The Mob Queen• Laurinah[COMPLETED]

Not That Kinda Girl

Lauren

After Dinah locked me in her bedroom, I kicked and hit the door as hard as I could but I soon realized I wasn't that strong and was already passing out from the pain. What a good day to be alive, right?

I was furious with her for taking Camila and the worst part was, I knew it was my fault. I shouldn't have kissed her, that was my call and it got her killed. I don't think I could ever forgive myself for something like this. Camila was sweet and so damn caring that I was naturally drawn to her when Dinah came into my life, I guess I saw her as my safe haven. Now I was learning it was the most foolish thing I could have done. It cost her, her life.

Dinah was right, maybe I should have been a good wife and listened, been loyal, stay out of trouble but when I saw Camila's brown eyes for the first time. So warm and inviting, I couldn't help myself. I hated Dinah, and I....I think I loved Camila.

Dinah was cold, mean, and hurt me. She didn't care about me. She only cared about keeping me as her possession, her perfect, pretty little wife. Somewhere deep down, I wished she wouldn't. I wanted her to love me, to treat me right because as much as I hated her, I felt something for her. I think it was the tiny little part of me still grappled to how I loved her when we were kids. She was a monster, but the mob praised people like that and that was all she knew. I wished I could change that, I wished she would let me change her because I knew I could. Or at least, that's what I thought.

I didn't love her, I knew that. I hated her, and it was like everything she did just made me hate her more. The moment I thought one good thought about her, I remember all I saw: the man at our wedding and shooting him, the way she's hit me, watching her tell the men to drag Camila away, the dead people in the garden house, and that was only the things I had saw. I was so conflicted about everything I felt for her.

I just knew I had to keep fighting, I wouldn't let her take away who I was. That was all I had now.

Thinking in the darkness was all I could do, until my eyes shot open unexpectedly, my body sitting up. I breathed heavily, my eyes blinking over and over again, my head aching. My vision was spinning, my heart beat pounding in my ears.

"Lauren, Lauren, baby. Look at me," Dinah's voice made me jump back in fear, cold water running down me as I realized I was in the shower. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I looked at her, yelping when she started to reach forward to touch me.

"No, get away!" I screamed, covering my ears when the sound just bounced off the walls back to me.

"Lauren, please. Calm down," Dinah begged, reaching forward and holding my cheek. "It's okay."

"W-what happened?" My head was still pounding and slowly I regained my thoughts.

"You passed out."

"You took her," I whispered, starting to cry.

"What? I can't hear you."

"You took her!" I screamed, tearing her palm from my cheek and pushing her backwards. "Get away from me! You're a monster!"

I sobbed as Dinah smiled at me, lifting my chin. "I didn't kill her, Lauren."

"Y-you didn't?" I asked hopefully but when I saw the way she was smiling I knew she had done so much worse. "Oh god," I leapt forward, my stomach emptying itself into the toilet. I coughed, thoughts of Dinah torturing Camila making me gag.

"Oh, it's okay, baby. She'll be okay," Dinah whispered in my ear before standing up, smiling down at me. My eyes looked to hers, trying to figure out what she had done to Camila. Whatever it was, it was terrible.