Billionaire Mafia

Without You

Kylie's POV:

How would you feel if you seen the love of your life on a machine to keep their heart beating? How would you feel watching them going in and out of surgery. Three bullets. All three in his back. Hurts my fucking soul.

Andre came to comfort me. I told him about everything he told me. He proposed and promised he would come back. And he didn't. It hurt so bad. I wanted to run away from everything, come back, and know everything was ok. Everyone in the house kept to themselves including me. We were grieving. There were no laughs, talking, music, nothing. We were all training, going to work, and coming home. I decided to stay at the house for a while. At least until I never everyone was better.

Every night, I slept in his bed. The smell of him stayed in his room and it comforted me. I felt like he was still with me, holding me. Then I would wake up in an empty bed. Crying. Remembering what happened. Remembering what they took from me. My own soulmate. The person I've feel deeply in love with.

You know, after the performance wasn't the first time he spoke to me since I had got back. He sent me a voice message before I got on the plane. He said:

Me physically hurting you was a huge mistake Kylie. That shit hunts me till this day. The truth is, I let a lot of lovey dovey shit pass and I didn't like it. I didn't want to appear weak. Like I let everyone in my closed circle. And you were getting too close. That doesn't excuse what I did to try and stop it though. I'm truly sorry. If I could, I would take back absolutely everything I did to hurt you. But I know I can't. I don't expect sympathy or forgiveness. I just want you to know the reasons behind my actions and my promise not to do it again. I promise I won't.

He said he promised. I always knew Antonio as the kind to keep his promises. And he didn't keep one. He didn't come back to me like he said he would. I wanted so bad to hate him for that but I couldn't. I can't blame him for trying to avenge his sister.

My sleep never got better. I always woke up around around 3 in the morning. I walked onto the balcony and looked at the city lights. Then cry softly. I hated the feeling of losing someone I loved. Just thinking about his lifeless body. Him choking on his blood trying to speak to me. Desperate looking eyes. And me not being able to help him. I hated myself for that. I wanted to help him so bad but I couldn't. I thought about it every second of the day. I seen a tear drop out of his eye. I was the last person he seen before leaving.

I know you've heard me talk about love many times. It's true. I do love Antonio. More than anything in the world I love him. Why? You may ask. I love Antonio because he protected me and took care of me. Believe it or not, Andre told me he could've killed me plenty of times. He told me that Antonio would've pulled the trigger on me way fast if he wanted me dead. He pulled it fast on Janet without any hesitation. If he wanted me to learn a lesson, it would've been worse torture. But his dominance took over. He didn't know how to respond to his feelings. I'm not saying that what he did to me was ok but I understand why.

I forgave my mom. But I never understood what I did wrong for her to hurt me. She always said I was the reason why her life went to shit and why my father left and died. She always brought men to the house who would hit on me. Then she would blame me for making them leave. All because I would stick up for myself. I'll be honest. I tracked down and killed each and every single one of those men who harassed me. My mother got so scared and thought I was out of control so she hid from me. I haven't seen her in a long time. I think about her at times. I don't love her, but I don't hate her.

I was in the kitchen making coffee and I felt someone put their hand on my shoulder. I turned and seen Emily. I smiled at her and we hugged for a while.

"The gang wants to go shopping. Do you want so come with?" She asked smiling sweetly.

"Oh of course-," I was interrupted by me and Emily's phone ringing.

We looked at the text and seen that Andre called in a meeting. Emily and I looked confused for a split moment then I grabbed my keys. "I'll tell them I'm riding with you." Emily said while texting.

Emily and I walked in and sat by each other. We waited with Andre for a good 5 minutes before the rest of the gang came inside. Andre sighed and looked a bit frustrated.

"Antonio's health is declining a bit. So we need to announce the person taking over." He said with a sad voice.

"This can't be happening. I can't lose him. T-There must be something we can do." I said with a soft voice.

Emily patted my shoulder and Andre looked at me with concerned eyes.

"This may come as a shock but rules are rules. His wife must take over." He said and cleared his throat.

"Wife? Antonio hasn't been seeing anyone though," Rico said confused.

"Right. Him and Kylie are divorced so I'm confused." Tanner said.

"Well I don't know if you guys know but Antonio proposed to Kylie the day he got shot. Fiancé is the closest to a wife. Therefore...."

Kylie is the new leader of The Turks

End of Chapter