Shay. Leader of the Italian mafia.
Zach. Leader of the American mafia.
Shay and Zach have hated each other for years, but now they have to put their past behind and work together for the sake of their mafias.
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We all sat around the living room with cups of tea in our hands. Jonah was being treated upstairs, where Zach had doctors who stayed at this safe house for these exact reasons.
When Ella walks down the stairs we hold stares before she sits across from me.
"Shay-" she starts.
"Don't." I interrupt her glaring at her.
"But we need to talk about it." She says leaning forward.
"Fine. You wanna talk about it? You care about him and you will have to choose between him and I because after I kill Zach-"
"Jonah will hate me." Ella interrupts me.
"Which is why I'm making you choose." I calmly say watching Corbyn take a bottle of wine and pour some. It was definitely needed now.
"Everyone here will hate you." She scoffs.
Rolling my eyes, I respond, "Thousands of people hate me Ella, I couldn't care less."
She sighs for a moment and leans back thinking. My eyes don't move from her, as I try to figure out what's going on in her head.
"Then I will hate you too. This is so selfish of you. Only thinking about what you want? Do you know how powerful our mafia could be if we had an alliance with theirs forever? Do you know how much happier everyone would be if we didn't have to hate each other for only your god damn sake. I'm tired of playing this childish game between you and Zach. You kill him, and I'm on Jonah's side." And with that being said, she stands up and walks out of the room. I don't move I only stare at the same spot she was just sitting at.
"Shay.." Jack starts but I shake my head.
"No it's fine Jack." I brush it off and turn my eyes to Zach who walks into the room.
"Jonah's going to be okay and he's going to recover." Zach smiles while pouring himself a glass of wine.
"I'm going to bed." Corbyn says getting up, leaving on us three in the room. Zach sits down on the couch across from us and sips his drink. It's silent, and Jack decides to leave, making Zach and I the only ones left.
Silence fills the air as Zach and I steal glances, not finding any words to say.
"Why do you hate me?" Zach asks breaking the ice.
"I was taught to hate the Americans." I sigh. "Why do you hate me?"
"I was taught to hate the Italians." He responds, laughing to himself. "I'm trying to figure out why we do though? Why we were taught to hate each other."
"I can't answer that." I say drinking what's left in my glass. "If you think this alliance is going to change how I feel about you though, you're wrong."
Zach shakes his hand smirking, "I would expect nothing less."
"Good." Slowly standing up, I walk upstairs, finding an empty bedroom and getting ready to fall asleep.
Maybe in another life Zach and I would get along, but definitely not now.
