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.


24. Chapter 24.

Mari's POV

         *a week later*

         I decide to take a shower this morning since I haven't in a while. I look at myself in the mirror and realize that my skin is very sickly looking. I probably am getting sick. I feel like shit. A symptom of heartbreak probably?

         I step into the shower and let the hot water run down my body. I let out a small sob and let the tears fall. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm a hot fucking mess. Just everything, my entire world is a hot fucking mess.

         I step out of the shower and catch a glimpse of my body in the mirror. It's visually disturbing really. The dullness of my used to be vivid brown hair. The color of my skin makes me look fragile almost. I've probably only lost a couple pounds...

         I slip my robe over my body and walk out of the bathroom quickly.  I start to walk silently towards my bedroom to prevent me from seeing Will. He's the last person I wanna see right now...

         I see Will turn the corner and his face brightens up.

         Just my fucking luck.

         I walk faster down the hallway, and I hear footsteps creeping up from behind me.

         "Good morning sunshine," Will says. "Haven't seen you in a while."


         "Fuck off Will," I mumble. "I'm obviously not in the mood for your fucking bullshit."

         Will laughs at my remark and places his hand on my shoulder. "You never have been in the mood for me Mari."

         "I know," I respond. "And it will always be that way William," I hiss before storming off again.

         I feel Will's hand wrap around my wrist and he makes me stop dead in my tracks. "I've got a question Mari?" he asks.

         "Too bad I don't have an answer," I say before attempting to get out of his grasp. But, too bad his hand is basically locked around my wrist.

         "Let's go to a party tonight," he says.

         "No," I scoff.

         "And why not?"

         "Because I'm not fucking going anywhere with you. You can go fucking rot in hell for all I care."

         I look at Will's face, and his happy expression has now turned into a stern one. He's so fucking bipolar it's not even funny.

         "Too bad I don't give a shit about what you wanna do," he snaps at me. "Now go get some fucking clothes on. I'm giving you an hour."

         "Too bad I'm not going," I respond back, very seriously.

         I'm not fucking going anywhere with him. He's acted like none of his actions in the past weeks have reflected our relationship at all. I fucking hate him. The entire week of me sitting in my room, doing fucking nothing has just made my hate for him grow immensely.

         I hate to say it, but he sickens me. He fucking sickens me.

         Suddenly Will picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

         "What the fuck?!"I shout as he walks down the hallway.

         "You're fucking coming with me Mari," he growls through his teeth.

         Will opens my door and it hits the wall with a loud crash. He sets me down and looks at me with dark eyes again, just like the night he broke my hand.

         "Now get ready," he growls. "I'll be back in an hour and I expect you to be fucking ready."

         Will storms out of my room and slams the door with such force that it probably would have fell off its hinges if he slammed it harder.

         I sigh and open up my drawers, pulling out a pink bra and matching panties. I hold up the bra and instantly recognize it. Zayn's words pop into my mind and I feel my self start to blush.

         "Pink," he said between kisses. "It suits you."

         I slide both of the items on and I walk over to the closet, trying to forget that memory of me and Zayn. I pull out a long black dress, that has a long slit that goes to the middle of my thigh. I love this dress, and I've never had the opportunity to wear it before. I slide it on and find some black heels too.

         I look at myself in the mirror and feel pleased with the way I look, except my fucking bruised hand...I really need to get that checked out.

         I put on a some foundation and red lipstick, which makes me look a little bit better. I still look kinda sick because I haven't eaten. But, oh well.

         I hear a hard knock on the door and I know it's Will waiting for me.

         "C'mon Mari," he says.

         I open up the door and see that he has on a black suit with a white undershirt. Coincidently we match.

         "Are you ready?" he asks before a toothy grin spreads across his face.

         See, like I said. He's fucking bipolar.

         I don't respond to him. Instead, I walk away from him and walk down the steps.

         I hear Will chuckle behind me and I really wanna flick him off. But, I don't. I just keep on walking.

         "C'mon Mar," he says before laughing. "Lighten up."

         His words make me stop dead in my tracks and I feel like punching him in the jaw again. "Lighten up? FUCKING LIGHTEN UP?!" I shout at him. "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND!" I shout. "YOU HAVE FUCKING RUINED MY LIFE. YOU HAVE TAKEN EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME,  MOST IMPORTANTLY MY FREEDOM AND YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING LIGHTEN UP?!"

         "Stop fucking shouting at me," he growls. "Would you rather stay here and have a less pleasant time with me, or actually go out somewhere and have a decent time?"

         Honestly I don't give a fuck what we do.

         "Fine let's go," I mumble.

         He wants me to loosen up?

         I'll loosen up for him.

         I guess it's time for me to make this night a living hell for dear William...


(heyyy! thank you so much for reading this chapter! please leave a commenttt! :D it's harry's birthday so HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRYYYYYY!  <3 <3 again thank you so much for reading! and i'll see ya on Monday! xx)

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