Becca's P.O.V
Sunday 3 p.m.
I came back home from Anthony's house earlyy this morning. I woke up to my phone being blown up. I hoped it was Anthony but when I looked down at my phone it was:Marcia❣: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!?
Marcia❣: BITCHH we needa talk A$AP!
Marcia❣: hellooo
Marcia❣: holaaaaa
Marcia❣: bitch I'm coming over right now!
Read 3:15 p.m.Minutes later I heard someone banging on my door. I hopped out of bed only wearing shorts and a sports bra. Then, rushed downstairs to see who the fuck is at my door.
"BECCA GUESS WHAT THE FUCK I FOUND OUT?!?!?" Marcia's eyes had looked like she'd been crying for hours and hours. She barged passed me and headed fkr the living room. I closed the door and followed her.
I sat on the couch next to her. "K so what the fuck happened?" I laughed inside my head knowing I just mocked her.
"So Chris came over last night and he was upset or worried about something. I had no clue what it was about. Then, he was all like 'it's just work noting you should be worried about.' I thought he was only in college he never told me about a job. Then, I asked him was his job was and he told me... HE'S IN A FUCKING GANG AND SO IS ANTHONY!!"
I stood up and walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Marcia followed me. "You knew didn't you? The whole time huh?"
I Iooked at her and took a sip of my water. "Yeah, I did. At first it bothered me and then when I found out about my dad... I realized it's safer for me to be with him than to be alone in this fucking house. Marcia you can't always look at that bad in this kind of situation."
"Becca, do you realize what people do in a gang? They kill, they sell drugs, in some situations human trafficking. They're criminals. It's not safe AT ALL. I ended everything with Chris and you should do the same with Anthony. I'm not trying to be sel-"
My best friend was being absolutely selfish. I'm finally happy, and once I start being happy.. SOMETHING happens whether it's my boyfriend being in a gang or some kind of family drama. I just wanna runaway from everything and everyone.
"So what if he's in a gang Marcia! That doesn't change my feelings for him" I said in anger, as my best friend and I argued back and forth.
"I just don't want you to get hurt, mentally or physically Becca". I glared at Marcia with anger filled eyes and hatred blazing all through my body.
I wish she'd be happy for me, and not act like such an uptight bitch. "I'm not going to be hurt. He'll protect me. It's better than being alone. Hell. My father is probably wanted by every mafia in the world by now. So, what's better being alone and in danger or being safe with the person I love? You know what don't answer that."
I took another sip of my water. "Anyone who's associated with me is more than likely in danger. I suggest you make things work with Chris before you get hurt. Now, get out of my house and don't come back til you make up your mind. Toodles."
She walked out of my house before she could say anything else. She knows I'm happy, and for her to talk in here trying to change my mind about my relationship.. It breaks my heart. My only best friend in California actually, the whole United States and she can't even be acceptant of the situation currently happening. I'm lonely and she knows that.
Chris's P.O.V
"Yeah she had no clue and when I told her, she just told me to "get the fuck out of her house." I'm fucked Anthony help me."
For the last half hour I've been sitting on Anthony's couch getting high and explaining the whole 'Marcia' situation or whatever the fuck you wanna call it.
I'm not gonna lie. I had feelings for Becca I wish I could have made her mine. But, when I knew my brother had already claimed her I moved the next best thing... Her best friend Marcia. She's pretty chill. When she wasn't hanging out with Becca we'd be together.
I took her on dates, to he movies, out to eat, the beach. We'd been hanging out every weekend for the last month and a half. I was starting to develop feelings her. I pretty sure I have feelings for her.
I wish she wouldn't have reacted the way she did. Besides that, I thought she knew since Becca is her best friend after all.
"Chris I've told you once and I'll tell you again. DON'T TELL PEOPLE ABOUT THE MAFIA UNLESS YOU TRUST THEM. Or.. you just so happen to be in a committed relationship. Do I make myself clear. I don't wanna kill anyone of Becca's friends just because they happen to be blabbing their mouth about the mafia, that's including Elijah and Liam. Speaking of Elijah. How is he doing?"
It's been almost a week since Anthony shot Elijah in the legs. "He's gonna make a full recovery. He might leave the mafia. I mean after all it wouldn't matter, he's just middle man. We have plenty of those."
"Yeah but, if he leaves and tells other people bout what happens in the Mafia there could be war. I mean after the Italian Mafia and Spanish Mafia are about to be at war, y'know cause they stole are fucking shipment."
"By the way, Becca's dad he's second in command and he works for Giovanni. Can you believe that?" Anthony stared at me wided eyes in disbelief.
"How'd you find that out?"
"The branch up north has been keeping their eyes on them for the past two weeks."
"And dad knows?"
"Yeah he told me. Remember when you told me to call him about Becca's dad? That's when he told me."
"Shit, bro I don't know what to do with Becca. I don't wanna leave her and o don't want her to be in danger."
"Look Anthony think about it this way. She had no idea what or who her father is working for.. don't blame her. Keep her safe. Love her. I can tell you have deep feelings for her."
"Thanks bro. Go to Marcia. Get her back."
"I will. I can't. I kinda have no choice." I stood up and left out of his front door.
I have to get my girl back.$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
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