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.


28. Chapter 28.

Mari's POV

         I follow Damon back towards the bar and I feel relieved because I am away from Will. Damon asks the bartender for a first aid kit and the man bends down, retrieving the kit moments later.

         "Thank you sir," Damon says before flashing the man his smile.

         Damon seems like a genuinely nice man. I've considered him to be my life saver since he basically took me away from Will. I've silently thanked him for saving me.

         Damon pulls me towards a hallway in the club where no one seems to be around. He opens a door at the end of the hallway and flicks on the light switch. His blue eyes look even more stunning in this light. He doesn't even look his age. But, I'm guessing that he is at least 47. He's very attractive for his age anyway.

         I sit down in the chair in this room, and Damon walks closer to me. He tilts my chin up so that he can get a better look at my cheek. His eyes look down at my wrist and his eyes widen.

         "What'd you do to get that to happen?" he asks me while staring at my wrist.

         "I fe-fell," I lie.

         Damon lets out a small chuckle and then flashes his charming smile at me. "Clumsy huh?" he asks while raising his eyebrows at me. "Just like your father," he laughs.

         That brings me to another thought.

         How does he know my father? I've never heard about him before...and it's kinda random how he just showed up tonight. But life is random, so it's not strange to me at all.

                 "How did you know my father?" I ask as he walks over to the first aid kit and pulls out some ointment and ice pack.

         Damon walks back towards me and kneels down in front of me. "We were friends in high school and college," he says before wiping of my cheek with a wipe. It burns and I believe Damon realizes that because he gives me a small sympathetic smile. "We were friends long before he was the leader of the gang, very close. But once he became the leader, it was almost as if he became obsessed with power." Damon continues to fix my cheek as he is talking to me. "I didn't know who your father was anymore, he was a changed man." I watch as Damon's eyes fill with hurt and I kinda feel bad for him. I knew exactly what my father was like. He was obsessed with power. That's all he ever wished for. To have all the power in the world. Damon clears his throat and proceeds to talk to me. "Your father thought I was jealous which I was-wasn't. He didn't believe me anyway, no matter how much I protested against his opinion. So, that was why I distanced myself from him and showed up every once in a while, like when I found out you and Will were born." Damon gives me a heart-warming smile and I cannot help but smile back.

         "You know, you and Will are lucky kids," he says.

         "Where's the luck at?" I say sarcastically. "I still haven't found it yet."
         Damon laughs at my remark and rubs his face with his hand. "I'm serious," he says while looking at me with his crystal blue eyes. "Look at the great amount of power you have. People would kill for that." I notice that when Damon says that, his tone changed and a wave of frustration spreads across his face. His eyes change to a dark, blue color for a quick second and it catches my attention.

         "What's wrong?" Damon asks. His eyes have returned to their normal color now, and I guess he must've seen me looking at him.

         "I-uh...nothing," I say nervously.

         Damon pats me on the arm and gives me a small smile. "Don't worry. I'm almost done kiddo."

         I give him a small smile before he gets back to work on my cheek.

         "Promise me Mari that you will not become consumed by the amount of power you have," he says. "It could be detrimental to you."

         I laugh at his remark. "If anyone wants this so called "power" I have, they can have it," I say. "I don't want it."

         Damon dabs at my cheek and then stops everything he is doing. "Be grateful for what you have Mari. Your father is an example of what happens when you become engrossed by the theory of power," he says while staring at me. "Don't end up like him...dead and in a casket." Damon's face is solid and it looks like he is clenching his jaw. He is angry at something, but I don't know what it is.

         Please don't let him be fucking bipolar. Will is enough for me already.

         "Well you're all good now," he says. "Do you want me to fix your hand?"

         "No. I'm all good. Thanks Damon."

         "No problem kiddo," he says before patting me on the leg. "Now let me take you back to your brother before he tries to kill me," he laughs.


         Will stops the car in front of the house and I hop out, walking as fast as I can towards the door. I could feel the anger radiating off of him in the car. I don't know how I felt. I guess I mostly was still shocked by the fact that he slapped me. But, I'm pretty pissed off too.

         I go up to my room and shut the door behind me. I instantly slide out of my dress and throw on a t-shirt and some shorts. I walk past the mirror and catch a glimpse of my cheek. I lightly touch it and it burns. I look fucking terrible. My hand wasn't fucking enough was it?

         I plop on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I'm so fucking tired...of everything. I'm just tired of life in general. Nothing ever seems to work out right. I can never be happy. The universe seems to be against me...

         I wish I never saw Zayn tonight. It would have saved me from feeling like shit. He's moved on obviously...

         What if Will was right?

         I am just another person he wanted to fuck? Maybe I was just another girl. There is nothing special about me.

         I thought that everything we had was real. I mean, even though I have only known him for a short amount of time...I cannot deny how I feel for him.
         I know I'm not supposed to even have feelings for or actually be in love with him. But, I can't help it. Even if he doesn't feel the same way...

         I cannot get that image out of my head. The way his lips moved against the blonde-haired girl's. The way he had his hand on the small of her back and the way he was pulling her closer to him. The thought of it makes my stomach flip. My eyes begin to water and my tears start to fall.

         The image is continuing to replay in my head, and it's making me cry even more. The way he looked at me as if he didn't know who I was, that's what else I don't understand. And then he had the nerve to run after me...

         Tonight has just been too much for me. Too much for me to even handle...

         I curl myself into a ball and pull my comforter closer to me.

         Why me?

         That's all I want to know.

         Why fucking me?

Zayn's POV

         I hop into the passenger seat of the Escalade and shut the door. "What the fuck man?" Niall says as he shuts the door. "I was just about to get another drink."

         "Sorry," I mumble.

         "Why did you wanna leave so bad?"

         "Because...I just wasn't feelin it," I lie.

         Harry laughs at me and I growl a little. "You don't have to lie to them Zayn. You can just tell them."

         "Tell us what?" Liam asks.

         "Nothing. Just nothing."

         "It wasn't just nothing," Harry says and I want to knock is ass out.

         "Shut up Harry," I growl.

         "Mari was there and she looked fucking hot!"

         "What?" Liam says as he turns his attention towards me. "She was there?"

         "Yeah," I mumble. I turn around and look at Harry. "Can't keep your fucking mouth closed huh?"

         "Nope," he says popping the "p".

         "Will was there too," I mumble. I might as well tell them everything now since Harry already fucking said something.

         "Fucking bastard," Harry growls.

         "I fucked up big time lads," I say. "She saw me kissing that girl, and she ran off."

         "You need to go after her mate," Liam says before placing his hand on my shoulder.

         "No, I'm not going to." That was a fucking lie because I definitely wanna go after her and tell her how fucking sorry I am. Wait...no. I'm not going to because she lied to me.

         "Don't go after her," Niall says while looking at the road. "You can do better mate. She lied to you...and all of us. She had been working with Will the whole time."

         "Remember Zayn how I said that it doesn't all add up?" Liam says. "Well I don't think she was working with him at all. I think Will made the situation like it was so that it seemed like she was working with him."

         I don't know what to fucking believe.

         "Let's just stop talking about it please," I say. "It's done. It already happened."

         "But Za-"

         "I'm done fucking talking about it," I snap.


         For the rest of the car ride, no words are exchanged between anyone.  I walk into the house and see my sisters on the couch watching the TV.

         "How was tonight?" Doniya asks me.

         "Fucking great," I mumble before walking away from them.

         I reach my room and shut the door behind me. I slide off jacket and throw it on the ground, just like where my other clothes are. As I sit on my bed, I place my face in my hands.

         Why is life so fucking difficult?

         Liam is the only one who seems to have faith in Mari still. He doesn't believe that any of what happened is true. His argument is very convincing though.

         I start to think about what Liam said.

         What if Will set her up?

         I mean it would be fucking stupid and ignorant for Will to do that to Mari. But it's not impossible. Especially for that dick.

         I wanna know...I need to know why she did this.

         Why did she need to lie to me for months instead of just setting me up the moment she came. Then I would have been dead and I wouldn't have to be here right now, facing all of my problems at once.

         Fucking life man. Always seems to fuck me over...

         I think I'm gonna do it.

         Yeah, I am.

         Tomorrow, I'm going to see Mari and ask her why the fuck did she have to make me fall in love with her? And why the fuck did she rip my heart out by betraying me?

        It's time for her to know how she's ruined my life since the moment she left...


( so hiyaaa! I hope ya liked this chapterrr! it's kinda long I think, lol....longer than usual lol. so please leave a comment please and lemme know what you think! So Zayn is going to go after Mari ;) hehehe. Zari is not over! lol :D this story is almost done and I'm excited and I hope you are too! But I am making a sequel, I definitely am okay? :) also do you have any new thoughts on Damon this chapter? I mean he's a really nice guy and everything! lol. but anyways i'm going now lol xD and i'll see you on tuesday! xx this story is now one heart away from a double update! so if you really want the double update....FAVE MY STORYYYYY :D. Okay seriously, i'm leaving now lol. btw, follow me on twitter @amor_narry! I follow back! talk to me about this story, random fucking shit, I don't care lol :D)

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