The Gangster Fell For Me

The Gangster Fell For Me - chapter 3

Turns out Johnny didn't go to the same hospital normal people did he and his gang has a private doctor!

my life couldn't get any more complicated right now it's been three days since the wall-punching accident and Johnny wouldn't let me out of his sight, he was extremely nice though, he took me to the mall made me breakfast and stuff like that, he snapped a couple of times but he only yelled scaring the hell out of me.

I was currently sitting on the bed since Johnny insisted on sharing the same bed with me, I woke up when he got a phone call about "business" it was 3 a.m. for god's sake! What kind of business couldn't wait until morning!

He came rushing in with his phone in his hand "pack your stuff" he ordered and started putting in some clothes, did I mention he was in his boxers?

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" no way I'm going on his killing spree, he can go by himself, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to a standing position, very roughly. "I said…pack your stuff" his voice was calm but stern which told me it wasn't a good idea to argue with him right now, I did as he told me and 10 minutes later we went down to the street and there were two cars waiting at the door, he pulled me to one and pushed me inside with my stuff "take her to my place, stay with her, make sure she doesn't go anywhere until I get back !" he shot to the driver then got in the other car which took off as soon as he got in.

Talking to the guy in the driver's seat was like talking to a deaf guy, he had no reaction what so ever, after a while we parked in front of a fancy house, a really fancy house, the one that celebrities live in, the guy got out of the car and opened my door for me, when did gangsters become gentlemen?

He took my bags and insisted I walk in front of him; Johnny's words were orders to him apparently.

We entered the house and my jaw dropped, this place was expensive! Giving people poison and getting them addicted pays well."

"Come on" so he can talk…. He just chose to ignore me the whole time; we went up the stairs to a bed room that was bigger than my whole apartment! Seriously I can play football in here!! The guy was acting like I wasn't in the room, which was getting on my nerves "where did Johnny go?"

"He has business to take care of" he didn't even look at me when he said that, what am I invisible or something? "What kind of business?" I asked and he finally looked at me and man do I wish he didn't, if looks could kill I'd be six feet under.

"Look, don't stick your nose into other people's business I don't know why Johnny is bearing you but I'm stuck here babysitting you because of it! If it was me I would tie you up somewhere and torture you until you're ready to talk, I'd hurt you enough for you to beg me to kill you, so shut your fucking mouth before I shut it by force!" he stayed quiet for a couple of seconds then glared at me hatefully "I'm going downstairs, you can do whatever you want until Johnny gets back but if you step a foot out of this house or use the phone I'll make you wish you were never born! Understand?" I was too scared to say anything I just nodded "good" he shouted, and then stormed out slamming the door shut behind him.

I was tired as hell but I was too scared to sleep, when Johnny was with me I felt safe but with this guy I am terrified, the thought itself made me gasp I didn't feel safe with Johnny he's a gangster ! I can't feel safe with him I hate him! I'm screwed I'm really really screwed.

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It was now 12 p.m I was too scared to go to sleep and Johnny didn’t show up yet, so far I've cooked breakfast, showered, watched TV and took a couple of tours around the house, this place was huge! The guy who brought me here had his butt glued to the couch in front of the TV, I asked him what his name was and when is Johnny going to get here, he chose to ignore me of course.

I was getting really tired now and I was just about to go up stairs and get some sleep when the door burst open and Johnny walked in looking really pissed, he grabbed me by the collar and slammed me against the wall "who the fuck did you tell?"

"Simon, leave" he said not taking his eyes off of me, without a word Simon left the house looking really calm which pissed me off even more.

I felt a sharp pain in my left cheek and I realized Johnny had slapped me, I felt the tears prickle my eyes and I tried hard not to cry but failed, tears were gushing freely from my eyes.

Johnny grabbed me by the throat and started choking the life out of me, I was standing on the tips of my toes, I needed air and I couldn't have it. "I was nice to you! You're still alive for fucks sake! Why go tell someone else where the drugs are? Why go tell someone else who killed my brother?" by the time he finished yelling at me I was seeing black spots, he let go of me and I collapsed to the floor coughing and sucking in a deep breath.

The next thing I knew I was being carried and put on the couch, I realized Johnny carried me when I saw his back fade through the door, a few seconds later he came back with a glass of water, extending his hand handing me the glass, with an apologetic look on his face "here" was this guy bi-polar? What the fuck?

Taking the glass from him I realized I was really thirsty so I drank it all in one go, I hears him chuckle as I did.

He extended his hand towards my face and I closed my eyes preparing myself for the hit but it never came, he gently whipped the tears off my face.

He was smiling warmly at me, maybe he's mentally ill or something.

As if it was an on and off switch his face turned expressionless "tell me" his voice was calm, but I could tell he was trying to control himself.

"Tell me what happened that night, who killed my brother? Where are the drugs?" I was shocked; it was his brother that died that night! Hell I didn't even know he had a brother, I've known him since high school but never really knew anything about him, that was a new piece of information for me. "You have a brother?" I didn't even recognize my own voice.

"Yes, I have a brother, the guy that died that night WAS my brother, now tell me who killed him?" when I didn't say anything he cupped my face roughly, his cast colliding with my cheek bone making me wince "he's my fucking damn brother Allison. I deserve to know the name of the piece of shit that killed him!" tears started to run down my face, the words "kill" and "brother" brought back lots of sad memories "for fucks sake Alli, tell me! " he yelled and I surprised even myself when I yelled just as loud "I don't know a name! I'll tell you what I know just leave me alone" a look of hurt crossed his face but right now I couldn't care less I just wanted to curl up in a dark place and die.

Johnny pulled me to him slamming me against his hard chest wrapping his arms tightly around me, I tried to push him away but he didn't let go he just held me tighter against him, he didn't say anything either he just stood there silently.

15 minutes later I was still wrapped in Johnny's arms but I was sitting on his lap on the couch, he didn't say anything the whole time and he was still holding me as tight as he first did, just like I needed him.

"What was his name?" I whispered "who?" he whispered back. "Your brother"

"Carter…he was two years younger than me" his voice was so sad which made me hold him tighter "I'm sorry" when he didn't reply I kept talking "it was a tall blonde guy with a skull-cross weird looking tattoo".

His whole body tensed "who was?" his voice was urgent; he let go of me and looked me in the eye waiting for an answer.

"The guy who shot your brother, I don't know his name but I remember what he looked like" I said and I saw anger in his eyes, he looked so angry it gave me shivers.