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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"Jaxon, you can't just-"
I pull out my gun, shooting her in the head before groaning at what I just did.
"Who'd you kill this time?" Logan asks, peaking his head into my office before his eyes widen.
"Get rid of her." I tell him before continuing my work.
That bitch has been on my nerves from the start of this thing. It's always 'Jaxon this' 'Jaxon that'. I really fucking screwed up.
I should've just kept my mouth shut and got more security but no, my dumbass mouth kept talking. I thought I was doing the right thing but I can't even focus on my work, I can't eat, I can't sleep.
"You can't keep killing people because they are getting on your nerves. This is the 23rd person this week." Logan tells me with wide eyes as two of my men carry Chelsea's body out of my office.
"Get out, Logan." I tell him, rubbing my temples.
"No, why don't you just go make up with Karlie? She's clearly not doing well. I mean, she's-" he cute himself off, making a 'yikes' face when he realizes he messed up.
"What do you mean 'she's not doing well'?" I spit, standing from my desk, heading straight for him.
"Whoa, man. Look, I-I didn't mean too. I was just checking up on her!" He stumbles backwards before I grab him by the shirt.
"What's wrong with her?" I grit through my teeth.
"No-Nothing, she's just a little sad." He says, wincing at his own lie.
"Tell me right now or I swear on everything, you're going to be the next body that'll be carried out of this room." I threaten, pushing him against the wall.
"I put cameras in her apartments when she was taken, just to make sure nobody went in there or if she came back and I wanted to check on her after what you did to her!" He points out before looking away when he sees the look I give him.
"I just so happened to check in on her when she was crying and her room was destroyed, she went to stand up and glass got into her feet and she fell, landing on more glass and her broken collar bone and then she stopped moving." He says quickly, averting his eyes to everything and anything besides me.
"Have you checked on her since?" I ask, my anger getting replaced by worry.
She fell on glass? Is she okay? Why would she do something so reckless? She's supposed to heal and move on with a happy life. Possibly with no one else but herself, but I can't really control that.
"Yeah." He mumbles, looking down.
"And?" I press.
"She's leaving." He whispers.
What? She can't leave. She's not even healed yet. Where is she going to go? I can't let her leave, not when there's history with her and I. That will always be something people will remember and if she gets hurt because of me again, I can't even think of the possibility's.
"When?"
"Her flight is in three hours."
I grab my phone and wallet before leaving my office. She can't leave, not just yet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My car squeals to a stop beside her plane.
Everyone is fueling her jet and preparing for the flight but no Karlie. Her car isn't even here yet, what if she's on the plane already?
I get out of the car just as a blacked out SUV pulls up and Karlie slowly gets out of the car, slamming the door shut then freezing when she see me.
Well that doesn't last long.
She glares at me, taking big steps to get to me faster before she shoves me as best as she can with one hand.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She spits, shoving me again.
"You can't leave." I tell her sternly as I grab her wrist, pulling her towards me.
"And why not? You get to do everything you want but I can't take a damn well earned vacation?!" She exclaims, looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.
"Karlie, you still have a sling on. You can't go to some place by yourself." I say as she struggles to leave my grip.
"So, I'm supposed to sit in an apartment by myself and wait for you? Or wait until someone calls me to go out but wait! No one has called me!" She shouts.
I swallow harshly, I didn't realize that she's been feeling like this. I haven't even spoken to Journey. I wonder if Kane told her something.
"I'm sorry, baby. I-I don't know what I was thinking. Please, come back with me. Logan is back at the estate, you guys can hang out and bother everyone and anyone." I soft my voice, pleading her with my eyes.
She scoffs, looking away.
I can't tell what she's thinking other than the fact that she's pissed and rightfully so. She deserves to be pissed after everything she's been through, after everything I put her through.
"Am I safe with you?" She asks, throwing my own words back at my face.
"Yes, baby. The safest." I almost whisper.
"What made it so unsafe three weeks ago that made you do this? What made it so unsafe three weeks ago that made you break everything off?" She shouts.
I don't even know what to tell her because it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. She's right. I'm a coward. Too afraid to lose the most important thing in my life.
It's not my mafia or my money. It's her.
Always her.
"Huh?" She says when I don't answer her.
"I-I doubted myself. I know I did this but, baby, you have too understand. If you would've just stayed away; you would've never been taken, you would've never had to end your career because of the scars on your body." I basically rant, feeling like an absolute fool for talking about my feelings like this but if I don't, I may never get her to be mine.
"So it's my fault?" She asks as her voice cracks and her eyes gloss over with unwanted tears.
"No, god no! I just wanted what was best for you."
"You were what was best for me. I didn't care about the scars or ending my career, I needed you." Her voices waves with emotion before a single tear escapes her eye.
I could feel my face drop at her words and it literally felt like I felt my heart break into a million different pieces.
"Fine." She says, clearing her face before getting into the passenger side of my car.
