When a old money daughter meets a mafia son they fall in love. Their parents forbid the relationship from happening but the two lovestruck children find ways of connecting.
mentions of gore, assault, sex, substance use, murder, abuse,and language...
~Briar Campbell~ Tears stream down my cheeks as my father smacks my face. "THAT BOY IS NOT TO BE RECKONED WITH," Now i'm laying on the floor from the force of his palm. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND BRIAR CAMPBELL , OR DO YOU NEED TO BE SMACKED SENSELESS?!"
I'm trying to force words from my mouth but my brain is foggy and my sore throat can't find the cords to work the answer. But the front door opens and i'm laying in a heap of the green dress I sucked into. "I-" "You what?" "I-I," I sniffle, the burn of the slap still stinging away at my skin. "I can't understand-"
another swift slap sounds through the large room. "Do you understand?!" I'm at his feet, confused, in pain, crying, feeling as if i'm burning."Go get dressed, we have a ball to attend." The monster I call my father strides out of the large space into his office in which Mr. Zalamari follows.
Cyprus just stands at the door before briskly walking to me. He kneels before me and pulls my limp, sobbing body onto his lap and into his thick, muscular arms.
-Cyprus Zalamari-
I gingerly carry her up the stairs, glancing behind me every so often to see if her or my father would be racing up the stairs after me.
She is half asleep, probably exhausted from the abuse and yelling thrown at her. "Cyprus?" "Yes love?"
"Do you know why my father won't let me hang out with boys?" We get to her bedroom door. "I don't know."
I know i'm a bad person. I know I have done things a innocent one, like Briar, would never do. But I think i'm hooked on this woman.
~Briar Campbell~ I feel so pulled to Cyprus, like the universe to earth. He helped me cover up my blotchy red cheeks and surprisingly it looked great.
He then guides me to my closet and helps me pick out what to wear to the ball. He must be coming because of his dress shirt and suit pants. And it looks so good.
We both finally decide on a white dress emitting a summer vibe. After a minute of double checking I grab white heels.
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And I add a little blush to Cyprus's plain cheeks. I giggle, "what's so funny? Do I look bad?" I shake my head and I drop on top my head to his shoulder, resting my chin on the hard muscle.
I get down stairs with Cyprus's help giggling and shaking with laughter the whole way down.
My father looks horrified to see me clutching to Cyprus's arm. When I finally get down the stairs I sit on the bottom step and look at my father. I let my breathing get to normal.
I get up, grabbing Cyprus's offered hand. I wink at my father and strut out of the house.
-Cyprus Zalamari-
"I'll take her home, I promise not to do anything with her." At least not like this.
Briar had a little to much champagne and wine at our stay during the ball and is now giggling while in bridle style in my arms.
"Fine. Would you take her to yours? We agreed to bring the party home tonight." I have red lipstick stains on my neck and face from the glorious girl held up in my arms.
I nod and swiftly walk out the exit. "Stopp! Let me down!" Briar yells kicking and lunching my back and chest. "Lets see you walk then?"
I set her down holding her hips until she is mostly stable. She cautiously takes a step in her painful looking heels and drops to the cement ground.
I take her back in my arms and make the rest of the way to the car.
•Thanks for being patient! I like this one but next ones is going to be sooo much better. Enjoy!•
