Half Of The Mafia Man (COMPLETED)

Chapter 8*

Ubuntu
(n.) what makes one human; humanity.

Willow’s POV

“Willow?” I opened my eyes and looked at the person above me, it was Jace.

“What happened?” I asked as I felt a migraine forming from the back of my head. I touched my forehead and retreated my hand with my blood. Who the hell was that?

“I should be asking you that,” Jace said, and I shook my head, resting my head back on the pillow. It was almost dark outside; I sighed and watched him staring at me. I sighed again and closed my eyes.

“Where is everyone?” I asked and he stood up and I heard the glass door shut close. The bed dipped and a hand rested on top of mine.

“Sean is not here. He had a meeting with Lawrence, and his third in command went with him. The girls went shopping so it’s just me and you,” I nodded and sat straight. Jace looked into my eyes and I saw lust plastered all over his face.

“Can you excuse me?” I asked and he nodded his head and got out. I walked to the balcony and looked for the small bottle.

I couldn’t find it anywhere, I saw pieces of glass shards. I bent down to touch them, some of them had blood on the. Mine, I guess. I saw a pair of glasses under my bed, I crawled toward them and picked them up.

I sat on the bed and examined them. I was about to put them on my eyes when I heard some noise from downstairs. I walked out and found Sean’s girlfriend and her friend rummaging through the living room.

“Are you sure you put them here?” Bradley’s girlfriend asked and Sean’s girlfriend looked at her then at me. Her eyes went wide before she walked toward me.

“You took them, didn’t you?” she asked and grabbed my wrist.

“What are you talking about?” I asked and she turned to me. She looked pretty pissed as she got chest to chest with me. I pulled my hand out of hers and walked to the kitchen. I took a bottle of juice and stared at her, she walked toward me and slapped the bottle out of my hand, it fell to the floor and she glared into my eyes.

“You know what I’m talking about,” she said and she pulled the knife from its holder, she brought it closer to my face in hopes of scaring me. I stared at her and she brought it even closer.

“If you keep pointing that thing at me then I won’t be held responsible for what I do in temptation.”

“Excuse me?” she asked and I stared at the shiny knife in her hand.

“Move that thing from my face, the road to temptation is very short,” I told her and she got closer to me. I felt like snapping her neck into two as she placed the knife on the base of my neck. She started slowly pressing the knife on my skin, and it hurt like hell. I stepped back and she smiled at the small cut she did on my skin. I slapped her and her head craned to the side, I yanked the knife from her and gave her a small cut on her thigh but just big for her to bleed. She let out a scream and bent down to cover her wounded thighs.

“What is going on here?” I looked toward Sean and rolled my eyes, placing the knife on the island and walking to the bedroom. I went to the bathroom and looked for a Band-Aid. I found it and plastered it on the scar. My skin looked hideous, like tons of acid were thrown on me.