the mafia

Chapter 19

Diamond's POV

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked.

"I'm not dealing with that again! I left for a reason and you're messing it up!"

"Oh, so this is my fault?" I asked.

"YES!"

I sighed. "Look, I know. Ok? I get it. This isn't a good situation. But I really can figure this out. Alright? I'll handle it all and everything's gonna be fine. Just give me a little bit."

"How long is a little bit? Diamond, you're putting other people in danger right now. And I know you don't give a shit about that but those guys didn't do anything and you walked right into their lives and messed it up for them."

He had a point. Maybe to fix this all I do need to turn myself in. But I want to believe that there's something else I could do. I had about a million thoughts running through my head at the moment. But I finally came up with an answer.

"I'll think about it." That probably wasn't the answer he was hoping for but it was the best one I was willing to give. "Now, I'm going to try and put something over the window in my room and then I'm going to bed."

"Stop being so selfish and just give up already!" He yelled as I started to walk up the stairs.

"Selfish? Are you serious? I've given up my entire life already! I'm 18 and I already have nothing to live for! I didn't ask to be born into a fucked up family! I didn't ask for my parents to die! I didn't want any of this!" I yelled.

"You're a murderer. Just admit it."

"I won't admit something that isn't true."

He groaned. "Whatever, Diamond. Mess up everyone else's life while you try to figure out how to keep yourself out of trouble. Have fun." He said.

I couldn't keep arguing. I mean, I don't see why anyone would want to be in this situtation. So I guess I could see why he was getting upset with me. Especially after he's gotten away with everything he has. I'm just messing it up for him.

And he left. I waited. We're both to blame but he did his part and got away from it.

But he also joined it in the first place. I didn't.

Why am I feeling sympathy for him? I had a point. I didn't ask to be apart of this. He did. God, I really fell into this trap.

Ryder's POV

I can't believe I got caught. I fucking hate this stupid job. It's not even a job! I'm not getting paid for it! I ran to the train station and demanded a train back to New York. There wasn't one leaving for another four hours so I had to wait. I already threw the gun out so all I had to do was call Warren or John or whatever this guys name is.

I grabbed a few dimes from my back pocket and put them in the phone booth. "Please pick up..." I mumbled to myself.

"New York City Police Department. Where is your location?" A lady asked.

"It's Ryder Hall. I'm calling for John Ross, other name Warren Holtz."

"One moment." She said.

A few moments went by and his deep husky voice answered the phone. "Hello?"

"I found Diamond. Officially."

"Bring her back up here."

"I can't do that..." I mumbled.

"Why not?" He yelled.

I told him the story about how I broke in and she lives with another guy above a bar and basically my whole screw up.

"Seriously? You had one job and you fucked it up!"

"I know. But get someone down here and I'll give them the address and I'll fix it-" I was cut off.

"Get back up here and give me the address. I'll take it from here." He said. Then he hung up.

Diamond's POV

I couldn't find anything to put over the window so I just closed the blinds and hoped for the best. Even though it was really hard to fall asleep. I only got about 4 hours of sleep because I was paranoid about someone breaking in.

Most people don't know this but I can get scared. And it's not that hard to scare me.

I remember a long time ago when Jeremy used to hide behind corners and doors to jump out and scare me. I always screamed and he kept doing it because of my reaction.

God, I haven't mentioned Jeremy in so long. At the time, I didn't feel bad about kicking him out at all. Now, looking back on it, I could have handled that differently.

I could have handled so many things differently. Using James probably wasn't a good idea. I should have just told everyone to go home the day my parents died instead of trying to handle it all by myself.

Dammit.

So after all this thinking, I won't be turning myself in. I didn't do anything wrong. Well, except running an illegal mob. But I tried to keep everyone out of trouble. My biggest problem is Dallas trying to turn me in. Or any one of his friends.

It was 7:00 in the morning and I figured I could go down and clean up a bit more. Normally Dallas does it but he normally doesn't wake up till 8:30. I know he started last night but he didn't get the front or the back room and he's not the best at cleaning.

I grabbed all the cans and bottles and I wasn't really hoping to touch a condom again so I didn't pick anything up off the floors.

Dallas came down at 8:05. "What are you doing?"

"Couldn't sleep so I decided to do what you normally do."

"You trying to earn points with me so I don't turn you into jail or something?"

"Nope. I'm turning myself in today and I'll go back to New York and try to testify against it."

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you being serious?"

"Dead serious." I said with a grin. That was a lie.

"Well, when are you going?"

"Whenever I'm done cleaning."

"I'll finish cleaning. You just go." He said with a fake laugh.

"I don't think so. I'm gonna spend my last few minutes of freedom here, cleaning. See ya." I said with a smirk.

He rolled his eyes. "Better late than never." He mumbled leaving the building.

Yeah, I'm not turning myself in. I can figure this out a different way.