Mine | Yours

Mine: Chapter 19

I haven't updated since February bro. Holy fucking chicken McNuggets that's a long ass time ago. I just want to say, I'm sorry for dropping off the face of the fucking earth, life's been hectic as fuck.

Second, I missed you guys! The Interview, Little Red, and Mine have all blown up and I am forever grateful. I'm also sorry for leaving you guys in a terrible spot but some announcements need to be made:

1. The shall be a sequel to The Interview. Don't ask when I'm dropping it, because I don't have a fucking clue. But for the plethora of people who asked for it, your wish is coming true :)

2. I have another book that I have some things down for, but again, don't ask when it's being dropped because I have no fucking clue lol. I can tell you that it will once again be mafia based because I will forever be obsessed with finding a mafia husband for myself.

3. I have a few other ideas for books that I want to release but I'm trying to finish the ones I already have but my ass is struggling haha. I will finish all of my unfinished books, it's just going to take time. As of right now here is a tentative timeline:

Books to Be Finished/Published:

- Mine: To Be Completed

- Publishing of the new mafia book

- The Roommate: To Be Completed

- Damaged Goods: To Be Completed

- Diamond in the Rough: To Be Completed

- Publishing the Sequel to Diamond in the Rough

- Sequel to Diamond in the Rough: To Be Completed

- Publishing of the assassin story I have planned

- So many book ideas, and not enough time smh. I'll get it done eventually my loves, just keep yelling at me to update haha. By this point in time, I hope to only be working on one story at a time so I don't confuse myself, but we all know I'm not going to stick to that, so y'all pray for me

4. Thank you for all your support and sticking with me even though I fall off the face of the earth quite a lot. I'm going to try to update more but with this college shit happening I'm so fucking busy I forget to do the most basic shit.

5. I love you all and enjoy (even though it's kind of short)

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Alex's P.O.V

"Dead?"

"Yes, sir. I'm so sor-"

Bang!

His body dropped to the floor. Dead. Just like Scarlett. Just like the one girl who kept me up at night. Messing with my head even though she wasn't here. Her laugh. Her smile. Those lips. Lips I will never forget. Lips I will never taste again. Why didn't I make her mine?

Because you're a pussy.

"I see you still haven't found her," Timothy said as he notices John's lifeless body on the ground.

"He said she was dead," I replied.

"And you refuse to believe that I presume?" He asked.

"What do you think?" I snapped.

"Do you love her?" He asked.

"Love is not a word in my vocabulary. I do not love. I fuck. I destroy. I break. Make no mistake, I will not let a woman be the reason for my softness. I will not be made vulnerable or weak," I replied. He laughed. He threw his head back and let out a loud laugh.

"What could possibly be so funny?" I asked.

"You expect me to believe that bullshit? No man goes to the great lengths that you have to find a woman if she is not loved. If she is not cherished by said man. You make yourself out to be some big bad macho man who can do anything and everything and yet-,"

"I can do anything and everything. Make no mistake, you may be family but I will still kill you. Blood or not, you watch your tone," I sneered.

"See? There you go again with your bullshit. You act all big and bad and like you don't need her, yet here you are, killing countless men who can't give her back to you. Who isn't giving you the answer you want. You want her back? You do it yourself. Don't you think there is a possibility that she's hiding from you? From all the emotional shit you put her through. For Christ's sake, you fucked with her head, then told her she was on her own when it came to her feelings. You want her back, you do it yourself. She is not going to want anyone else to find her on your behalf. She's going to want to see you put in the effort. That is, of course, if she still wants your ass. But of course, do what you want, just don't say I didn't try to help," and with that, he turned on his heels and headed for the door.

"Oh, and one more thing," he said as he turned around by the door frame, "you're a pussy and a coward if you don't go fight for your girl," and then he was gone.

Told you you were a pussy.

I will find her. If it is the last thing I do. All these months without her I have gone mad. She's still alive, I can feel it. Whoever dares leaves a mark on her will regret the day he was born. Looking through the file that John had given me before his last moments on this earth, I notice something.

The poor bastard was onto something.

"Oh Scarlett, you're a smart girl, but I'm smarter. You can't hide from me."

One Day Later:

The scent of pine, lemon, and bleach fills my nostrils. The scent of get-well flowers hit me next, the sight of people crying, various get-well soon cards, and the disgusting food they serve here fill the air. And then I found what I was looking for.

I saw her.

I found her.

She was now waking up, but my blood boiled. Who put her here? Why was she hurt? I have to find them.

"Carson," I said into my earpiece

"Yes, boss," he replied

"Find her records. I want to now how this happened and who is responsible,"

"Yes, boss," he said.

As I walk towards her room, I stop myself as someone else enters. Another fucking man. Who the fuck is he? Why the fuck is she smiling at him? I took the seat that is directly across from her room and watched it all unfold.

He kissed her and she let him.

But not even a moment later, she's angry. She's hurt. She's yelling at him to get out and the fucker finally leaves. She doesn't want you, she wants me. I watch as she wipes the tears that fell from those beautiful brown eyes away.

I take slow strides towards her room. I've never been more nervous in my life, but I'm confident that she'll forget all about the fucker that was just in here.

She turns on her side to fall back asleep and here I ponder on what to do. Do I enter? Do I leave? My feet do the thinking for me, and next, I know I'm walking towards the door, opening it and shutting it quietly, hoping I don't wake her up. I set the flowers down that I got for her, throwing the ones that the fucker got her in the trash. Exactly where they belong.

Taking a seat in the chair next to her bed, I take her hand in mine. Covering it with my other hand, I warm her hand up since it's freezing and kiss it all over

"I'm so sorry that I hurt you," I whispered.

And then she turns, faces me, and I could tell she wanted me dead right then and there.

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Lol, I hope you enjoyed :)

Another chapter coming your way soon!

Love you <3