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.


15. Chapter 15.

Zayn's POV

         "What the fuck is your problem Doniya?" I shout at her.

         Doniya walks closer to me and clenches her jaw. "Oh, I don't know Zayn," she says before raising her arms in the air. "Our sisters were fucking kidnapped for what I thought was for no reason at all. But it turns out that it was because you have fucking DeSanta's sister living under your fucking roof!"

         "She's only here because I wanted to figure out who killed our parents Doniya!" I shout.

         Doniya freezes and looks at me. "THEY FUCKING KILLED OUR PARENTS!" she shouts.

         "No they didn't," I reply.

         "Well then who the fuck did Zayn?!"

         "I don't know," I mumble.

         Doniya sighs and brushes her hair away from her face. "What the fuck do you mean you don't know?!"

         "Well the DeSanta's didn't kill our parents."

         "What evidence do you have to prove that they didn't kill mom and dad huh?!"

         I run my hand through my hair and then look at my sister again. "Because Mari's parents are dead too."

         "What?!" Doniya shouts. "That's fucking impossible!"

         "No it isn't I'm afraid. They were killed almost the very same days as our parents died." Doniya sighs and starts to walk back and forth in the room. "But I think the same person killed both of our parents."

         "Well we need to find whoever the fuck did it Zayn...because they need to pay for what they did. For tearing our whole fucking family apart," I see her eyes start to water and she is struggling to hold her tears back. "They are the reason why I haven't seen you in the past fucking 5 years. They are the reason why I can't go anywhere without being paranoid. I feel like I'm being watched all the time Zayn...and...I-I can't live this way anymore Zayn."

         "You're gonna be safe here Doniya. I promise." Doniya walks over to me and hugs me. I hear her silently sob into my jacket. A couple seconds later she pulls away and wipes her tears away.

         "I'm fine," she says. "I'm just a little stressed out that's all. I need to go lie down." Doniya starts to walk away from me and I hear her sniffle as she heads up the stairs.

         I sit down at the kitchen table and the lads come back in.

         "Are you okay mate?" Harry asks before placing a hand on my shoulder.

          "Yeah I'm fine," I lied. "Just fantastic."

         I walk over to the fridge and pull out a beer.

         It's probably too early for this, but I don't give a shit. I need one.

         I head up the stairs to my office. I walk out to the balcony and the cold air fills my lungs instantly. I pull out a pack of cigarettes and take one out. I light the cigarette and place it in between my lips, inhaling the smoke and I feel relieved.

         But, no number of cigarettes could take away this guilty feeling that I have right now...

         I'm a terrible brother.

Mari's POV

         I hear footsteps coming near me as I am still sitting on the floor crying. I quickly wipe away my tears and before I get the chance to stand up, the door opens and slams into my back.

         "What the fuck?" I say before rubbing my back in pain. Doniya walks in without even acknowledging my presence. Her face is completely solid, emotionless. From this angle, she looks just like Zayn. It's kinda creepy.

         "Get out," she says before plopping on my-well I guess it's not mine anymore.

         "You don't have to be so fucking rude," I hiss at her.

         Doniya sticks her bottom lip out at me and then laugh. "Boo hoo," she says. "Someone's a little soft aren't they."

         That's it.

         I've had it.

         "You don't have to be such a fucking bitch!" I shout. "I haven't done shit to you and I've only known who you are for a few hours now. I'm already tired of your fucking shit."

         Doniya stands up and walks over to me. She is standing directly in my face right now with her eyes full of anger.

         "Well sorry sweetheart, but you're gonna have to get used to it. I don't plan on leaving anytime soon."

         "Too bad I don't plan on leaving soon either."

         Doniya laughs at me right in my face. "Ha, you think you are gonna stay here forever don't you?" she says before laughing again. "Zayn is just using you to get what he wants. He wants to kill your brother."

         Her words shock me and my breath hitches in my throat. "Zayn's not gonna kill Will," I say through my teeth.

         "Are you sure about that? I know my brother. More than you do. You're lucky that I haven't killed you yet," she says before walking to the bed again. She carefully sits down and starts picking at her nails. "I know your family killed my parents."

         "NO THEY FUCKING DIDN'T!" I shout.

 "I don't trust you or your fucking family," she spits at me, venom dripping off of each of her words. "If you fucking set any of us up, I will fucking kill you myself and I will let you watch." Her eyes are a dark brown now and it's very creepy. "Now go," she says in a softer tone. "I'm done fucking talking to you."

         She thinks she can talk to me just any type of way.

         "Adios bitch," I say before flicking her off. I half expect to hear her footsteps coming after me. But, all I hear is her snickering behind me.


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