My mafia love

25- Leaving

It's been a few days since.. what went down with me and cade. But I'm confused as to what we actually are.

Breaking me away from my thoughts Cade comes into my room, looking to be in a hurry.

"Kelly, come on we've got to leave" he says a little breathlessly. "Why? What's going on?" I ask curiously as he seems fazed.

"I'll tell you in a minute, but first we need to get you out of here" he tells me with a serious look on his face. I start to get a little worried, what's going on..

He puts me in the back of an SUV and I turn to him waiting for answers. "What's happening Cade?" I ask. "Your mom sent us a message, she's coming for you and you can't be here when she arrives. She'll have backup so you need to get as far away from here as you can. You will be staying with Owen, I'm staying here" he explains cupping my cheeks with his hand.

My mom?! I don't know why she wants me she doesn't give two shits about me.

"Your staying here?" I ask, a little sadness in my tone. "I have to baby. It's my job" he stokes my cheeks. "How long will I be away from you?" I ask. "However long it takes"

Tears threaten to fall down my cheeks and I try hold them back, it's a little pathetic. But I have no idea how long I'm going to be away from the person I love most.

"I'm so sorry" he whispers kissing my forehead slowly, staying there for a few seconds taking advantage of the time we have left together.

He lets me go and shuts the door. I wind the window down and smile sadly out the small space.

"I'll miss you" I say reaching my hand out to place it on his cheek. He smiles and leans in to give me one more kiss, this time on my lips.

There's no movement, yet so meaningful. Just lip touching lip, making it last. He pulls away and leans his arms in the window. "Your my life now, Kel" he whispers taking one last look at me and walking away from the car.

Yes. I'm in love with this man.

The car starts to move and we're now driving away from the house. "You'll be okay. You'll see him soon" Owen tells me seeing the sadness on my face. I nod my head and force a smile on my face. I hope so.

After driving for a few hours, there was a loud bang and the car dipped to the side a little. Owen pulls over, "tires fucked" he tells me before getting out the car and changing the tire.

Once we are back on the road, minutes later a large white car comes speeding in front of us, driving in the wrong lane. There's no other cars on the highway at the moment. "Shit!" Owen yells as he turns the steering wheel to try get away from the wrecked driver.

We were too late.

When I opened my eyes again, the car was upside down, my vision was blurry and it felt like someone was banging my head with a hammer. I panic and unlatch my belt falling to the car roof.

I gasp and realise Owen, blood dripping down his face, passed out. My eyes widen, what if he's not passed out. I begin to panic but notice his chest moving up and down.

I sigh in relief and try unbuckle his seatbelt so he can get down from there. I push hard hoping it will come in done, but it doesn't. I continue pushing but nothings happening. I begin pulling as hard as I can on the actual belt it's self in hopes of getting him down.

After a little while of pulling I finally get the belt to stop holding him up there and quickly grabbing him so he doesn't hit the surface too hard.

I gently tap his face hoping he'll wake up but there's no action, just his chest rising up and down.

"Owen" I shake his shoulders trying to wake him, but he still doesn't open his eyes.

I continue calling his name and gently tapping him and shaking him trying to get him wake and he moves his head.

"Agh" he groans in pain. He still hadn't opened his eyes yet though. "Oh thank go-" I was cut off by a sharp pain coursing threw my head. The last thing I saw was the shadow of a body hovering over me bending down to pick me up. Then I saw black.

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When I open my eyes, my vision is blurry. Once I can see properly, I notice i'm in a dark room surrounded by dirty walls and nothing else is in the room except me and the chair i'm tied up to by thick brown rope.

What the hell?

I wince when I move my head and a painful sting approaches it. "Owen?" I whisper adjusting to my vision and surroundings. No answer.

After my brain is functioning properly enough I begin to shout to see if anyone can hear me.

"Hello?!"

"Is anybody there?!"

Still, I get no answer nor any noise. I try pulling on the rope to set my self free, but it's too tight.

I'd usually be screaming and crying in fear, but no. I'm not scared or upset, this time I have hope. Cade is the only person I want to see right now and I'll do whatever I have to do to see him again. I will fight.

I try for hours shouting to call for somebody for an explanation. Also trying to free my self of the rope tightly secured around my wrists.

I groan in annoyance when I can't untie the rope. I try and try to the point where I can already feel the bruises on my wrists. It begins to sting but that doesn't stop me from still trying to untie them.

Until something else stops me. The door creaks open and there stand a familiar face.

"Well hello there"

Mom?

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Oh hell nawww!
Who do we think it is??
And before anyone asks, yes I did get one of my lines from the movie 'twilight'
If you've watched it you should know which one <3

We are nearly at the end of the book guys!