The Mob Princess

You have to trust me

I sat on the bed I'm stuck here in the middle of Boston somewhere away from all my friends my father with this guy I don't even know because my father thinks I need protection which is bullshit. Joe I'm not going to lie is definitely cute. He is my type with his brown hair and he had amazing blue eyes. I go to grab my cell phone out of my purse forgetting for a minute my father had taken it before I left. I began hanging my clothes in the closet when there was a knock on the door
"Brooklyn"
"What do you want"
"I'm ordering pizza are you hungry"

I actually really was but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of saying it.

"Leave me alone"
"Brooklyn if this is ever going to work you are going to have to trust me"
"I said leave me alone"
With a sigh Joe headed back into the living room. I was 11 when the bedroom door clicked open. I walked out in shorts and a tee shirt and seen Joe sitting on the couch watching a movie pizza box on the coffee table in from of him.
"Hey"
"Yes"
"Can I come out the room"
"You can go wherever you want you just can't leave the house without me"

I sat in the chair and it was a tense to say the least.
"You hungry"
"Kinda"
"Pizza in front of you"
"Thanks"
I grabbed a slice bringing it to my lips. I sat quietly in the living room not wanting to talk to this guy but not wanting to be locked in the bedroom either. I was 1 when Joe stretches and turned out the TV
" it's getting late better turn in"
I walked over to my room and he walks to his
"Well if you need me this is my room"
"Thank you"
I walked in closing the door. As I laid staring at the ceiling I can't help but to think how screwed up my life is. I have no idea what time I actually fell asleep. I was woken by the sudden shattering of glass. Joe runs in 45 in his hand
"Brooklyn"
"Joe"
"Stay here don't move, Duke here watch"

With a cock of the gun Joe steps out checking the house and the grounds outside before coming back in. My body shakes as I look to see the shattered glass and the brick that laid on the floor. Duke standing guard at the door. It was 15 minutes before the door opened,
"Brooklyn, you ok"
"What..what was that"
"Best guess they found you already"
"What do you mean they found me"
"Your father really didn't tell you"
"Tell me what, he just being over protective"
"No he isn't you have someone trying to kill you"
"Excuse me"
"The car was only one thing, that's why your here that's why your in my protection"
"Come on you can stay in my room, I'll take the couch after I clean this up"
I walked into his room across the hall still shaken of what just accured. I watched through the doorway as he cleaned up all the shattered glass from the window, he really doesn't seem like a bad guy I just really didn't feel like I need protection. He walked in a few minutes later.
"You ok"
"I think so"
"Well I'm going to check the outside one more time and hit the sofa."
"Duke stay"

I curled up into his bed it smelled so good if this is what he smells like I'm in trouble. It seemed like forever but finally I had fallen asleep.

It was 3 when I slid off the couch and quitely opened my door Duke laid at the end of the bed watching her. She is difficult to say the least but at the same time I think there is a soft side there she just doesn't want it to be seen. I need her to quit being difficult and trust me so I can keep her safe. I finally managed to fall asleep I really don't even know what time it was. I was woken up by screams coming from my room and my heart dropped. I jump off the couch grabbing my gun and kick in the door. There she was tossing and turning in her sleep, I knelt down next to the bed
"Brooklyn...Brooklyn wake up"
She continued to toss and turn
"Brooklyn it's Joe wake up"
She shot up in bed and screamed
"No don't leave me alone"
She lept into my arms burying her face in my shoulder.

I don't exactly remember what the dream was about only thing  I remember is waking up and I was in Joe's arms. It instantly seemed to calm me and for some reason there was feelings stirring in me being in his arms I just don't understand it.
"Brooklyn it's ok it was just a dream"
"Joe.."
"Your safe Brooklyn I won't let you get hurt"

She released her grip around my neck and slid back into the bed against the pillow. I stood up and her hand grabbed my wrist,
"Joe don't leave please"
"I think it be better"
"I won't be difficult please I don't want to be alone"
"Just till you fall back to sleep"

He pulled up a chair next to the bed promising me he would stay till I had fallen asleep. I was so shaken up I don't even know if it be possible. I felt safe when I was in his arms but he is my bodyguard, I'm a client to him a check once this job is done we're done. I don't know why I'm feeling this way maybe it was what Just happened maybe it was my father never even told me that someone was out to hurt me just shipped me off and Joe is the one that is made to make sure I'm safe.

It was 9 when I walked out of the room Joe sat at the kitchen table coffee cup on the table infront of him, he looked exhausted. He looked up
"Morning"
"Joe"
"Coffee on the counter"
"What was that last night"
"Brooklyn that I think was a message to you letting you know they know how to find you"
"So someone is trying to really hurt me aren't they"
"Yes and I can't protect you like this"
"You being difficult wanting it your way. It's not going to work, I need you to trust me listen to me it could be a matter of your life or death Brooklyn"
"First off I'm not difficult"
"Excuse me"
"Maybe I am but I don't know how to take orders"
"I'm not giving you orders I'm trying to keep you alive and if you don't listen to me when I say something or don't trust me it may end up costing both of us our life's. I get our lifestyles are different let me find out who is doing this and do what I gotta do and we'll be done never have to see eachother again."

Never see him again I don't know how I feel about that part of me just wants my life back and the other part of me just I don't know sees something in him, I don't know what it is just something I want to know more about.