falling in love with the enemy [z.m. love story/au]

Mari DeSanta and Zayn Malik. Both involved in the gang life in which their parents led. The DeSanta's and the Malik's are the two most powerful gangs in Jersey, both involved in the same line of work-the drug business. A rivalry was formed between the two families years ago. But what happens when both leaders of each gang die? Their children become leaders and continue their family legacy. Mari is just a 21 years old, wishing she could escape the gang life. But, she cannot leave her older brother Will behind who is trying to avenge their parents' deaths. Zayn who is 22, wishes to avenge his parents' deaths as well. But, what happens when both sides blame each other for the murdering of their loved ones? Bad things. But what they don't know is that there's an even darker force out there, watching their every move...And to make it a whole lot better, what happens when Mari lays eyes on Zayn and can't seem to forget about him? Read and find out! Copyright © 2013 Kayla S.


12. Chapter 12.

Will's POV

        I park my car in front of the gated house.

        Ha, this is it.

        I hop out of my car and walk towards the gate. I open it and it makes a small noise. I creep up the porch and ring the doorbell and hear little footsteps coming towards the door. The door opens, revealing two girls.

         "Hello?" I hear a voice say.

         I look at the girl in front of me with long black hair.

         Yep. Those are Malik's sisters alright.

         "Uhh yeah, I'm a friend of your brothers. He wanted me to stop by and bring you something," I reply.

         One girl looks about 17. A few years younger than Mari. The other girl looks a tad younger than the other one. The older one looks at me emotionless and eventually steps aside so I can come inside.

         It worked.

         "Thank you," I say before stepping inside and shutting the door behind me.


         I throw both girls over my shoulder and take them to the car. I set them in the back and they bend slightly to the side. I close the door and hop in the front seat.

         Isn't there supposed to be 3 of them?

         Oh fucking well.

         They should wake up in a couple hours. It's only chloroform. I start the car and drive away from the house. I feel a smirk spread across my face.

         Zayn's gonna be fucking pissed when he finds out.

         But what can I say? He shouldn't have fucked with me and my family.

         I press on the gas a little more and begin to speed through the streets of London. I need to make it back to this house I'm renting.

         Minutes later I pull up into the driveway of the large house. A few of my guys are waiting for me as I hop out the car.

         "Grab them," I demand.

         They all nod their heads in approval and open the back doors.

         I walk inside of the house and take in it's Victorian décor.

         I head up that staircase and up into my bedroom.

         I pack up all of my things and place them in my suitcase.

         Tomorrow morning, I'll be back in the US.

Doniya's POV (Zayn's Older Sister)

         I pull out my key and place it into the lock. I turn it and it makes a small clicking noise.

         My grandparents aren't here right now. They took a little trip together. How cute...

         I take a deep breath as I step inside,  soaking in the feeling of being warm again.

        I hope to hear movement from upstairs. But, I don't.

         It's very quiet in here. Too quiet.
         "Waliyha? Safaa?" I shout. I hear my voice echo throughout our large house and I receive no response.

         I walk into the kitchen expecting to see my sisters sitting down. But they aren't.

         I look towards the counter and an envelope catches my eye. It is white and is laced with gold. There's no writing at all on it. I slowly open it and find a sheet of paper folded in half inside. I open the paper and begin to read the letter inside:


         Yeah, they are gone. Both of them. Sorry.

         The DeSanta's have them, specifically Will.

         They are going to the US tomorrow.

         So I advise that you leave right now. Go and get Zayn.

         You're welcome. xx


         The DeSanta's have my sisters.



        "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" I scream.

         I quickly run upstairs and pull a bag out of my closet. I start stuffing random clothes in there and eventually zip it up. I run down to the basement with my bag on my arm. I open up the safe downstairs and pull out my money.

         $5000 should be enough.

         I quickly close the vault and run back upstairs. I grab my car keys and run out to the car.

         I only left for a couple hours and this is what I return to.

         My sisters are gone.

         I run out of the house with my purple coat on making sure not to slip on any patches of ice. It's snowing like crazy outside.

         I hop into my car and start it. I immediately stomp on the gas and see the house fade into the distance.

         I need to get to the airport.

         While speeding past several cars, I receive honks  and I hear a couple people call me a dumbass. In return, I give them a fake ass smile and flick them off.


         I clench my jaw and feel my anger boiling inside of me.

         Fucking DeSanta's. They destroyed my family. They fucking destroyed it. They are the reason why I haven't seen my brother in the past 9 years. They are the reason why we have to live out in hiding. All because of them...


         I make it to the ticket booth and buy my tickets with the cash I have.

         One ticket to New Jersey.

         I run to the security checkpoints and make it through those without any hassle. I run towards the terminal because it is about to leave in 5 minutes. I hand my ticket to the flight attendant and she gives me a small smile. I board the plane and sit in my seat. Then a thought hits me.


         Hours from now I will be seeing my brother who I haven't seen in almost 5 years. I wonder if he looks any different or is he the same Zayn that I saw years ago?

         Part of me is anxious to see him and the other part is kinda angry. I've only talked to him about 4 times in the past 5 years. He hasn't really even attempted to reach out for us. His blood.

         I bite my lip nervously as the plane begins to rise off the ground. The last time I was on a plane was when my parents died. All my emotions from that day come back and hit me. I find my eyes begin to water and I bite my lip even harder in an attempt to hold back my tears.

         I feel a pair of eyes burning holes into me. I look to the right of me and find a woman with sunglasses on just staring at me with a solid face. She looked very petite with black-brown hair.

         Why the hell is she wearing sunglasses? It's fucking snowing outside.

         I turn my attention away from the woman, but I still feel her starring at me.

         "Can I help you?" I growl through my teeth.

         The woman turns her head away and I sigh in relief. I turn my attention back to the window and watch as the plane flies through the clouds.

         Out of the corner of my eye I see the lady have a smirk spread across her face.

         "Fucking creep," I whisper.

         "We have now reached an altitude of 40,000 feet," the pilot says over the speaker. "We should be arriving in New Jersey in about 6 hours. Just sit back and enjoy your flight."

        I feel the lady continuing to stare at me and I try to ignore her annoying glare.

        What the fuck is her problem?

         I lay my head back against the seat and take a deep breathe.

         See you soon little bro.

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