Love In The Mafia (book 1)

chapter 43

Jasmine's POV *

"Can you please give me back my phone." I asked begging Kye. We were home now and he took my phone as soon as we got here. I had changed and lefted it on the counter and he took it from me.

"What do you need a phone for when you have this amazing house?"

"You know exactly why I need that damn phone, now give it to me." I held out my hand to him. He looked at it and then crossed his arms over his chest.

"No. I was told that if things go south that I would take your phone to stop you from calling him."

"Why cant i call him?"

"Because."

"What are you not telling me?"

"Even if I was hiding something I couldn't tell you if I was and what I was."

"But I thought we were friends." I started to walk away but he grabbed my wrist and pull me back to him.

"We are but somethings are more important than my friends, like my life for instance." He was staring into my eyes and was giving me a pleading look to just trust him.

"Fine, I'll trust you. Is it Marco who said you life is on the line?"

"Yes." His answer made me mad at Marco for risking a child's life just for his need.

"I'm gonna go take a shower and go to bed. Goodnight Kye."

"Goodnight."

I went upstairs and got into the shower. I was disappointed at Marco for his actions, Kye is only a child and is way to young for this. Why is it that everyone is willing to die to protect me? Why is it that everyone is dying around me? I didn't deserve for anyone to risk their life just to keep me safe. I love them, but they shouldn't have to put their life on the line. I can't lose them. But I cant run away for this. I'm to far in the mafia to run without getting caught and then killed. The only reason my mom could do it is because she probably sucked off every single man on this damn planet so they would protect her. It's a smart move on her part but even if I would do that, Marco is one of the strongest mafias and he would find me in a day. But even if I could run I wouldn't be able to, I couldn't leave Marco, or even Layla especially now because shes pregnant with her first. My father made me out to be evil and in the eyes of the mafias I am. I have killed and beaten to many people that I could no long count. I didn't take mercy, I have killed men and woman no matter the age. But what the mafias and my father didn't see is that I hated every waking minute of it. I kept my friends out of my real life and I kept them safe for it, even if they didn't see it. They all couldn't see that the only reason I did what I do is to protect the ones I love.

There was a small knock on the bathroom door and then it opened. Marco came in holding his stomach where he was bleeding. I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel and ran to him while wrapped the towel around me. He was pale and he looked unsteady. He grabbed my shoulder to keep himself from falling, his ocean blue eyes met mine.

"Marco, what the hell? Why didn't you go to the hospital or get this stitched up at the ball?"

"I cant go to a hospital or they will call the cops and ask how I got it and I cant really tell them my mother stabbed me because I got into the way of her killing my girlfriend. And I had business to finish at the ball."

"For fuck sakes, Marco. You could just stop business for a minute to at least put a bandage on it?"

"No, it would show weakness and at a place where I'm in no shape to protect myself I cant risk it."

"Come on sit down." I pulled him to the toilet and I put the lid down and helped him sit down.

"I feel like we have been here before." He said giving me his best smile. I rolled my eyes but I couldn't help but smile. I took of his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. The shirt was now hanging loosely unbuttoned on him. Where the shirt once was showed his tan chest and the tattoos that were spread across his chest, hes was the definition of perfect when it came to what he looked like. Not that it mattered much to me what he looks likes, it was how protective he was and how much he cared about me more than anything. I went to the sink and looked under it for the first aid kit, I took it back to the toilet and got down on my knees in front of him. Marci was leaning back on to the back of the toilet and he was looking up at the ceiling. I got out the alcohol and a bandage.

"This is gonna sting." I said while pressing a cotton pad soaked in alcohol into his stab wound.

"Ahh, fuck." He while closing his eyes shut tightly, in taking the pain. His whole body was tensed and he had his hands closed into fists that were turning his hands white. I cleaned the wound as fast as I could to stop his pain and once I was done I got the bandage and wrapped it around his stomach.

"Marco, why did you put Kye's life on the line?" I asked quietly while sitting on my knees in front of him. He let out a deep breath and kept his eyes closed.

"Business, darling."

"Dont "darling" me, Marco. You put a kid's life on the line. A kid. He hasn't lived and you threatened his life to keep what ever business you have going on with him."

"Jasmine, I love you, i really do. And I respect you but this is what happens in the mafia. Our life is constantly on the line and I would much rather his life be in danger than your. Kye was fully aware of the dangers and risks but he was willing because he cares about you. And right now that's what we need because your going on a mission."

"What mission?"

"The one you begged to go on."