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Nineteen: Being delusional
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Mafia's Little Pearl Chapter Twenty: Make him Jealous
I sat on the chair at the countertops at the bar downing alcohol. I hated this feeling. I wanted to be the one on Saint's thighs and have his hands deep in my dress. I hated that he was with her and I hated that it felt like I was trying too hard. I hated the jealousy that burned in my heart with rage at just the thought of her and him together. Just the other day, he had called me his woman and was angry that I got hurt and then what now? He was acting differently?I scoffed. I took more gulps of the alcohol, scanning the room. It was of no use sitting around and getting angry over him when in fact I could do exactly what he was doing. We weren't together of course and it meant I could do whatever with whomever I wanted. I was prepared to go wild and of course, make him fucking jealous as well. If he was playing games with me, then he wasn't the only one who knew how to play them. I was going to make him jealous and get a reaction out of him. If that was what he wanted. I took a l
Mafia's Little Pearl Twenty one: I own you
Baby girl? That was the first time he was calling me that. He stepped closer towards me making me take a step backwards as well. "Got some cheap ass dude to make out with right?" He asked, the anger in his eyes becoming less obvious. I swallowed hard without saying anything, just watching him all through. "You know sweetie, I hate people touching what I own."He said as he stepped closer once more and before I knew it, my back was pressed against the wall. He smirked at this as he stepped closer again, looking down at my face as he towered over me, leaving just a little space between us. His arms were on both sides of the wall trapping me in between them while he watched as my breath increased with nervousness and a little excitement. He then ran a little finger trail from my chin, stopping briefly on my lips and then down to my cleavage. "You were trying to be rebellious, weren't you? Huh?" "I wasn't." I lied, in the most quiet voice I could use. Almost whispering. "Liar." He
Mafia's Little Pearl Twenty two: Talk with Marcel/ Dead hole
I stared at my phone shocked and dumbfounded as the text with his name stayed on my screen. Marcel? Finally appearances out of nowhere? Before I could think further, he texted again, 'Don't let anybody know I'm texting you. Most especially, Saint'.I looked around and saw CJ waiting to take me home. How in the wild world did Marcel even know Saint had me? Just how? I texted him back telling him let's talk when it's safe and then left with CJ for the house. All through the ride back, I just kept wondering where Marcel was, how he had been holding up if he knew two gangs of men were looking for him and even most importantly if he knew his dad was dead. It was a whole lot to think about and I just couldn't wait to talk to him. We finally reached the house and I scurried inside with only the thought of Marcel in my head. Once I was in my room, I shut the door and immediately dialled the number. After a few rings, he picked up. "Jade?" His voice made me almost teary as I heard it. I h
Mafia's Little Pearl Twenty three: I'm done punishing you
What the fuck were you doing down here Jade?" He asked again when I didn't reply the first time. I stared at him, unable to say anything. The scene of him pulling the trigger and watching the man go instantly lifeless kept on replaying in my head. I shook my head at him, looking away. Whatever it was he wanted to do, I was going to let him do it. I had come to see him because I had missed him but If I wasn't going to leave here alive, I didn't think I cared at this moment. He had the sleeves of his black shirt loosely rolled up and I could get a glimpse of the writing on his left arm which I had seen unclearly once. It was a tattoo that spelt 'survive' but was written in a stylish font that made it almost impossible to decode. He took out a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiped the top of his shoe, cleaning out the blood splatter. Then stood up and came to stand in front of me, towering over me like he did every other time. His eyes bored into mine as he took out his gun (h
Mafia's Little Pearl Twenty four: What's going on
"Fuck my life," I sighed dramatically as I hit my head continuously on the table where I was seated at. I had come in a little earlier with Saint as usual and he had gone down to the basement. The bar was yet to be opened for the day so I was seated with Betty. Her mouth fell open each time as I told her about me and Saint and what has been going on between us. After I told her about the last incident, she had gulped down all her remaining drink once and stared at me, still trying hard to believe me. She put her hand on the table, stopping me from hitting my head on it one last time and I looked up at her sulking. "Before you hit your head continuously and eventually get blood out of it, you really aren't kidding right?" She asked for the umpteenth time, her big brown eyes almost popping out of their sockets. I shook my head at her. "Nop. I'm being serious," I told her. She grinned at me widely and placed her chin on her palms, staring dreamingly into the ceiling. "I want to ima
Mafia's Little Pearl Twenty five: Suzy's apartment
I found my way to Suzy's supposed house with her address. Finally. I stood in front of the light blue building which stood out among the others. I had never been there before so it was going to be a first for me. Sprinting out of the bar, inside the taxi and as I walked to stand in front of the building, the only thing on my mind was hoping she was alright. I had continued to ring her line desperately as well as Marcel's but none of them were going through. I just hoped she was alright. Or rather, she needed to be alright. My phone rang and I checked to see it was Betty. She had probably noticed I was gone and was calling to know where I was. I slid the red button, declined the call and texted her to tell her I would call her back later. I rushed into the building and got into the elevator, pressing the button to the floor where her apartment was and waited for it to take me there. All I had to do was check on her and head back to the bar before Saint would notice I was gone als
Mafia's Little Pearl Twenty six: A bloodbath tonight
Saint's povI sat, legs crossed as my guys checked the new ammunition that had just arrived. The smoke from the cigarette in my mouth filled my lungs and the air in front of me. It was a habit at this point, a habit I didn't think I would stop ever. And it had started at a very young age, I was only surprised my lungs were not yet fried. I looked at the guy behind the counter table as he counted the ammunition and weapons carefully. My eyes caught the red vase containing the artificial flower and instantly, my mind went back to Jade. The red remained me of her silky soft hair and of course the underwear she wore the last time we were down here and I caught myself almost smiling at just the thought of that. She was upstairs at the moment, probably sitting around and I found myself checking the time, wanting to go back up there to see her. What the heck was wrong with me?The bagman leaned on the wall nearby watching my guy at the counte
Mafia's Little Pearl Twenty seven: Suzy dies
Jade's pov I opened my eyes slowly to light rays hitting them harshly, which made them hurt a little. The light came from a bulb in the ceiling which seemed to be the brightest in the room. The rest of the bulbs didn't do much justice to the room, making everywhere dim. I lay on my side, with my hands tied behind me and struggled to sit up when I observed the room to see another figure, a female too, almost in the same position as myself. I squinted, trying to make out the shape of who it was when she turned and I saw it was Suzy. Immediately, everything jogged back to me. How I ended up here and why my head hurt. "Oh my gosh, Suzy!!" I called out rushing over to where she lay, away from the bright light. She groaned before opening her eyes to look at me and I saw that her face was covered with bruises and a cut on her lips. As I remembered clearly, her face wasn't bruised before I passed out. This happened after. She sat up slowly, groaning all the more in pain while I felt tea
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