Isabel Mendez was about to turn 21 yrs old. Instead of celebrating her milestone with a party or going out with her friends like most young adults, she is seeking food and shelter instead. Abused and molested numerous times by her neglectful mother's two boyfriends, she runs away hitting the streets of Dorchester in Boston, MA. Learning to fend for herself she lands various jobs to survive even if it could land her in jail. Aiden and Brayden O'Brien are twin brothers who are well known among the city of Boston. With their affiliation to the Irish mob because of their grandfather and father, they pretty much own the city, including restaurants, a construction and development firm and an Import & Export company which is one of the biggest one in the country. Though they were raised in the mob mentality, they both keep their noses clean, at least they try too. What happens when these brothers intervene in Isabel's life practically saving her? Will she thank them for their help or do what she does best...run away? "Isabel, why can't you let us help you? Must you always find something wrong with everyone who tries to do so?" Aiden screams frustrated. "Yes!" she screams back. "Why?" I ask cautiously. "Because. I don't trust anyone. Every time I have I was let down, hit or taken advantage off. Why should you both be any different?" We both looked at each other and sighed taking a step closer to her. "We are not them Isabel and sooner or later you are going to have to let someone take care of you. We want to be the ones too. Please let us. We want you, in every way." Aiden grabs her hand pulling her over to them. "We want all of you, give us a chance to show you that you can be loved." I whispered in her ear sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't say no, knowing that if she ran we would find her. We always did. We put our claim on her. We put the word out that anyone who looks or touches her is a dead man. She's our possession now.

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

[Completed] • Zayn Malik. Everyone knows him in Bradford High school. He's the school bad boy. Every girl in school practically throw themselves on him. But he has his eye on a blond hair blue eyed boy named Niall Horan. Niall horan is the smartest boy in the school. He is also very adorable with white milky skin, with the Blues eyes you will ever see, always has a little faint blush in his cheeks and a hell of an appetite! No one know he likes him other than his best mate Louis Tomlinson. See here Zayn is failing Math. So his math teacher Mr.Bryson makes Zayn go to the library after school for a tutor. Zayn tries to skip the tutoring but his best mate says otherwise and forces him to go the the library after school. Zayn goes to the library after school to see none other than Niall Horan. "Oh, this is going to be good." Zayn whispers to himself. Copyright © ZiallSmut, 2013