a mafia story

jax smith

I've now been home for about a week and everything seems fine. We found out that the people that took me are from the mafia that killed polly and mom. I cant wait until I can start training again. Since my foot is all messed up I'm not supposed to be on it but I never listen.

"Makayla, get your ass in my office" dads voice screamed through the house.
"Fine" I yell back. He may have changed but he's still just as bossy.
I slowly make my way down the hall. Limping because of my foot.
I walk into his office.
"Yes, father?" I ask
"I know your still healing but I need you to start training again" he pionts at a hot looking man in a black t-shirt. "This is jax he will be your body guard. He will also help u train"
"But dad, I don't need a body guard..." I try to convince him.
"To bad, just do as I say" he says to me.
"But dad.." He cuts me off. "No buts makayla, YOU WILL HAVE A BODY GUARD!" His voice now growing angry.

"I'll let you guys get to know eachother" he walks out of the room.

"Hello" jax says. "I'm jax smith, I guess we will be spending a lot of time together, maybe we can be friends?" I snap back and say "no, you will be my guard,  nothing else, you are not my friend, we will never be friends. Not to mention if you double cross us I will hunt you down and kill you..."
"Okay, okay I get it" he puts his hands up and says it with a smerk on his face.
"Anyway, like dad said I better go to the training room." I limp out into the hall.
Jax runs after me. " whoa there, take it easy" "I'll be fine." I push him out of the way. "Fine" he says and he follows me to the workout room.
Since I couldn't really do anything I just sat there. I did lift a few weights but thats about it. "You look bored" he says to me with a smile. "Well I cant really do anything" I say back not make eye contact. "Why don't we go out for lunch or something?" He asks me. "Sure, I would love that." I'm now looking deep into his eyes.

At the diner

"So how old are you?" I ask him, I know I said I don't want to be friends but I cant help but feel a conection with him.
"I'm 21" he relpys back. "Oh okay that's two years older than me." I say. "Yeah" he says. "How did my father find out about you?" I ask. "I've known him since I was about 13, my dad knows him." He now looks a little sad. "What's wrong?" I ask. "My dads dead, your dad is now the only father figure I have." He says as his eyes fill with tears. "Omg, I'm so sorry." I say, I'm not really sure how to react to that. I've never been a real emotional person. "Its fine." He wipes his face." Anyway we should get going." I don't say anytbing and we leave.

Jax smith; 21 years old, smart, kind, body guard. (Mr.blacks dead friends son.)