The mafia's bride (On Hold)

Prologue

April 12, 2015

"Pryor! No, stay with me baby, please don't leave me." His voice was my only salvation. So was the chain hanging outside his torn jeans. The moron had some nerves back then. Joe had told me that Jonah didn't like the gang getting him anything for his birthday, well I said otherwise. The moron pretended not to love it and threw it in his drawer the last time I saw it. I bit my bottom lip and barely kept myself from crying out to him. It was my fault after all. I let myself die. He needed me most of all yet I couldn't even be by his side now. How pathetic of me right?

 I remember how he used to think only about my body. Only about my make-up and the dresses I used to wear to impress him. Tears sprang from my eyes as blurry memories were shortly coming back to me. The blood seeped through my wound as my hands shakily rose from its position on the hard concrete. His warm glowing green eyes were dazzling even in the dark. His fair skin twinkled through the starry night. I almost forgot how gorgeous the stars can be sometimes. "Pryor look at me," he said soundly as his tears dried from his face. "I love you OK. I won't lose you like I lost...." My hand found his cheek as I smiled over his tears for me. They were being wasted on me though. I was nothing but a little kid. Always being protected by the gang because I'm small. Cause unlike my best friends I don't know the first thing about fighting. But everything leading me up to this point has prepared me for the worst. Shoot outs with other gangs, kidnappings, being held hostage once near an alley way and worst of all almost being raped. Still no matter what I had to face, we were fated to be together. No matter what my friends told me or the fact that my parents barely speak to me now, my heart was my answer. It opened up to his and I knew then that he was supposed to be mine.

So then why did things have to end like this? Why am I resting in his sweet arms looking up at the sky while barely breathing? The bullets in the side of my stomach were deep within and trust me it hurt like crap just to drop my hand down to his moist lips. I wanted to kiss him, to prove to him I loved him more than he could ever imagine but it wasn't meant to be. My hand fell from his lips, but he didn't let it fall to the ground. Instead I felt kisses all down my arm. Even now it tingled through my skin but it absolutely felt right. "I love you so much Pryor. I won't let you die." By the time he finished his sentence, I felt him reach underneath my back and scooped me up into his arms. With the blood rushing out through my head and my constant black outs, I'm surprised god didn't take my soul then. Why? Did he take pity on me for trying to stay with the man I loved? Or was this some kind of test? Well whatever it is, I won't let myself be dragged down to hell.

After all I am a queen.