War for Love

Chapter eight

Jason Martiné

After that phone call, I hang up and get on my motorcycle, I'm probably driving past the speed limit but I don't care. She needs me and I have to be there. I checked her location before hopping on the motorcycle. When I get to her school I immediately spot a large crowd shouting: "Beat her, show her how it's done!" They better not. I walk up to it and see that a guy has her pinned to the ground and another girl is punching her in the face nonstop. I take my gun and point it at them. Everyone goes silent and the girl is not noticing what's happening behind her so I press the gun to her head.

When she realizes that I'm behind her she freezes. "Lay one more hand on her and I'll ruin your family's life and make sure you won't have one," I say. The shock on everyone's faces is priceless. The look in their eyes fear I love it. "Come on let's go," I say while helping Lissa up. "I still have classes." She says as we walk towards my motorcycle. "I'm not leaving you here today," I say. I give her my spare helmet and put mine on. 

We drive away towards my house. We drive past a beach and the sky looks beautiful. It's our family. I know. We get to my house and I help her get off and let her in. She sits down on my couch and rests her head on the armrest. "Are you alright?" I ask her. I study her face and don't notice any bruises, she's just very red. "Yeah, she didn't hit that hard it was just a show of fight." She says. I nod my head and sit down next to her.

"What do you do for work?" She asks me and I look at her confused. "Where is the question coming from?" I ask her. Tell her the truth. Yeah, I will. "Well you live in a big house, have multiple expensive cars and you just pointed a gun at my classmate." She explains. "And you don't look very old." She continues, wich makes me laugh. "Well I'm not old, I'm 23 years old and my job is a long story," I say. "Well, I have the whole day to tell." She says smiling at me. Her smile makes me feel something I never felt. It makes me feel warm and everything will be okay no matter what. 

"Well, when I was a baby I lost my parents because of my dad's job. He ran the second-strongest mafia worldwide, but the Italian mafia was always stronger than his. His brother was killed by them and when he went to seek revenge he and my whole family got killed. That made me the heir of the Mafia. And well being a mafia leader comes with having a lot of money. I truly wish there was a way out but since I have only one cousin left, and she doesn't want to do it I have to." I explain to her. When I look at her shock is written all over her face. I scared her off, she'll probably want to leave by now. 

"That must be horrible to go through." She says and I just shrugged. "Grew to find peace in this life?" I say. "I didn't fully tell you the truth about myself too." She says while looking down.  "What is it?" I ask her. I take her chin and push her face up, making her look at me. "Well, my name is not Lisa but Talisha and my dad is the boss of the Italian mafia is my dad." She says and my eyes grow wide. The man that killed my family, his daughter is sitting right infront of me. I terorised this girls family as much as they did to mine.

 "I'm sorry I understand if you don't want to talk too me after the lies. You probably don't ever want to speakt to m-" She rambels but I stop her by kissing her.When I pull away I look her in the eyes. "It's alright, I was causing chaos in your family and you were watching out for your own safety." I say while cuppig her cheeck. "I'm sorry." I say and she smiles at me. "It's okay, my dad kinda killed yours so I can't hold you for granted." She says. "We're in a messed up situasion aren't we?" Talisha ask and I nod my head.

"What now?" She asks me. "I don't know." I say looking down. I enjoy her company not only when we're having sexs. I wouldn't want to stop it, but I don't think her dad would be okay with me hanging with her. "I don't want to stop what we have going on." She says and I look at her. It doesn't look like she's lying. "Then we don't stop." I say.