Bound Together

Chapter 4

Jacks pov
She aggravates me so much and maybe because I long to touch her or maybe because I know she's hiding something and I'm obsessed with finding out. Thats why im always a dick to her hoping that i can push her far enough that she just pops. I want to see the fierce anger dancing in her eyes instead of that cold and empty look. I crave her touch, her anger, I crave for everything. Most importantly I crave her soul. She will be mine in one way or another. She's different then all of the other women I've been with. Her beauty is real and that's not just on the outside. The three of us are still seated at the table, I can tell their minds are swarming with questions. The main one that's looming over us like a shadow is, what did she mean when she said she was only allowed one piece of bread and a glass of water a week? Is the princess not as much of one as I thought she was? Do I have her all wrong? No. i say stopping myself, she's exactly what i think she is, she probably just said that for attention. None of us speak. The air is thick and heavy as we sit in silence.
"I've got shit to do." I speak, breaking the unbearable quietness in the room. I stand from my chair and walk towards the garage and get in my matt black 67 impala. This is my favorite car that we own, no one but me drives it. Any time I drive I put on my music and Noah always complains and every time I say "driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cake hole." it pisses him off every single time.

Arriving at the docks I meet Jerry and we go over what's coming in and what's going out. Two gun shipments are supposed to come in today around noon and I have to prepare three drug shipments for the germans. Since it's already eleven thirty i decided to get the drugs ready while i wait for the guns to arrive. I alwasy hate having to pack this shit its so tedious. My job is to take care of the shipments. I'm also the in-forcer so anyone who owes us money or double crosses us i deal with. Noah runs the clubs and casinos. Damien runs our main businesses and everything else since he's the don, Noah is his second hand or capo we like to call it. Technically I am as well but it goes against the rules to have two capos.
Finally after what feels like years of packing drugs i'm done and just in time for me to go make sure everything goes smooth with guns coming in.

Nyla's pov
I never should have opened my mouth because I know they are going to start putting the puzzle pieces together and ask more questions that I really don't want to answer. Why me? Why couldn't I have had a normal childhood with a loving father? Why does he hate me so much? What did I ever do to deserve this? It's too much. The pain,anger, and sadness it's all too much.. I can't handle it. Walking into the bathroom I scrabble through the draws to find my blade. Finding it in the third drawer I slide down the wall and pull my shorts up. The silver blade shines as I slowly drag it across my skin.I relish in the feeling of it. I can't stop, I keep going and going making the neat lines and seeing them fill with blood. After the seventh one I put the blade down and take in adeep breath of air. I stand from where I was sitting down and walk towards the shower. The hot water sting the fresh cuts and I let out a light hiss at the pain. Stepping out of the shower flips a switch in me. I can feel the numbness crawl its way up my body riding me of any feeling. I walk towards the mirror and look at myself. I look so different from yesterday. The broken girl who once stared at me is gone now it's been replaced by the cold and emotionless girl i'm looking at right now. I never know how long the numbness is gonna last but I do know that once it leaves me it won't be pretty but I can't bring myself to care. I applied the makeup to my body once again. This is getting really tiring but it's what needs to be done. They can never find out that I'm covered in scars from head to toe. Leaving the bathroom I walk to the closet and find an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. After I'm dressed I walk around the house exploring the beautiful palace. Opening one of the doors I am confronted with a room full of canvases and paint. Wandering around the massive room I admire the amazing artwork. I sit down and grab a canvas. Grabbing every color of paint I can carry, I set them down and grab a brush. Letting my hands do the work I get lost in each stroke of the paint brush watching the paint blend together in a perfect contrast. Putting the brush down when I'm satisfied with my work I back up and admire the piece of art in front of me. It's chaos just like my life. The red and purple paint stand out against the strokes of black.
"That's beautiful." usually i would jump back but thanks to the numb i don't even flinch as damien appears on my right side.
"Thanks." I mumble.
"What's it supposed to be?" he questions.
"Don't know." I responded by shrugging my shoulders.
"Mmm." he hums. "What are you doing here?" he asks.
"Oh i don't know how about you tell me since you guys are the ones who took me." numb me is bold and doesnt give a fuck and i live for it.
"You know that's not what I meant." he quips.
"Mmm." Now it's my turn to hum. I grab my painting and walk back to my room. I set the painting on the bed and change my paint covered clothes into clean ones.