Model, millionaire, Karlie Cora had done everything she needed to do in order to get in the position she wanted to be in, one of the top models in the world. But she walks into the wrong alleyway and now, the most powerful Mafia man is protecting he...
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"We are getting closer and closer to ending this but you're going to blow it all if you don't control your anger." Kane tells me.
I nod and don't look up to see him walk away.
It's been three weeks since Karlie has left. We call and text as much as possible with our schedules being as chaotic as it is but I'm slowly losing it.
I've barely been sleeping or speaking, I only speak if I'm angry, giving orders, or talking to Karlie. But by the time Karlie has time to speak, we only speak for five minutes before she crashes.
She's FaceTimed me in her makeup chair one time and she fell asleep when they were doing her hair.
I nearly cracked my phone at the sight. My baby's head was leaned back uncomfortably and she was slouched in that small chair while everyone was moving around her.
She's gotten skinnier and the bags under her eyes have darkened. When she wakes up her eyes are swollen and red. She's never been like this, not even when she was modeling before me.
I keep track of what shows she's been doing and what she's been doing on a daily but I can't get her on the phone long enough to talk to her about it.
But she keeps her smile. She's always smiling even if it doesn't reaches her eyes, she always has a smile on her face.
As for I, I've been working hard on finding Finn and it's slowly going in the right direction. Although the attacks haven't stopped, we are catching the men doing it and sometimes catching them before the attack is successful.
My anger is getting the best of me. I've killed half of the people that I've caught, even though I'm trying to keep them alive enough to get information.
If I'm not working towards the mafia, I'm at my gym. I hardly go into Karlie's and mine bedroom unless my fatigue is too much for my body and I crash right away.
It's not healthy, I know it's not and if Karlie knew about it then she's probably beat my ass. I miss her too much to stay in that horrid room without her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Hey, sweetie! What are you doing?"
I smile gently at my baby's voice. She's in her makeup chair once more, getting her makeup and hair ready as her phone props up on the mirror.
"I'm just doing some work, what's are you getting ready for?" I ask, squinting my eyes to see better behind me.
"Another show." She sighs. "My feet has been shoved into so many pairs of shoes today, I can't feel them." She groans, gaining a few chuckles from the people in her room.
"Give me the word and I'll be there in the next three hours." I tell her, watching as she smiles gently through the phone.
"I'm not staying here that long, I've got to head over to-"
"Karlie, we lost track of time. We need to get you dressed and out on the runway, like now." Someone cuts in.
"I'm sorry, Jaxon. I need to go." She says, hopping out of her chair and snatching her phone.
"It's okay, baby. I-"
She hangs up the phone before I could finish telling her 'I love you'.
I sigh harshly before throwing down my phone and going back to getting lost into my work again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You incompetent, pieces of shits! How could you let this happen? I gave you one job! One job!" I yell, throwing the large folder at the table of my men.
"I'm-I'm sorry, D-Don." One of them stutters.
"Sorry doesn't fix this! Sorry doesn't get one of my main warehouses back from the fire! How the hell are we supposed to make our shipments with nothing to ship?" I continue to yell, watching as they look at each other.
"Get out!"
I breathe heavily, staring at my clenched fist that sits on the table in front of me.
"You seem stressed."
"Get the fuck out." I say, not looking away from the table.
One of my assassins, Bianca, moves closer to the table. She has always tried to fuck me, no matter how much I tell her I'm not interested. We did one mission together and she couldn't even handle that, she crawled into my hotel bed and tried to start stuff. Let's just say she says a scar on her thigh from it. A bullet scar.
"I can help you, baby." I cringe from the words coming out of her mouth.
Fuck, I miss Karlie.
I couldn't stop myself from reaching my hand out to wrap it around her throat and pushing her until she's pressed against the wall. Her face has already gone red from my tight grip.
"I told you to get the fuck out. What part of that do you not understand?" I say, jerking her head until it hits the wall hardly. "Huh?" I add.
"I just- want to help you." She gasps, scratching at my hand.
"I don't want your help!" I growl, pushing harder until I've successfully cut off her air way, making her eyes widen.
"You are the last person I'd search for help. You've lost your damn mind if you think you can come in here, trying to start this shit." I tell her harshly before throwing her to the floor and storming out of this dumbass place.
Who the fuck does this girl think she is? Coming on me like I'm one of the guys who only see a pair of tits.
I just need to get this over with and then I can tell Karlie and she'll let me come to her. That's why she didn't let me go with her, so I could get finish this mess.
One step at a time.
••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I've been thinking....
What if I made a a second book about there future? Yk the whole wedding and babies...
Now I'm still not done with this book but it's just a thought.
