The Gangster Fell For Me

The Gangster Fell For Me - chapter 2

I woke up in the morning with two muscular arms spooning me from behind, I turned around and cuddled in his chest, his arms instantly tightened around me, I felt safe for the first time in a long time until I realized what is happening, I was sleeping in the same bed as Johnny Jackson! The drug dealer! And I was enjoying it!

I need to get out of here, fast.

I tried to push my body up only for Johnny's arms to tighten even more around my waist, when I tried to pry his arms off he rolled on top of me giving me a death glare, so he's awake…

"Where do you think you're going?"There wasn't even a hint of sleep in his voice. "to the bathroom" I shot a little too harshly, he didn't reply he just ran his hands slowly up my thighs to my waist reaching the sides of my breasts then wrapping his hands around my neck and stopping there, here it comes now he's going to kill me, he leaned to my ear and whispered "why won't you tell me what I want to hear? I would hate to have to hurt you" he moved his hands from my neck and put them around my waist again, then rolled so I was ontop of him "You're too good to waste" He had a smirk plastered on his face, how could he be so calm while talking about killing someone?

He let go of me "Go" he said leaving me puzzled "What?" the word came out of my mouth before I could stop it. He chuckled "You said you wanted to go to the bathroom, Alli" I could see the smirk in his eyes "Oh" I said, could I have been more retorted?

I walked my was awkwardly to the bathroom and just before I was out the door he called for me "Alli, you look sexy with that bed hair" I blushed and rushed my way to the bathroom locking the door behind me.

It was about 7 p.m. now and Johnny has been nothing but nice and charming to me, he even cooked me breakfast and dinner, he wouldn't let me out of his sight though. We were currently sitting on front of the T.V; he insisted would sit on his lap, much to my annoyance. And he was staring at me the whole time; I bet he doesn't even know what's on T.V.

I gasped when he dropped me on the couch laid on top of me knocking the air out of my lungs, I didn't even realize he was pinning my hands above my head until I tried to move after I caught my breath, he rested his forehead on mine and looked me in the eye "I'm not that bad you know, I can be nice too" what do I say to that? What did he mean anyway? "Tell me what happened that night" isn't that perfect! He was being nice this whole time so I would tell him where the drugs went, that really pissed me off "Get off of me!" I spat, my voice coated with venom. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he squeezed so hard on my wrists I was surprised the bones didn't crack, I don't know what he did but the pain got worse by the second "I've been nice to you so far! Don't make me show you a side of me that you're not gonna like" he almost yelled, his face was stern and angry, he squeezed a little harder and I screamed from the pain, I'm not surprised it hurt that much after all there were cuts on my wrists. Tears started to will up in my eyes and for a second when that happened I saw something in his eyes, they turned sad for a moment but it was gone as fast as it came.

"For fucks sake, Alli. Why do you make me do that?" he got off of me and punched the wall hard enough for me to hear the sickening crack of his knuckles break, he stood there for what seemed like forever with his fist still against the wall, then he punched the wall again and I screamed, how could someone hurt themselves like that and not even wince? Guess that's why gangsters call him heartless. His voice brought me back to reality, I was so deep in thought that I didn't even notice him move from the now blood smeared wall and kneel in front of me "why did you scream? Is it your wrists? …Alli, what's wrong?" I was frozen I couldn't move, my hands automatically moved and held the hand he aimed at the wall a second ago, he had no reaction what so ever, just had concern written all over his features.

He stared at my face then whipped my tears with his other hand that made me realize I was crying.

He kept staring at my face for what was probably 10 seconds but felt a lot longer, I didn't say anything I just got up and went to the kitchen, his hand still in mine, I got some ice out of the freezer and gently put it to his hand, again he had no reaction to that, his face remained emotionless, the bone was obviously broken yet he didn't seem to focus on anything but my face.

"Why did you do that?" I whispered scared to ask any louder.

As if reading my thoughts, he whispered back "I'm not used to controlling my anger, I thought it would be best if I take it out on the wall "The look on his face broke my heart it was like he was opening up to me about something and it was burning him to admit it, he looked so vulnerable which made me wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. To my surprise he wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breathing was ragged and he was shaking a little.

A while later his breathing became stable, he moved away from me and cupped my face in his hands, he rested his forehead on mine and stared into my eyes, I could feel his breath blowing at my face then he slowly leaned in and gently pressed his lips to mine, as our lips moved in sync I found myself being pushed roughly against the wall, his hands found the hem of my t-shirt and I felt his cold hands against my skin, he broke out of the kiss and kissed down my neck. I pushed him away and he was instantly 3 feet away from me with a panicked look on his face "What's wrong?" I stayed silent; I was thinking of the answer myself, why did u push him away? Because he's a drug dealer? A murderer? That wasn't a good enough reason all of a sudden, why can't I do this with him? Because he's not the relationship type and I'm not the one night stand type of girl. "Alli" I stared at his face numbly "Your hand is broken we need to get you to a hospital"

"Yeah, right, the hospital"