Possessive Love | Vinnie Hacker

twenty- one

Vinnie's p.o.v
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I hate packing my stuff and organize a whole flight. Everything has to be perfectly checked, security has to be informed and we have to lock every door in this maison.

Ana just called our personal pilot to get our jet ready as I checked our locked arms room and work room.

Something is off the last few days. Nailea didn't even came out of her room, sometimes she sneaked out of her room to get a little bit to eat and drink but she never talked to us or let me in her room. She made it clear she didn't want to and I don't know why.

Maybe the others scared her ?

Maybe she's homesick?

I hate caring about someone this way. I never cared about anyone, I cared one time about a person and she died.

Sheyla.

She was my little sister, she was just fifteen when she got killed by stupid bastard from Mexico. I'll never forget the way she screamed my name, she was on her knees, shot in front of my eyes and I was eighteen. This business is so fucked up. If you care about someone they'll ruin it. After my sister died in front of my eyes, killed by the Mexican Mafia I swear to revenge myself.

I already killed a lot of men from their gang, but I'll revenge myself from their Boss.
Pablo.

I never stopped planning revenge, but it will cost a lot of time and planning to do something like that. Because the Mexican Mafia is extremely dangerous and psychotic.

But seeing my fifteen year old sister, blood covered in my arms and not able to breath let me turn cold inside.

Letting someone in your life in this business will get you to your own death or worse :
theirs.

I never knew the world love, she was my everything. I never grew up with a family, a mom, a dad.
I can't remember being protected or having a family. Growing up on streets, danger, there was no time to search love. It was always me protecting myself and my sister. Until I met Zayn and Marco.

Zayn helped me through some shit, he new me since I was a kid. He also doesn't own a family , we built us up completely alone- and Marco.

Marco was my older brother - always. He was the one who brought me here. Some of you would think he did the worst, but that day, I was nearly dying. He took me and Zayn, he helped us growing up, being a real business man. He never forced us, he just wanted to do work for him.

But we wanted to be independent.

After years we lost the contact. I would love to hear something from him, he gave me a new life, a chance to feel like a human, living life.

My life always has been fucked up, complicated and dangerous but that's the only way to keep me alive.

Thinking about my past, I pack the last stuff as I walk to Nailea's room. Which first was mine but I gave it to her.

„Nailea ?", I knock and nothing happens.
„Nailea ?"

Nothing.

I open the door, seeing her standing in front of the door, shaking and holding a knife at me. Her whole face is covered up with tears, her eyes red from crying and her hair looks messy, a few hair strings hanging in front of her eyes.

„I don't want to get killed, I - If I then I will do it by myself, don't move !", she threatens as she slowly walks backwards as she holds our eye contect.

What's happening ?

Seeing her whole body shaking, makes my legs feel soft and numb. I want to hug her, but I'm afraid that she'll hurt herself if I move.

„Nobody wants to kill you, Nailea", I try to calm her down, and she gives me a confused look with tears in her eyes.

„Stop lying ! I know everything !", she starts yelling at me, making me more and more curious.

„Did Zayn tell you bullshit ? I already said I wouldn't -„

„No you said that you'll find a way to get rid of me, I heard it", she yells, breaking down and holding the knife with more pressure and hold it to her throat.

„I -„

„STOP, I heard everything I'm a stupid little girl and you're right, I AM, I am a hostage, I'm miserable, I hate myself, and I hate you for thinking you'd never touch me, but I'm stupid, you're a killer, you're a criminal, you put me in this position of course you want to kill me !"

I never thought that words can hit like this. Innocent people, normal people don't know what I've been through. They don't understand why I am, why I turned cold.

But I'm sick of this. I can't see her doing suicide in front of my eyes.

I walk to her within seconds to take the knife, throwing it on the floor. She gasps and flinches away from me but I take her right into my arms.

Her whole body is shaking, she's extremely cold and thin. She sits on the floor in my arms, petrified.

I lay my hand on her back, slowly caressing her back as her breath going way slower.

„I said I won't kill you, Nailea and I'm a man of my word"

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