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.


2. Chapter 2.

 Zayn's POV

         "Who was that girl?" Niall asks as he drives our Escalade down the streets of New Jersey.

         "She's no one," I say. "Just some girl."

         Harry lets out a small laugh. "Well it sure didn't seem like it," Harry responds. "Zayn you know we can't have any relationships. You know that someone always ends up getting hurt an it gets in the way of our business."

         "It was nothing Harry," I say through my teeth. " Chill out. She's just like every other girl that I got to make out with. Nothing more."

         "Mhm sure," Harry says before looking out the window.

         The rest of the car ride is eerily silent and all I can hear is the sound of Harry cracking is knuckles the entire way home. We pull up to the gates of my mansion and Niall punches the code into the security system. The gates slowly open and Niall drives up the pathway revealing the massive mansion. I have lived here for a couple years now and I have still not gotten used to it's massiveness. But, that's how my father loved everything in life-large and grand.

         My father used to live here before he died. This mansion was one of the perks of being one of the most feared men in Jersey, below Michael DeSanta. I remember living here as a kid with my younger sisters and my mother. I mean I really liked it here as a kid. But, as I grew up I realized that my father wanted me to be in the gang life. He told me that one day when he was old and gray I would have to run the business for him- the drug business. I mean it didn't really phase me back then. I was willing to do anything to make my father proud. So as I matured my father kept me under his arm, teaching me everything he knew so when the time came, I would be ready for the big leagues. But, I didn't know that the time I would have to take over would be so soon...

         It was a December night a couple years ago. My family and I just came back from England to visit my grandparents. We were walking into the house and I remember how everything played out.


         "Did you guys have fun?" my mother asked with a smile on her face.

         I nodded my head at her and she continued to smile.

         My mom is so giddy all the time. I don't understand it. "Why are you always so happy?" I ask her.

         "Because Zayn, you should always be happy that you are alive and breathing," she says. "You never know when your time is up, so you always have to be grateful." My mom. Such and optimist. She was brought into the gang when she married my father. Once I found out about the gang as a child I asked her how she felt about the situation and she told me that she didn't really mind because if she hadn't agreed to join, none of us-me or my sisters would be here right now.

         My father walked through the doorway with some of our luggage and other guys followed him with the rest. "Well that's everything," he said as he set the luggage down. The door shut behind him and he walked into the living room and plopped on the couch. As soon as my father sat down the doorbell rang and he got up. He peeped out the window at first and a worried look spread across his face.

         "Zayn grab your sisters an head down to the basement. Don't come out until I say so."

         "Why?" I ask.

         "JUST GO ZAYN!" my father snaps at me in a demanding tone.

         I walk into the kitchen and find my sisters sitting at the table. "C'mon we have to go downstairs. Dad's orders."

         My sisters got up and followed me towards the door to the basement without asking any questions. But, before I could even make it downstairs I saw my dad pull a gun out of the closet behind him.

         What the hell is going on?

         My sisters and I make it down to the basement and we hide in the closet. "What's going on Zayn?" my sister Doniya asks nervously.

         "Shhh," I say.

         We sit there in silence and we can hear everything from upstairs. I hear the sound of the front door opening slowly. "Hello?" I hear my father say. "Who's out there?"

         I bite my lip nervously and I hope that no one is out there.

         For a brief moment I cannot hear anything else upstairs until I hear a gun being cocked. I hear bullets being fired out of a gun and my sisters start to scream. I place a hand over their mouths and I tell them to be quiet. Suddenly I hear footsteps behind us and I hear my mother screaming. In mere seconds I hear gun shots going off again and my mother's screams stop. I hear more footsteps walking through the house.

         "No one else is here," I hear a guy say.

         Then I hear the footsteps walk around once more and then I cannot here them anymore. I hear cars start up from outside and the noise becomes weaker as they drive off. "Stay here," I whisper to my sisters. I open up the door slowly and walk slowly up the basement stairs. Once my feet hit the wooden floor upstairs I turn the corner and I see my mom lying on the floor. I run over to her as quickly as I can. Her skin is pale and there is blood everywhere. I check her pulse. Nothing...

         I walk around the other corner and find my father lying on the ground in a puddle of his own blood. "Zayn," I hear him say faintly.

         I kneel down beside him. "What do I need to do dad?" I ask him.

         "Nothing," he replies faintly. "It's too late."

         "No! It's not!" I shout. "You cannot die on me!"

         My dad makes eye contact with me. "Zayn I've been preparing you for this day for a long, long time now. You are ready."

         I gulp and look at my father, trying to hold back my tears. "No, I'm not."

         "Yes you are," my dad says painfully. "There is a letter upstairs in my lockbox. It tells you what to do from here on out okay?" I nod my head and blink away my tears. "Take care of your sisters for me okay. Goodbye son," he says. His eyes slowly close and I hear him take his last breath. I sat there and just stared at my father, part of me hoping that he would come back. But, part of me already knew he wasn't. He was gone...just like my mother.

         *present day*

         After that day, I sent my sisters on a plane to England to go and live with my grandparents. I could have went too, leaving my father's business and everything behind. But, I owed it to him. He sacrificed his life for mine, so this is what I chose to do in order to repay him.

         From that day on, I promised that I would find out who killed my father and I would make them pay for what they did. And I know exactly who did it, the DeSanta's. They tore my whole fucking family apart. Now all I have left are my sisters and my mates-Harry, Louis, Niall, and Liam. They've been around for a while now and agreed to joining the gang. So, they are the only people I really trust here in Jersey. They live here in the mansion with me because it is too extravagant for me to live in by myself, so I share it with them. Besides, they are like family to me. I would do anything for them.

         Niall parks the car in the driveway and we all get out. I walk up towards the door and it opens revealing Liam and Louis.

         "Zayn, we found out something," Liam says.

         I nod my head at him and walk inside the house. Every time I walk through the front door I always get a visual of my father lying there on the ground, nonresponsive. This house is a constant reminder of what happened, but it actually motivates me more to solve the mystery of my parents' murder.

         I follow Liam and Louis upstairs and I hear Niall and Harry behind me. We walk into my office area and I sit down in my chair waiting to hear what Liam has to say.

         "We found out some info today on the DeSanta's," Liam says. "We have been watching them for the past couple of weeks and we realized something kind of strange." Louis pulls out a CD and puts it in the DVD player across from us. "We have footage of a girl with brown hair going in and out of the premises constantly and consistently. We kinda have a feeling that this girl is a relative of the DeSanta's. So, we sent some spies to watch her every move and we realized that she likes to party a lot. But what we also realized is that she favors Will and Michael DeSanta. We got info from and insider who knows the girl, and he said something interesting." I look closer, and closer at the footage and then I see something that catches my eye.

         "Stop the footage!" I shout and Louis pauses it. I see the girl wearing a familiar looking black leather jacket and a pair of skinny jeans. My breath hitches in my throat. "I know her," I say.

         Louis and Liam both make eye contact with me. "Her name is Mari," I say.

         Liam looks at me and kinda smirks. "Well I'd hate to break it to you mate, but I think your little friend is Mari DeSanta. Daughter of Michael DeSanta."

         A DeSanta? I met a DeSanta? 
        "How come I have never heard of Michael having a daughter?" I ask.

         "Maybe she was kept a secret for protection," Louis replies. "But, now you hold the key to getting revenge Zayn."

         I nod my head and interlace my fingers. "I do, don't I?" I say before a smirk grows across my face. "You know what? Bring her to me. Tell Niall and Harry to go out tomorrow and get her. It's time to get payback on the DeSanta's for the amount of suffering they have put me and my family through," I say through clenched teeth.

         Louis and Liam nod their heads in agreement. "We're right on it Zayn," They both say before walking out of the room. They shut the door behind them and I am left alone in the room with the moonlight shinning through the window.

         "I'm doing this for you father," I whisper. "I am going to get revenge."
        No matter what it takes...

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