Delilah

Chapter 9

The way she snapped at me drew me to like her even more. But the way she said love is nothing and gets you hurt caused a horrible feeling in my gut. Why would she think that? I grew up thinking I'm not capable of being loved and hearing her say that makes me wonder if she feels the same. But why?
I made my way out the bar and walked over to the merc.

She finishes at three so I decided to wait in the car to see how she's getting home or wherever she goes. I asked the guards to get me her time table from Hector and it's the same as that other girl behind bar with her. Guessing there close.

It's been like an hour and I heard the doors slam open and see the one and only small green eyed girl I can't stop thinking about. She's walking towards a black golf. Didn't expect her to be into sport cars.

I had my window down a bit but she couldn't see the car as it's all black and it's pitch black outside with no street lamps around where I'm parked.

I heard a light sniffle come from her direction and watched as she wiped a tear from her top lip. Why is she crying?
She started sobbing even louder and collapsed to the floor. What would make her cry like that.

Im known to be heartless and not care for anyone in this world but for her. I don't even know her and I want to protect her. Take this pain that she feels away. I can see it in her eyes that she's hurting. What is so wrong in her life. Why is she being hurt.

The pain in her voice as she shouted at the sky blaming someone for all of this. Then it hit me like a roller coaster. She was shouting to her mom.

My mom died two years ago so I can imagine all the pain she's feeling. She said "he hurts me" but I didn't get the name she said because of her voice breaking.

I don't know who it is or why she's covered in bruises but I'll find out and I'll fucking kill them. She has a burden on her shoulders and this ass hole is definitely making her worse.

I watched her cry on the floor alone for about 30 minutes and watched as she pulled herself up and walk to her car. It was hard to see but the light from the street light shined on her eyes which were puffy and red. She drove off and I give it a minute until I pulled out to follow her. What the Fuck am I doing I'm acting like a creep.

She pulled up to a smallish house. Not too small but not big either. The grass was over grown and the gate around it had lack of colour. The house was in the centre of a small street. Probably full of drunks and Shit.

To my surprise there was a group of drunks on the other side of the road trying to call her over as she got out the car but they didn't phase her. She walked to the door and took a deep breath before trying to listen through the door. Why? She then opened the door and shut it. I stayed a bit longer to make sure them drunks fucked off and they did so I went home too.

I got into bed and just stared at the ceiling. Thinking about her. I didn't get her name from Hector. I want her to tell me herself. I told myself I can't go soft for a girl I don't know. Yes she's suffering but it isn't my problem.

I'm in the mafia, I can't let her get involved with me or this Shit. But I just can't stop thinking about her, about her green, empty eyes, her sobs, her cuts and brusies. Why she's working in a strip club when she is only 17! It made me feel better that she's only three years younger then me.

I'm 21, in three months so it isn't much of an age gap. But she shouldnt be in there working let alone dancing in front of all them men.

I drifted off to sleep thinking about her.

I rolled over feeling some heavy weight on my feet. What the Fuck. I open my eyes and see its still dark. Ruffus. That's what's on my feet. Damn dog. I roll back over to check the time and it says 4:06am. Ive always had a weird sleeping pattern such as waking up through the night and not being able to sleep again. But tonight's different because this ass hole is the cause. Ruffus is a rot whiler, I've had him for three years now. I do love him but he's annoying and so clingy. He hates every one but me so we get alone quite well.

I slid out of bed groaning into a stretch and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and took off my sweat pants. The water hit my face instantly causing my body to relax.

I got out not even ten minutes later and draped a towel around my waist and one around my neck. I walked back into the bedroom and see Ruffus sprawled out across my bed.
"merda sfacciata" (cheeky shit)
I grabbed a black shirt and trousers and threw them on the bottom of the bed. I got changed and folded up my sleeves revealing my tatted sleeves. I used to say I'd never get tattoos but that never seemed to happen. I don't regret any of them.

I went into the kitchen making myself a coffee before grabbing my keys and walking to my car in the garage. I have six cars but I always drive the mustang. It's Matt black with black out windows.

I pulled out of the garage and drive to work for my meeting.