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.


17. Chapter 17.

Mari's POV

         I wake up from the feeling of someone touching my hair. I look over to the left of me and see Zayn staring at me with his brown eyes with a smile spread across his face.

         "Good morning beautiful," he says before pressing a small kiss on my lips.

         "Good morning," I say before stretching.

         Suddenly, the door abruptly opens and slams against the wall revealing Doniya.

         "Get up," she says while looking at me and Zayn.

         Zayn looks towards the door and his eyes turn dark as he watches the door hanging from one of its hinges. "Why the fuck did you just do that?" he growls through his teeth.

         Doniya walks over to the chair across the room and sits down. She begins to pick at her bright red nails and a smirk grows across her face. "Needed to make sure I had your attention," she laughs.

         "That doesn't mean you have to break the fucking door though," I say before rubbing my temples. That loud crashing noise just gave me a headache.

         "Well it worked didn't it?" she says before rolling her eyes at me.

         "What do you want Doniya?" Zayn says before rubbing his face with his hand.

         "We're going out," she replies. "You wanna get our sisters back right?"

         Zayn looks at me and then slowly slips out of bed, revealing his black boxers that I like very much. "Get up Mari," he says before glancing at me again. "Go and pick something out of Doniya's closet."

         Doniya makes a grunting noise in disgust and then looks at Zayn with narrowed eyes. "Why does she have to wear my clothes?"

         "Because, she can't wear mine. She's too little. Besides, my clothes are a little too manly for her."

         "Are you sure about that Zayn?" she says before laughing. "I'm pretty sure your clothes might be too small for her."

        She's trying to call me fat isn't she?

        I mean I'm not very skinny, but I'm not fat. I'm right in the middle.

         I look over at Doniya and give her a smirk. "Ha, is that all you've got."

        Doniya clenches her fists and looks at me. "No, that's not all that I've got you little bi-"

         Zayn steps in front of Doniya before she can even get up. "Mari just go," he says exhaustingly. I sigh and start to head out of the room.

         "Bitch," I hear Doniya yell to me as I walk out the hallway.

         "Takes one to know one!" I shout before a smirk spreads across my face.


Zayn's POV

         I watch as Mari walks out of the room, leaving me and my sister alone.

         "Why are you such a bitch?" I ask through my teeth.

         "Now Zayn," she says, "is that any way to talk to your dear sister," she syas before putting her hand over her heart, acting like she is hurt.

         "Shut up Doniya," I respond. "I'm fucking serious."

         "I am too," she says before laughing. I roll my eyes at her before bringing my attention back to the clothes in my closet. "I don't like her Zayn. There's something fishy about her."

         "Doniya, stop being so paranoid. Mari would never plot against us. She's on our side."

         "Just because she says she is, doesn't mean that she actually is Zayn. You can't believe everything you hear."

         "Well, I know Mari well enough to know that she would never do such a thing."

         "Mhmm" she replies before rolling her eyes. "Just wait until you find out the truth. I will be right here telling you: I told you so."

         "Too bad you won't get the chance to," I mumble under my breath.

         I pull out a black t-shirt and some black faded jeans. I slip them on and start to mess with my hair.

         "You look fine princess," Doniya says before laughing. I roll my eyes at her laughter and continue to fix my hair. "You've always been like this over your hair," she laughs. "Some things never change do they?"

         I cannot help but let out a little chuckle. I mean I've missed having my sisters around. I really have. Having Doniya around the past couple of days has kinda made me feel better.

         "Okay, I'm done," I tell my sister.

         "Finally." Doniya stands up and stretches a little. "Well let's go then."

         Doniya and I walk out of my bedroom to find Mari and the other boys' in the hallway staring at us.

         "Do we have everything?" I ask. "Weapons, armor, everything?"

         "Yup," Niall says before patting on his leather jacket. Harry tosses me a gun and I catch it in midair. "Here's a bullet proof vest too mate," Harry says before tossing it to me.

         I slip on the vest on top of my t-shirt and slip my black leather jacket on top before zipping it up.

         We all head down the stairs and head towards the door. As I open up the door, the cold air hits me directly in the face, causing me to close my eyes. As soon as I open my eyes, I see several men in the distance, but I instantly recognize one in particular.

         "What's wrong Zayn?" Mari asks me before standing next to me.

         "Looking for me?"

         "Will?" Mari squeaks.

         It's Will. Will DeSanta.

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