Possessive Love | Vinnie Hacker

Eightteen

Nailea's p.o.v
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Shock. In a trance full of. . . shock.

How can he asks a question like that so easily ? And did he just called me Nai ?

He glares at me with his hazel eyes, tired from hiding the pain but at the same time telling a story.

I don't know if I'm slowly losing my mind, or something is happening in this room right now.

You can hear the sound of us breathing, just by looking each other expectant. The tension in thus room is so thick you could cut it with a knife.

I fully forget to answer the question by processing the situation.

„I think I got my answer", he whispers as a little smile forms on his face.

I hate him.

Because I don't know what to respond to his reaction, I just stand up and look confusingly around the room.

„Stay", he says.

I expected every kind of reaction but not . .

I gasp for air, meeting his eyes again with mine.

„Don't you have to talk with, eh-, Zayn and
Business-„, he interrupts me by starting to laugh and holding is wound because of the pain.

„I got shot because of you and you think I'm able to discuss business ? Not my first time but I just woke up like fifteen minutes ago"

I press my lips together to hide my little smile and embarrassment I'm feeling. I truly don't know why it is so awkward to having this conversation, I just want to leave.

„Can you just bring me a cup of water ? I'm thirty", he asks, but doesn't sounding demanding at all.

I nod and leave the room to find my way into the kitchen.

Bumping into the rest of them everyone's eyes are peeled on me, looking pissed and reproachful.

Just Ana who stands behind Sam is trying to smile a little bit at me.

„Just because Vinnie is surprisingly accommodating, doesn't mean we like you or will be nice to you. You did this to Vinnie he's in this situation because of you and as soon as he's able to think straight, I'll kill you", Zayn spits, hitting the kitchen table with his fists, making me flinch.

„I'll kill you anyways", Zayn adds up before leaving the room by bumping his shoulder against me.

I stay quite again, seeing Sam looking at me bitchy and with furrowed eyebrows.

„What do you want", she asks, giving me a death- glare.

„I wanted to bring Vinnie a cup of-„

„I'll do that, you did enough", she hisses, taking a glass of water and leaves. Thinking about talking with Ana, she leads the way to the door and leaves with Tony so I'm the only one standing in the kitchen.

I barely ask myself why Sam keep on hating me so much. Like everyone's is coming at me but she has always hated me from the first time we met.

Maybe she's his girl or something is going on between them ?

But why would she even care about me ? She's a 11/10 while I'm a 3 next to her.

I take another glass of water to drink it myself. I just want to go sleep, process what I've done.

I was so close to escape but something inside me stopped me from doing that. I should have just...

Why I didn't leave ?

Instead of all that, I shot the man who was trying to help me. I killed someone, and I know that now if I ever want to escape I couldn't because I am a killer now. I am one of them.

Tears rolling down my cheeks as I walk to the door. But when I hear them all talking in the living room, I hide myself behind the door.

„Now what ? We have to fly to Italia, Sicily", Tony says.

„Have you told Vinnie about this ?", Ana asks, worried.

„No, he was always the one who planned and knew what to do but he isn't able to do shit because of this whore. I tell him everything later", Zayn explains in rage.

„What's up with the money ? We sell it, so we-„

„We have to change it up, Sam. If we don't get the money, they don't get the stuff, we have to discuss everything but first we have to fly to Sicily, you heard Lorenzo"

I gasp.

Sicily ?

Are they taking me with them ?

No I can't fly around the world to Europe for this. I can't see my family anyways but being in another country another continent.

More and more tears keep falling down my eyes as I run up the stairs. I slam the door, laying in my bed, crying.

How am I supposed to live with them ? Everyday could be my last.

They want to get rid of me before going to Sicily.

That's why Zayn said that I'm going to die anyways.

„I don't want to die", I whisper to myself as I cry myself out in the pillow.

„You won't"

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