tears dried up and headed back to bed.

 

Before Colleen got into bed, she went to the bathroom and turned on the light and closed the door but for a crack.

 

Jon watched her, this was the same thing she did when she was here the first night. She had told him it made her feel safe.  At least it wasn’t shining in his eyes like the closet light.  Right before climbing in, she locked the bedroom door.  It was still hours before Jon heard her breathing even out and her ladylike snore could be heard, did he try to shut off his brain, six in the morning came early.

chapter 50

 

Sunday saw them at Pennington Prep, after a promised trip to Walmart, they took the boys to an early dinner.

 

“So how’s it going with the redo,” Jake asked Colleen.

 

“It just got started last night, but I have something to ask you and Ro.” Colleen put her fork by her plate.  “You know I won’t make any changes to anything you four don’t want changed, but the kitchen upstairs, is it really needed?”

 

Jon’s ears perked up on this, when he showed her that room, she hadn’t said anything about it.  Now he waited on his two youngest to answer.

“We never used it, it was more mom and dad,” Romeo told her.  Jake agreed with Romeo.

 

“Jonny, what do you use it for?” Colleen turned her attention on Jon.

 

“Coffee, maybe a midnight snack,” he had thought about why they had put it there, but for a quick coffee, or a bottle of wine on a romantic night. “What are you thinking Colleen?”

 

“Well, I was thinking more like a butler’s pantry, Wine cooler coffee machine, microwave, and a bar fridge.  Jamie did this at his place, so he would know where to get the good stuff at restaurant rates.” Colleen told them.

 

“Sounds like a great idea, they have something like that in the dorms”, Jake told them.

 

“Yeah, I put my soda’s stuff in that fridge holder Miss O, picked up off Amazon for Jake and me,” Romeo told his dad.

 

“I had something in my dorm at NYU, made those cram sessions a whole lot easier than having bugs in our rooms,” Colleen smiled.

 

“What would you do with the rest of that room, it’s huge,” Jon asked her.

 

“Maybe an office for me, like my own desk, like I had set up on the corner of my living room,” Colleen told them. Pulling out her notepad from her bag and a pen she showed them what she had doodled last night after Jon had gone to sleep and it was too quiet for her to sleep.

 

Jon leaned over and looked at the drawing, damn she had measurements.

 

“I dabbled in interior design for a Crip class, but deff not an easy A class.” Colleen laughed.  “I got a B.”

 

“You got a B?” Jake asked.

 

“Yes, the professor didn’t like I tried to put a ballroom in my houses, which was my other Crip class that I did get an A in,” Colleen told the boys with a smile.

 

“You took ballroom dancing?” Romeo asked her.

 

“Sure did, from the sixth grade to college, my mom’s idea when dad was in politics,” she put her notepad in her purse.

 

Jon paid the bill, they went back to the dorms and put their stuff up, and then Jon and Colleen left to go back by the Jersey house.  He showed her the outbuildings, the pub that excited her when she saw the pool table.

 

“Don’t tell me another Crip class?” Jon laughed.

 

“Nope we own a bar Jon, of course, I know how to shoot pool,” she laughed as she spun the cue ball into the pocket.

 

Jon picked her up and sat her on the table.  “Little strip pool?” Jon asked as he stepped between her open legs.

 

Colleen put her arms around his neck, pulling his lips to hers. “yep.” Was all she said before they devoured each other’s lips.

 

Jon was ready to christen the pool table right there and then, but his brain doused his hard-on when he remember, Monday not Sunday, breaking the kiss he took a deep breath and added the pool table is where they would christen their new life when they moved here in Jersey.

 

Taking her off the pool table, he took her hand to walk over to show her his pride and glory, his studio.

 

He flipped on the light to the stairs and led her up.  Reaching for the light in the studio he stood back and let her in.

 

“Oh wow, it’s bigger than I thought. Are those all you babies?” she pointed to the rack of guitars. 

 

“Some of them, the rack over there are Phil X’s when he’s in town.  We can work out here than rent time in the city, that would make Shanks pissed, but he’s on my payroll,” Jon told her as he walked her into the control room.

 

Colleen walked around the room with her hands behind her back, like she was afraid to touch any of the switches and buttons.

 

“Can I come out and watch y’all record sometime?”  She sat in Obie’s chair and looked up at Jon.

 

“Sure, but it’s loud and crude at times,” Jon put his hands on the arms of the chair and leaned down for a kiss.

 

“Sort of like the bar on a Pat’s/Giants game night on ESPN?”  Colleen asked him.

 

“Worse.” Jon laughed and pulled her out of the chair, “we're gonna need a long shower when we get home.” Jon told her.

 

“Oh hell yes.”  She said as he took her hand and pulled her out of the studio and down the stairs and across the yard to the SUV. Holding her door and made sure she was buckled in, he ran around the front of the SUV and climbed in. He prayed no traffic on the Garden State as he drove fast to the townhouse. Getting his wish he pulled up to the building and tossed the keys to Hal, and tossed her over his shoulder and carried her into the elevator.  Not caring how many pictures ended up online or TMZ.

 

Much later they were cuddled in the middle of the bed, his cell phone was blowing up.

 

Jake: Dad, for an old man you still have the moves, just don’t hurt your knee again.

 

Stephanie: Daddy OMG quit trying to do a Kardashian and blow up the internet!

 

 Joker: When do the rest of us get to meet the future Mrs. JBJ?

 

Little T: Mucho Hombre Kidd.

 

PX: JBJ why is the band FAM the last to know?

 

That one made them both laugh at the text he got.  So far the Hampton family hadn’t chimed in yet. ‘Oh shit, I haven’t asked her dad yet!’ Just then Colleen’s phone started to ding. 

 

“Oh God I didn’t think they would be online or watching television on Sunday,” Colleen groaned.  Instead of texting, she called Jamie. Sitting up and leaning on the headboard she waited on him to answer.

 

“Mom called me and yelled at me, like I knew you two were that serious, it’s all over with the pictures from last night and them Mr. Caveman Bon Jovi today rumor has it you two are secretly married and baby number five is on the way.” Jamie told her.

 

Colleen took a deep breath, but Jon grabbed her phone.

 

“Never believe what the media says, we aren’t married yet, and there is no baby,” Jon told him.

 

“Yet?” Jamie asked. 

 

Jon looked at Colleen and smiled, “Yet.”

 

That was when Jon phone rang, Jon looked down and then back to Colleen.  “Mom.”

 

Colleen looked down at the caller ID. “Mine or yours?”

 

“Mine,” Jon rolled his eyes.  “Fuck.”

 

Chapter 49

 

Chapter 49

 

Jon was shocked that she wanted light gray.  She had a whole rainbow of colors, and the first one that came out was gray.  Not just gray, light gray with dark gray trim.

 

“You sure light gray?” Jon watched her eyes.

 

“Yes, with dark gray trim.  I love the sheers that are up now.” She got up off his lap and went to the window.  “Unless people on the other side or on the river can see into our bedroom.”

 

Jon grabbed the ring of swatches and walked over to the window and looked out.  “I never thought about it, maybe shadows,” He never thought of not having curtains.

 

“How about shutters, plantation shutters would look good with the sheers, I’m not a fan of curtains,” Colleen wrapped the sheer around her body.  “They suffocate me.”

 

‘Colleen wrapped in sheer fabric was nearly suffocating my dick’, Jon thought.  Then it brought back a memory of her bedroom window, it was layered sheers with ribbon streamers, in all the windows in her tiny house none of them had curtains. This explained it, why her place was so bright and happy.

 

They walked through every room in the house making notes.  When it came to the family room, she was going to ask the kids before making changes down there.  It was their mother who designed these rooms. 

 

They decided to leave the bug in the garage since she had a driver in the city now, and she could use it to drive around the area better than in the city.  Also, her bug was known to the thugs, this was just more security.

 

On the way back in the SUV, they stopped for dinner.  Jon knew of a place in Sayreville to take her.  Knowing the house was going to be very quiet till winter break, they took their time heading into the city.  There were several shops open near the restaurant and after eating, they walked hand in hand past the windows.  Jon pointed out the building where the old Tom McCann where he had worked and got fired.  It was now a home furnishing store, Colleen made a beeline to it.

 

“Hurry Jonny, it closes soon,” Colleen pulled his hand to get him to hurry.

 

He didn’t tell her they would stay open long after closing for the right incentive.

 

Colleen reached into her Mary Poppins handbag and pulled out a note pad and pen and started to look around.  Jon would walk behind her and glance at what she was writing down.  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the manger coming over, Jon went over and pulled out his wallet and handed the guy a folded one hundred dollar bill and asked him to lock the door so his girlfriend could shop.  The manager pocked the bill and went to the door and flipped the sign over to close and locked the door.

 

Jon watched Colleen looking at a floor lamp just like the one that had stood behind her chair, which was too destroyed to save.  She flipped the tag over and frowned.  Scratching it off her list, Colleen moved on to the next display.  Jon walked over to the lamp and looked at the tag, it was only sixty dollars.  He took the tag off and walked over to the manager, handed him the tag, and his black card, telling the manager to hold it if he wanted to buy more.  The manager agreed and Jon went back to where Colleen was looking at a bed.

 

“That looks like you,” Jon told her as he looked at the obvious girly bed frame.  It looked like something Stephanie would’ve loved in her room growing up.

 

“But not us,” Colleen walked past the bed and Jon silently thanked God.  He followed her as she walked past every other bed in the place.

 

“There are other places to look for a bed, if you don’t like any of these,” Jon came up behind her and whispered in her ear, looking down at the list of things she had liked. “You know babe, I fell in love with the girly girl that you are.  You can’t not put yourself in our room. Because it wouldn’t be ours, it would be mine.  Does that make sense?”  

 

“Yes Jonny it makes sense,” She said turning in his arms and giving him a kiss.

 

 

Letting her out of the circle of his arms, he watched her put the note pad in her pocketbook and start to head out of the store.

 

“Can I use your bathroom?” she asked the store clerk. 

 

When she went to follow the clerk Jon told her to leave her purse with him.

 

Once she handed it to him, he pulled out the notepad out of her purse when she went with the clerk and walked over to the manager.

 

“I want everything she has listed on here along with the lamp, put it all on the card, I’ll send my brother to pick it up Monday.” Jon handed him the notepad to list on the order.  Picking up a business card from the stack and slipped in his wallet.

 

“Yes Mr. Bongiovi, anything you ever need just call.  Do you want me to hold the bed until you make a decision?” the manager asked.

 

“Yes please do, just in case,” Silently praying they find a more 'them' bed than the one she had passed on.

 

Jon signed the receipt and put it and his card back in his wallet by the time Colleen joined him at the door.

 

Once they were home Jon and Colleen cuddled in the middle of their bed.

 

“Can I ask you something?” Jon kissed her neck.

 

“You can ask me anything,” Colleen ran her fingers along his stomach.

 

“Are you really set on light and dark gray?  You know in the winter how gray it gets, if you think gray is us, can we use something bright for the trim, say white to brighten it up.” Jon said as he rubbed her back.

 

“I just want it to be our room, I couldn’t see us in a room the color of my old bedroom,” Colleen said as she sat up and looked down at Jon.  “I know your favorite colors are very primary but the purple.”

 

“What are your favorite colors? I was just answering the same questions that as in every interview, along with the boxers or brief question they always ask,” Jon sat up and leaned back on the headboard and laughed.  “That’s one of the reasons I went commando in the late eighties early nineties.”

 

“My favorite colors are dusty rose pink and royal blue,” Colleen told him as she sat up with him and let him put his arm around her shoulder.  Lifting the covers and looked down at the boxer briefs he currently had on.  “When did you decided against commando living for what you have on now?”

 

“That’s only till your visitor leaves,” Jon told her.  “But when Dorothea and I were trying to have the last two, the fertility doctor suggested boxers to keep me from hurting my baby maker.”

 

Colleen started to laugh.

 

“Babymaker, she actually called your dick a baby maker?”

 

Jon cover his crotch with his left hand and gave her a frown.

 

“Yes, she actually called it my baby maker.  This was our first time using a fertility doctor, and I think looking at me as Jon Bon Jovi I flustered her,” Jon told her.  “If the tattoo on her wrist was a sign of a fan.”

 

“Oh no, your fertility doctor was a fan,” Colleen tried not to laugh.  “I would be flustered too, I wasn’t sure how you would take me having all your records, tapes, and CD’s along with imports in my collections.”

 

Jon did laugh because he never looked that close to her music shelves in her house.

 

“Don’t laugh at me, well they’re all gone to the dump now so I don’t have my collection anymore,” She pouted. Not knowing Jon had Matt and Tony looking to replace her collection.

 

“So getting back to the discussion about the bedroom walls, how about dusty rose and light gray trim?” Jon asked pulling her back into his arms. “The best of both of us.”

 

“We can swatch it and see,” Colleen told him.

 

“We can talk to Greg, I’ll set up a meeting with him on Wednesday,” Jon waited to see if that was one of her free evenings.

 

“Wednesday is good for me,” Colleen told him.

 

Jon smiled down at her as they scooted down in the bed, he had Alexia turn off the lamps.

 

“Oh and Jon,” Colleen whispered. “My visitor should be gone by Monday, so no more sex in the shower.”

 

“About fucking time,” He threw out his arms then rolled over and kissed her good night.