The mafia's bride (On Hold)

Chapter sixteen: Dating a bad boy part two

JONAH'S POV **

How does it feel to be slapped in the face in your own house?

Look I know I screwed up my chances with Pryor that day but honestly I didn't expect the wound to reopen. Sure a few days ago it was burning the crap out of my neck but the pain has long since subsided. Does that make me a coward or reckless like mom always calls dad?

I never want to lose Pryor, not to anyone maybe not even to herself. She belongs to me one way or the next. Half of the school already knows that but I've got a bad suspicious feeling about Terra, Devan's girlfriend and the leader of the queens. Lila may not have noticed lately but Terra's been extremely cautious around Pryor. I told Miranda I'd keep my distance so Pryor could sort through the horrors of last week's shoot out with Scorpio. I learned those details from dad about a month ago when this letter came to us in the mail.

He did his best to keep it away from mom who was still edgy from placing her son in charge our mafia but some way somehow my older sister, Daphne sure as hell got to the damn letter before me and confronted me about it.

"I thought you settled the score with Jeremy a while back now. How is he back in town Jonah? He's already killed several bystanders and the local news has everyone in a state of panic. What happened?" Her dyed red hair slips past her shoulders as she taps the side of my desk with thin curved black nails. She has our dad's small, rounded green eyes and long dark lashes that make her older than twenty. I may be her kid brother but I'm old enough to deal with my past mistakes. To rub it in my face is like questioning my pride as a king and Daphne knows that all too well.

"Answer me, or does Star know all the details?" I quickly snap my head around and scowl at her with our shared emerald green eyes. Star, a member of my gang and my little sister had been sent out on a scouting mission with Wade's group to retrieve any reliable information on Jeremy's mafia gang, Scorpio. He's wants something, and only Charlotte can provide it for him apparently otherwise that lowlife wouldn't be showing his face around town. But the trail ran cold at this old construct site near Raven's lake. Their markings are planted on all the construction sights where Wade informed me had been used for their secret hideouts. What are they after exactly?

Daphne does have a strong point though, the killings need to stop. If Pryor finds out about the murders then her family might want to move and I don't want that. Standing in front of the mirror buttoning up my shirt, I bite down on my lips while trying to come up with an excuse to get my sister out of my room. "I don't know, alright? I'm just as shocked as you are, Daph. There's no reason to interrogate me for answers."

"Yeah? And I hope for your sake that Pryor doesn't become a part of this. You dragged 'her' down with you before but not this one. The girl is too pure, Jonah. She shouldn't be sacrificed like this." Sacrificed? Is that really what Daphne thinks of me now? I want to strangle her with my bare hands, to cut the blood flow to her head for uttering such nonsense in my presence. 'She' didn't need to die, I'll admit that but Pryor.....she's different. I'm not going to let anyone touch her no matter what. Dad would have said the same thing to me if I pushed myself any further into the darkness. The way she tilts her head at me every time I make a stupid comment, her laugh, those beautiful black eyes of hers, some say that someone inside the world will look just like you. But I never thought those rumors would be true, let alone affect Pryor.

"Get out," I simply say to her, desperately trying to restrain the deep growl ready to surface from the top. I looking back at the mirror and took soft, soothing breaths to relax my whiting knuckles that were itching to break someone's nose. Daphne seems to notice this, leaning against the door frame she closes her eyes and puffs a long sigh. She then straightens herself forward, stretching her  tannish arms out into the ceilings like she was trying to distract herself from my rage.