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, what happened?" I ask frantically as he walks through the front door.
His white shirt has grey patches over it and his face has some dirt on it but that didn't scare me. What does is the heavy look on his face.
"The warehouse was attacked." He says emotionless.
"Oh god. Is everyone okay?" I walk, closer to him, putting my hand on his arm.
He just shakes his head before walking pass me. I want to ask if he's okay but I've learned that shit needs to settle before he can speak clearly about the issue.
I turn my head back to the door as Logan walks in, looking the same as Jaxon but Logan's eyes are red and puffy.
"Oh, Logan." I breathe out as he opens his arms for me and I take my spot, rubbing his back as he breaks down in my hold.
"So many, Karlie. They had families and kids, the kids won't understand." He sobs.
"Shh, breathe." I whisper. I wait until he's calm enough to go sit on the couch as I sit beside him.
"What happened?" I ask hesitantly.
"Someone planted bombs inside of the main warehouse and they went off while everyone was inside. Karlie, so many people died today. Only a quarter of the people in there survived." Logan explains, sniffling and rubbing his nose while wiping his face.
I couldn't help but tear up at the thought of that amount of people dying unexpectedly.
"Do we know how many people were in there?" I rub my thumb over his knuckles in a way to comfort him.
"A little less than half of the mafia."
"Oh, Logan. I'm so sorry." I tell him, watching as he nods and sighs heavily.
"I have a headache. I think I'm just going to go to bed." He tells me, standing.
"Okay, let me know if you need anything."
He nods then walks away.
My chest aches for the families of the people who've died today and for their friends. I almost forget how impactful death is until there is another reoccurrence. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Jaxon?" I knock on the door, getting silent in return so I open the door just for the room to be completely dark.
"Leave, Karlie." Jaxon says from his spot on the bed.
"No." I say sternly, walking in front of him and turning on the lamp on the bedside table.
"If you're just going to say some bullshit then leave me, I don't want to hear it." He says, looking at me with eyes completely void of any emotions.
"I just want to help." I say softly, cupping his cheek.
