Fall for the Mafia King

Who's Marcos?

Zarah's pov

I feel like I am going to burst with all this anger building up inside me. Who is Marcos? Why is Zain so bothered by him? And why does Zain think I have something to do with him?

I just sat there on my bed thinking about it and trying to figure out who Marcos is. It got so frustrating that i just gave up and started thinking about how the hell i was going to find out the day of the security maintenance.

I heard a knock on the door. I didn't want to talk to anyone but decided to answer anyway.

"Who is it?"

"Catalina. Can we talk?" Catalina? What would she want to talk about?

"Yeah sure. Come in."

"Hey. How are you? I heard the argument downstairs." I didn't want anyone to know how I actually feel, but right now I needed someone to lean on and Catalina became more than a friend to me. Talking to her felt exactly like talking to my fallen sister and that was what Catalina had become. My sister.

I started to cry and through my sobs I said, "I don't know... w...w..what I did. And ... Who the hell is m...m...Marcos?"

"Oh my god..." She hugs me to calm me down and then continued.

"It's okay. Calm down. He's that dipshit you saw the other day. The one I sadly have to call my half brother." she said, her voice laced with hate for Marcos.

"So why is Zain being such a prick? I didn't do anything wrong." My chest started to tighten...Why do I feel this way? I'm so weak.

"I don't know Bebe...Did you talk to him or anything?..." I thought about everything that happened recently and remembered something. Oh shit! He probably only saw Marcos pin me to the wall that day.

"...I think I know why..." As I retold the memory of what happened that day, I couldn't help but feel sad because of all the things Zain thinks i am right now. I will be out of here sooner than anyone can even think.

"It's okay...everything is going to be okay...Oh and Monday there is no training because we are changing the security system so just relax for a couple days, okay?" Catalina said, not knowing how much that just helped me.

"Okay, thanks."

"Good night love."

"Good night Cat." As soon as she locked the door and I heard her footsteps fade away, I called my brother.

"Hey sis. Did you find out when the security system changes?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I did." I made sure that my voice wasn't too loud even though i was inside the walk in wardrobe with the door closed.

"That was fast. Great job sis."

"Thanks. I did get trained by the best."

"Aw, thanks sis...well, when is it?"

"It's on Monday."

"Well, it's Friday today so are you okay with waiting for a couple of days?"

"Yes, of course. And...thank you big bro."

"No worries, little sis." He ended the call and I walked out of the closet and got into my bed...Yes! In three days I will be out of here!

And with that, I fell into a deep sleep.

Zain's pov

That stupid bitch trying to act innocent like 'no guy can touch me, i'm that special'. Ugh pft. Well F***** Marcos can!!!!

In the middle of my internal outburst, I heard Catalina yell, "ZAIN MATTEO GONZALES! Why are you such a dick?!!!"

"What did I do now?!! I am not in the mood for your shit!"

"Zara is crying her eyes out because of you. Fucking dick head. She acts strong in front of you because, guess what? You are a fucking dick head?"

"What the fuck do you mean? She's the one trying to get in Marcos' pants, that fucking sl*t!"

"Oh shut up. You're a fucking dick head, you know that? She told me what actually happened. He tried to pin her to the wall."

"Yeah and she let him fucking touch her. That bitch said on one can. Fuck! I controlled myself. Just for her. And she lets him touch her with just a hi...Sl*t"

"LET ME FINISH! You fucking jealous cunt. He tried getting into her pants. He was about to tell her his name and she cut him off and said she doesn't care about him. She got away from him and was so happy to see you because she thought you would protect her from that pedophile. But you just had to be a dick and brush her off!! He could've raped her!! And that's also why she didn't know who Marcos was when you mentioned him."

"No. That couldn't be true. I saw him touch her. She didn't even look scared." What if it is true? What am I supposed to do then? I really stuffed up...

"That's because she did the smart thing and didn't show her emotions to Marcos. Why else would she be relieved to see you standing there?"

"Oh shit...I really did fuck that up...Well...What do I do now?"

"Make it up to her, dick head."

"Okay, okay, enough with the dick head...I will try."

"You better. I don't want to lose another friend because of you. Good night."

"Night cat." Damn I am such a dick. Why would I react like that to her? I can't believe I made her cry.

I felt like shit so I decided to go and check on her. Hopefully she will talk to me. I got to her door as quickly as I could, skipping every second step as I was going up the stairs. When I got there, I knocked on the door and waited for her answer.

I gave it about five seconds, then I checked if the door was locked. It wasn't.

I walked in without any warning and saw her lying on the bed, sound asleep, wearing silk shorts, so short you could see a bit of her ass and her thick thighs were exposed. Her shirt was a v neck which was cut so low, her cleavage was exposed. Her long, curly brown hair was cascading around her and was all over the pillows. She looked so fucking beautiful.

I felt my pants getting tighter.

Then I remembered, shit! I'm here with my jaw on the floor, and she's laying there exposed. I'm not supposed to see her without her hijab. I shouldn't have walked in without hearing her answer.

...Shit! Shit! Shit! I picked my jaw up off the floor and walked outside the door, but just before I closed it, I took one last glance at her. I couldn't look away. She is just so beautiful. But for her, I have to. I quietly closed the door and went to my room.

All I could think about was touching her. If only I was allowed to.

I need to make her mine.

Wait, no. She is mine.

If anyone so much as looks at her, I will kill them immediately, especially if it's Marcos.

She's mine. And only mine.