Jace Smith, a 19 year old heir of the Italian mafia, or mostly known as "The Devil", he doesn't have a soft spot for anyone, but with an arranged marriage with a girl he hates that can change.
Hazel Williams, an 18 year old daughter of an abusive mo...
The sun beamed into my room as I rubbed my eyes, flashbacks from last night traveling through my head. It caused a small smirk to appear on my face.
"Morning." I turned around, expecting to see the beautiful girl I slept with yesterday. Nothing. Nothing except for dried blood.
I jumped out and ran downstairs to see if Hazel was here, or if she was still alive. God, please let her be alive.
That's when I noticed the little paper on the floor. I rushed over to read it, the letter said:
Hello brother.
You might be wondering, where is Hazel? Am I right? Well, here's an answer, with me. I want her and I have her, she will be giving birth to my child. My hands on her body and my dick in her pussy, her wet little pussy. I will touch her as she will be forgetting about you, I will fuck her non-stop and she will moan my name. You will never have her back.
Marco
My breathing quickened and my heart stopped for a second. For a moment, everything was blurry.
I placed a hand onto my heart to make sure it was still beating. It was, a hundred miles per hour.
"FUCK." I screamed, crumbling the little piece of paper and throwing it aside, making it collide with the wall.
I took a breather, making sure I was still alive.
I then felt an unfamiliar sting in my eyes, and then, a tear fell down my face. It was followed by another one, and another one.
I dropped to my knees and buried my head in my hands, muffling my screams. Tears fell down like a waterfall and I couldn't get up, right now.
What if she was dead? What if I'll never see her again?
I got up, stumbling over my feet. I rushed over to the bathroom to look myself in the mirror.
Look at me, getting vulnerable for a girl I hated, but now, I feel something else, and I will have her back.
I stormed to the nightstand, grabbing my phone and dialing Levons number. "Yes?" He spoke out. His voice was sleepy, I woke him up.
"My house in five minutes, Hazel has been kidnapped and we will find her." I yelled through the speaker. I heard a few breaths before silence.
He hung up. He was ready for the challenge.
I sat downstairs onto the couch and ran a hand down my face, trying to wipe away the remaining tears.
Soon after, the doorbell rang and I ran to open it, it was Levon, with messy hair and shirtless; he also had slippers-okay, one slipper. Behind him was Alex, with the same description as Levon, except he had both slippers on.
"Get to work, now."
3 days later
I couldn't keep this up anymore, I haven't eaten anything, I haven't slept, I smelled like a rotten corpse.
I had so many strippers come to my room but I rejected them all, no one can give me enough pleasure like Hazel, just thinking about her naked body made my dick twitch.
No one was like her, she was mine. She was mine and mine only, and I'll make sure she knows that.
I honestly gave up on life at this point. Is this what caring for someone was like? The fact that you can't imagine your life without them? It scared me. But at the very same moment I was mesmerized.
Sometimes I think about how cruel I was before I met her, merciless, a cold blooded killer, and a monster.
She changed that in me, I'm still all of it but without all the hate in my soul. Well, yeah, the hate will always be here for some other people, but not for her. Never, for her.
My mind went to Marco and my rage rose in my chest. I gripped the gun on my nightstand. I had no idea what I was about to do but Levon's voice stopped me from it.
"AHOY! WE TRACKED HER!" Levon screamed and I literally flew downstairs in the office.
"What?!" I ran over and peeked over his shoulder, making sure I heard the right thing.
"She's in Greece, Athens." Levon said, turning around in his chair and grinning at me. I gave him a high five before thinking.
It took me a few seconds to realize why Marco chose Greece. Then again, he was half Greek.
"Go get ready, we're off to Greece, now." I ran upstairs and took a quick shower before throwing a suit on me and fixing my hair.
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I packed some of my stuff and ran downstairs. "Levon, keep the tracker working, Alex, you're our main guard." Both of them nodded at the same time. While I was showering, they got dressed too.
Half an hour later, we were in the private jet. I leaned my head back on the headrest.
Fuck, I really do care about her. I can't imagine my life without her. I can't imagine my future without her.
I'm not losing her today, I'm never losing her. I'll make sure of it.
