the mafia

Chapter 20

Diamond's POV

I went out into town all day and just shopped around. I didn't buy anything but shopping is fun! I should have taken all those offers up from my mom when she asked if I wanted to go shopping. But I was messed up and decided to go do illegal things.

Time went on and I was getting hungry. I had lunch at the diner but I figured I'd just get something at Buck's. He's got a bunch of food in the back. Anyone who eats out of there has to supply what goes in there. I think I left a sandwich in there maybe two days ago? Hopefully it's still good.

I walked in and people were starting to trail into the bar. Buck was behind it and he was serving someone. I walked into the back and grabbed the sandwich.

I walked out and Dallas was standing around the corner. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean? I live here." I said walking out.

"You've gotta be kidding me." He mumbled.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me upstairs. Well, so much for a sandwich. As he pulled me upstairs, I threw it away into the garbage can in front of the backroom.

He shoved me into his room and I turned around and crossed my arms. "Can I help you?" I asked.

"You said you were leaving!" He yelled

"Dallas, what do you not understand about no! I don't want to!"

"You're just being selfish!"

"And you weren't when you went along to all those jobs to murder people?"

"You did too!" He retaliated.

"I didn't have a choice. You walked in and decided this was something you wanted to be apart of. I was born and I had to do it."

"That's not my problem. They died and you decided to keep it going."

I almost laughed. I took a breath. "You sound like an idiot. No crimes were committed under my rule. Nothing was stolen, nobody was murdered. Nothing."

"So if you're so confident you did nothing, turn yourself in!"

"Jesus Christ, Dallas! What do you not understand?! I can't! It's just not as easy as it looks!"

"How?" He said getting angry.

"Dallas, I've been living in a prison my entire life. You really think a judge is just gonna let this go? Like 'oh yeah no. you did nothing. be free.' No! They're not. I'll be living in another prison and this time for the rest of my life! I finally get to go out, meet people, make friends, and live like a normal person and you really think I'm just gonna give this up? That guy who snuck into my bathroom obviously knows me somehow and probably knew my fucking dad. I have no doubt a police officer or someone sent him down here for me so I'll probably be getting sent back to New York anyway! I wanna live my life while I can before I have to spend the rest of it in a prison for Christ's sake!" I yelled. I started losing my breath and then I think that's when reality hit me.

They know where I am

They'll be coming down here with more people and I'll be taken back to New York.

Most likely without a trial.

Fuck...

"So just wait a few days I'm sure I'll be back in New York. But for now, I'm gonna live my life." I said still trying to stay angry. Even though I was more upset than anything.

I started to walk out the door but Dallas slammed it shut. I rolled my eyes. "What now?" I asked leaning on the door.

"Who was that guy? He knew you. Who was he?"

"I don't know. That's the problem. I barely saw what he looked like."

He thought for a second. "So you'll be going back to New York?"

"Yes. But I don't know when."

I could tell he was stuck and was unsure of what to do. I mean, I don't think either of us knew what was really going on. I knew about it, but I didn't really start thinking about it or processing it until I started talking about it.

We were both at a loss for words and I felt like if I started talking then I'd get all emotional. I wasn't really up for that.

The tension was high. Finally, he got lower and pressed his lips against mine.

That definitely got my mind off of things.

But it didn't stop there...

He pressed me against the door and lifted me up. Sooner or later we made our way to the bed.

"Wait, I don't have protection." Dallas said.

"I'm on birth control. It's fine."

I knew he thought that was weird considering I wasn't sexually active and I told him that, but I use it for other things. He left it alone for now. It'll probably be brought up later anyway.

Somethings are better left unsaid. And this is one of those things. Fast forward to around 1 in the morning. We were both laying next to each other and I was already sore as all get out.

"I have to ask," Here it is. "I swear you said you were a virgin. Why are you on birth control?"

"It's not just for pregnancy. I've been using it since I was 13." I said.

"But why?" He asked getting curious.

I glared at him. "It's for cramps."

"Oh..." He said regretting asking the question. "Also, you're probably gonna get mad at me for this one but did I sleep with a murderer?"

It did make me mad that he asked that but I let it go. "No, you didn't." I said with an eye roll.

"But I just don't understand. How did you slip all this past our heads?"

"I guess it never really occured to anyone that the leader of a murder orginization wouldn't kill anyone. But what about the guys who were kicked out by your body guard?"

"They were just kicked out. They didn't die. They were told to leave and never come back. And I scared 'em enough to get them to shut their traps."

"But what about-" I cut him off.

"I'm starting to get a feeling this is all a joke to you. Jesus Christ..." I mumbled. I started to get up but I could barely sit up before he grabbed my arm.

"No. It wasn't. It's not a joke. I'm not messing with ya."

I sighed. "I'm sure you have a lot more question you wanna ask. So hurry up and get it over with."

"I only have one more question. Your telling me you didn't murder your parents?"

"My parents? What do you mean?"

"Rumor was you killed them because they wanted you to get married."

WHAT!!!