The Mob Queen• Laurinah[COMPLETED]

Death Isn't the End

😅I apologize in advance for what you're about to read. Please don't kill me
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Lauren

Watching her fall to the ground filled me with regret almost immediately. I had shot Dinah, and now she was going to die because of it. The gun clattered to the ground in shock as it all happened slowly. She held her gut, looking down at it before looking back at me. Her eyes were wide with pain as she took a step forward before falling to the ground.

Her eyes possessed a paleness that sent shivers down my spine as she laid on her side, her breathing labored. Crouching down slowly, I stared at her, silently crying. What had I just done?

Her eyes focused on mine, no pain filling them anymore. There was happiness in them and I knew why.

"I love you, Lauren. Never forget that," she whispered, starting to cough up blood. The sight made my heart ache because I had done this. She wasn't supposed to be dead. I wasn't supposed to be Caporegime. Things weren't supposed to be this way!

"No, no, no. I didn't mean to. I-" She cut me of before I could get any further, her eyes sad. The beautiful brown was fading, becoming duller and duller as she smiled softly.

"Thank you for releasing me from my monsters." Those were the last words that faded from her mouth, her tone coming down to a soft whisper at the end. Her eyes closed and I felt myself starting to breathe heavier.

"No, no, no! Come on Dinah. Wake up!" I shouted, shaking her cold lifeless body. "Come on! Please!"

She only laid there, peaceful in her dead state. I shouldn't have killed her, she shouldn't have died because of me. When that gun was in my hands, I didn't know what I was doing and it had cost her her life.

I couldn't believe I had done this. I always knew it wasn't like me. Killing wasn't me, none of this was me. But here I was, sitting with her in my arms. Tears were still escaping as I heaved, trying to catch my breath as I sobbed. "No, no. Please," I begged, trying to make her wake up.

I had shot my wife. She wasn't innocent, but she shouldn't have died because of me. I shouldn't have taken the gun, I shouldn't have even held her at gunpoint because now she was gone. I had taken her life.

Sobbing helplessly, I held her dead body in my arms, thinking about everything that happened. She loved me, she protected me. She may have hurt me but I didn't care anymore! I needed her and now I had taken her away from this world!

I hated myself for that.

"Dinah, please," I whispered it hope, running my hands through her long blond hair. She looked so peaceful, and it scared me. I didn't imagine death to be a peaceful thing but when she muttered her last few words, Thank you for releasing me from my monsters, and she smiled, I wondered if I had saved her. If this was the only way she could go peacefully.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," I repeated over and over again, the last of my hope starting to relinquish as I cried. What had I done?

"Please, you can't go. I need you, Dinah." I pressed my hand against her stomach where the blood had started to run cold. "We need you," I whispered, pressing her hand against my stomach.

"Mrs. Hansen?" I froze at the sound of a mans voice, and when I turned my head I came eye to eye with a group of Dinah's men, their eyes widening.

"No, no, please. I-it's no-" before I could continue they were dragging me away from Dinah, eliciting helpless screams from me. "Dinah!" Her name fell from my mouth multiple times as some men took their guns out and went to search the rest of the house.

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I sat in a dark room, my wrists shackled to a metal bar in front of me, a small light hanging above my head. Tears were still running down my cheeks, every moment of this evening replaying in my head.

The door opened, a man with a nasty scar across his face entering slowly. "Mrs. Hansen," he spoke and I felt myself visibly tense. The sound of that name made my tears overflow in a rush. I was only one half of the Mrs. Hansens now. I had killed my wife. I had killed my wife. Those thoughts replayed in my head, over and over again as he took a seat in front of me.

"You are to be convicted for the murder of Dinah Jane Hansen. Death by one hundred bullets." I didn't even have the feelings to look hurt because I deserved this. I deserved all of it.

I murdered my own wife. To be honest, I hadn't even meant to. I was angry, terrified, and my hands acted on their own. It was so strange to think that, that little motion of my finger took her life, and it was going to take mine too. Dinah was all I had left.

I didn't care about my old friends anymore, I didn't care about my father or my mother, I just cared about Dinah but she was gone now.

"N-no, you can't," I stuttered, trying to plead even though I knew this was right. I deserved to be killed, but I wasn't trying to protect myself. I was trying to protect the life growing inside me.

"Mrs. Hansen, I hope you do realize that you murdered the retired Caporegime's daughter who was in line to take his place. Leaders of both mobs have decided this is a suitable punishment and you have been removed from power."

"No, you don't understand. You can't kill me."

He only shook his head and I saw a glint of sympathy before he stood up, turning around. "They'll be here for you in thirty minutes." He left without another word, leaving me to drown in my regrets.

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Everything happened quickly, I was being drove to a warehouse when the car was stopped and my father took me back. The mob looked for me for months, but he kept me in hiding and slowly, I started to feel like a child again. I was kept out of the loop, everything that happened in the outside would never effecting me. I stayed inside the house alone, only leaving when I was guarded by four men.

I went to her grave stone everyday, sat there and cried because I still felt guilty. I was the reason she was gone, and that would never change. Every day, I brought a bouquet of white roses that I would put in a vase because the reminded me of her.

She was innocent before she was changed into some monster. She was okay. She was nice. She was perfect but the world around her had corrupted her. She was the white roses, every time I saw them, I was reminded of her.

"The baby is due in one week, baby. She'll be here any day now," I spoke, sitting down on the grass next to her stone. I hadn't ever seen her after the night I shot her, never saw her body and sometimes it made me feel weird. It didn't even feel like her presence was here. I thought I would at least feel something here like the characters in the books did, but I didn't.

Sometimes I wondered if she was even here, if she had even been buried here. "Little Dinah Rosalina Hansen," I whispered, pressing my hand against the bump in my stomach.

I was so thankful the child got to live, that I got to raise her in peace. My father had rescued me and that was something I would never let go of. I should be dead right now but I'm not.

"I wish you were here. I wish you could see our baby girl grow up." I felt tears starting to fill my eyes as I traced her name on the gravestone. "I'm so sorry you're not here. I'm so sorry I took you away from this world. I'm so sorry baby." "I wish I could bring you back. If I could, I would do it in a heartbeat."

"I would take everything back. I would have never ran away, I would have been good. I would have stayed by your side, been good. I wouldn't have ever took you away."

A few tears ran down my cheeks as I pressed my palm flat against the smooth stone, my vision becoming blurry.

"Come back my love. Come back."

So, ummmm....sorry? I'm very sorry but don't worry! I'll fix things! I'll try at least.

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