The mafia's bride (On Hold)

Chapter twenty: Promise of love

Two short weeks ago I, Pryor Winds, was just living the life of an ordinary teen. Like any other girl out there who likes to dream wild—I used to do the same. Charlotte's more than just a town....it holds secrets, gangs, even bloodshed hidden by the news. To think someone like me, a nobody would meet one of those gangs leaders in the flesh, I don't even want to think of the dangerous stuff Jonah can land me in if it ever comes to something as drastic as wielding a loaded gun.

Weaving a hand across my face to remove the sweat, I fall back on the spread sheet of the bed trying to digest the rest of the drug Jonah poured in my wine glass. The taste stales my lips and tongue the same way it did when Jonah practically made out with me in front of the entire party. My cheeks fluster at the warm feeling, wishing to feel his gentle touch against me once more. Although it may have been a brilliant attempt to make sure the taste of the drug wouldn't stand out with the wine.

"Well played." I mutter under my breath before kicking my feet up in the air. What the boys told me early is all so much to take in. To be in charge of fending off other gangs from out of town plus doing the whole thing in secrecy would kill me—but thinking about my Jonah, his confidence, and his strong ability to defend his friends is priceless. I can see why Joe, Tile, and Red follow someone like him. With great leadership and the face of a handsome man.....every girl would be drooling hot over heels to become his girlfriend. But there is still one question that haunts me and yes, even after relaying all the events up until now, this weird bond that the two of us share together—this effect he has on me....does that mean we meant by fate? Just the thought alone lingers a giggle under my breath before footsteps creep down the hallways outside the guest room. Outside the doorframe is Jonah with a glass of water and two red pills.

Sharing a suspicious glance with him, he slips inside, changed into a plain white t-shirt and baggy jeans. I sit upright on the bed and wait until he's seated next to me before wrapping both arms around his neck to draw him into my body. His skin prickles with goosebumps and his green eyes light the dim room with such shimmering fluorescent desire.

"Take this first," he instructs with a relaxed voice. I raise a brow to question the red pills before tapping my nails against the rim of the bed. Rolling his eyes, he sighs and set the glass down on the ground. "Pry, I swear there's nothing inside that'll put you to sleep, trust me alright?"

"Right," I say with a sarcastic tone before giving into the puppy dog eyes and the way his lips almost curve into a grimace. Observing the tiny thing between my fingers, I immediately pop in in my mouth, remembering to swallow without chewing before doing the same thing with the second one. "What are these supposed to do?"

"They're supposed to stop headaches, nausea, upset stomach and the desire to fall right back to sleep. Jeanna brought them with her." Huh? I finish slipping on the glass of before placing it back down on the ground. So—this whole plot against me was planned right from the beginning, should've known. Yet my first kiss on the lips was mythically....mom always used to describe her first kiss with her ex-boyfriend back in high school. From her perspective, it's like drifting apart from earth. You feel nothing but your partner's lips against yours and the desire to hold onto him/her so they can't slip away from you. I picture a field of flowers growing around Jonah and myself. The sun, the chirping birds, the roses beneath my feet, it was too good to be true. I almost squeal with joy; but my attention is swayed when a hand sweeps out of nowhere and captures my chin, brushing a hand over my bottom lips.