The Mafia Mistress

Almost over

Grace's pov:
I went with him, I don't understand why I gave up but I was helpless.....vulnerable. But that's not what I usually am. And yet....here I am being handcuffed to his bed. I was scared but I didn't want to show it. I didn't want him to see through me and take advantage. I didn't want my nightmares to come true again. I didn't want that.

He tied me up sat beside me, sighing.

G: what do you want?
S: patience babe I'll tell you
G: don't you dare call me that.
S: sure....babe
G: ugh.....can you just tell already
S: well.....
G: well....what!?
S: I love it when you get irritated
G: stop making me mad or you're gonna par for it.
S: oh really what are you gonna do...punch me?....slap me?
G: fyi....I knocked you out with my punches
S: .......
G: you scared honey?....don't worry I don't beat up people I used to like.
S: you're mistaken there....you shouldn't like me.
G: I don't....I said I used to, tenses mister.
S: good coz you're not gonna like what I do next.

He said this and got off the bed and outside the room before I could say anything. He came back in holding a belt.

Okay....this is getting out of hands.

He came closer to the bed and took his shirt off.
He said " This was my brother's wish if anything happened to him, and I will certainly enjoy it very much."

He came up on the bed and hovered over me. I had lost my speech. I was looking at someone who I thought had a good heart. Someone who I thought understood me. Someone.....special. And it hurts.

He looked at me....then kissing and he started taking my shirt off despite my protests and muffled screams under his hand. This man is way more worse than I thought. Tears flowing down the sides of my face, while he was still hooked on my shirt. Sucking on my skin leaving marks that I fear I will be able to forget.

G: STOP IT PLEASE!
S: you killed my brother now guess who's paying for it.

He was just about to succeed in pulling my shirt off when the lights went out. Darkness consumed us both and he got off the bed to which I presume to check what was wrong. I was thankful that this happened. Somehow I managed to pull down my shirt till my chest.

After a few minutes the a figure entered the room. But not from the door but the window. The next thing I know is my hands were unruffled by him. But then I realised, it was Jared.

J: you alright Gracie?
G: god Jared!...I was so scared.

I immediately jumped in his arms.

J: sh...its okay I got you.
G: how did you know I was here...well I figured but let's get you out of here first.

The lights turned on and Sebestian stood at the door,raging.

S: not so soon
J: just get out of the way or you'll be dead too.
S: hah...try me
J: watch it when you challenge someone.
S: I don't care

The both of them were fighting at their highs. Punching, kicking and throwing each other everywhere in the room. A while passed I stood there trying to find a way out for me and Jared. But i was left with no option than to help him fight Sebstian.

I lunged for him hitting on his head almost knocking him out. We both were doing our best to fight him.

A while passed and while fighting we were drawn out to the living room of his apartment. Another of his safe houses. We had knocked him out but somehow he managed to get up. Before we could get him he ran to one of the drawers pulling out his gun and pointing it on us. Jared didn't waste a moment in pulling out his and standing in front of me.

J: put it down or you are going to hell boy
S: as if I'm going to listen asshole
J: you're the asshole so put it down
S: no chance

Jared stepped forward and walked towards him. Almost touching the tip of the gun to his arm.

Jared's pov:
I was trying my best to snatch the gun away from him but he kept kicking me, but that is not going to stop me. I could see Grace trying to find a something.

My attempts to snatch the gun away from him were in vain. This time I stepped on him leg making him groan in pain and try to take his gun my hand. It was pointing to the other side. Before I could take it away he shot it since his hand was already on the trigger. I looked where it fired and I was devastated. That bastard shot Grace in the stomach!

I watched her fall down on her knees and flat on the floor writhing in pain. I didn't waste a single moment to shoot him. But I shot him in his leg so he can't run away. Mark was on his way here since I told him earlier right now I need to get Grace to the hospital.

I picked her up and ran out of the building placing her in my car and driving to the hospital as fast as I could. I kept trying to keep her awake but she was losing a lot of blood. She fell unconscious.

After we reached, I had a doctor already informed about the situation. Dr. Potts. He can be considered as a doctor for the mafias. But only us. We got her on the bed and moved her to operation room. Obviously I was made to wait out. My shirt was red with all her blood. But all I concerned about right now is her.

Grace has been my best friend since childhood. I love her more than anyone. She is so much more than just a friend for me. I have strong feelings for her since middle school but I never told her. I was jealous when I heard about Sebestian and Grace. I wanted her to know how much she means to me. What am I going to do if something happens to her. No no no no. She is the strongest person I know, nothing is going to happen to her.

2 hours later

The doctor came out and I rushed to him.
(D: Doctor Potts)

J: is she okay?
D: kinda I can't assure anything right now, she has lost a lot of blood, the bullet has crushed one of the rib bones. We have replaced it though, she I out of the major danger.
J: can I see her?
D: sure

I rushed inside and saw her lying on the bed with wires attached to her fragile body. An oxygen mask, tapes and wraps all around her stomach. I went and took a seat on the chair beside her bed. I took her hand in mine and gently kissed her wounded knuckles.

J: please wake up Gracie....there's so much you need to know. A lot of it. I need you Grace please.......

A while passed, my head was laying beside our joined hands. I felt a little movement in my hands when I looked up, she was slowly opening her eyes.

J: Grace....you okay?
G: hmm

That's all she managed to say before taking her other hand pulling the mask off her face. I tried to make her keep it on but she refused.

J: Grace please put it back on
G: n-no....please
J: fine
G: can y-you promise m-me so-omething?
J: of course, what..?
G: y-you will t-take care of m-my dad's h-house....always
J: you will take care if that yourself nothing is going to happen to you.
G: y-you never know
J: I know it, I fucking know it! You will make it through this.
G: I- I'm too w-weak
J: no you're not....you're strong enough to make it out. I know it.

The next thing I know is she started breathing heavily and I put mask back on her face. But nothing changed. Her heart beat was out of control and monitors beeping loudly. I called for the doctor, he rushed in and adjusted wires and gave her injections. When I looked at her she was red as a tomato, and breathing softly. That's when the beeping stopped and so did the movement in her eyes.

J: GRACE NOO!!