Your Wife

Chapter 1

"Shit. Shit. Fuck." I said as I stumbled around my old apartment with grocery bags in my hand. I finally made it to my counter, just as an orange rolled out of the bag and out my front door.

"Jesus, can't I get a break?" I walked outside to the hallway to catch the runaway fruit when I met eye to eye with my best friend.

He had the orange in his hand.

"Get it together, Milah," he joked. I rolled my eyes and stole the orange from his hand.

"I have it together, Jamie." I walked back into my apartment and Jamie followed. He helped me put away the groceries.

"There's not a lot of things in these bags," he said as he put away some cereal.

"I get paid on $3 above minimum wage and I still am paying for college by myself. I can't spend too much money on food," I sighed. My financial troubles have been with me my whole life. Ever since my mother and father died, I've been on my own.

"Let me help you." Jamie came behind me.

"No, Hell no. I don't want to owe anyone." I walked around him. It was always my number one rule. Never to owe anyone.

"Milah, stop being like this." Jamie said.

"Stop being who I am? That's a lot to ask for." I was really holding my temper in. Jamie pisses me off.

"I'm not saying that. Sometimes it's okay to ask for help."

"I don't need your help, Jamie!" I yelled. He looked startled, then changed to anger. He stormed out. I leaned back on the counter and sighed. We always fought. I rubbed my temples because I could feel a headache coming.

I walked to my small, stuffy bathroom and looked into the mirror. I had eye bags from lack of sleep. I tied my curly hair into a bun and changed into an oversized shirt.

I walked into my bedroom and fell into my mattress. I fell asleep immediately.

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The sound of banging woke me up. I groaned and checked the clock next to me. 3:30 AM. Fuck, who is up this early?

I laid my head back down onto my pillow and tried to fall back asleep.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Scream.

My eyes shot open and I jumped up. Screaming? The next thing I knew, my front door was knocked down and three guys in all black with machine guns barged in. My back hit the wall and my heart raced.

What was going to happen to me?

They yelled something in Spanish.

"Damelo. Damelo." One guy said. He must be the leader. The guy next to him handed him a piece of cloth. Oh shit. I knew what the was. As the man approached me I kicked my leg out and it hit him in the stomach.

Fight or flight. I chose both.

I ran over my bed as the men stood in shock. Now was my chance. I ran past the men to my hallway.

The front door was in sight. Just a few more feet...

Strong hands grabbed my arms and pulled my back. I cried in pain and stumbled back.

"Puta madre," the guy said under his breath. He pulled me up and held me back. He was stronger than me. I had lost.

The leader came in front of me and pulled his mask off. His mask was a red monkey face with fangs. All of theirs were. I was taken aback by his beauty.

He had piercing green eyes and tan skin. Stubble surrounded his lower face. His eyebrows were sharp and thick and one scar traced down his left brow. His facial structure looked like it was sculpted by a god.

He's an asshole for looking so good.

"You speak Spanish?" He asked in a coarse voice.

"No." I lied. I worked hard to become fluent in Spanish during my high school years.

He gave me a skeptical look but apparently since I don't "look" Spanish.

"Come on." He motioned for the guy behind me to drag me outside. My adrenaline rose and and kicked and screamed. Where was everyone else in the building? They led me to the hallway and the sight revolted me.

Blood lined the walls. I stood in horror. All i could think of was Jamie.

They led me outside where 3 big black BMW's sat in the parking lot. Oh fuck. What is going on?

The guy roughly pushed me into the middle truck and immediately a black mask was over my head.