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.


34. Chapter 34.

Mari's POV

         I open my eyes and realize that I am lying in Zayn's bed. The smell of his woodsy cologne surrounds me and I feel instantly comforted by the familiar smell. I hear the sound of the clock ticking inside of the room and its annoying me already. As I sit up in the bed and look around the room my head starts to ring. It feels like someone is banging on it right now. I realize that Zayn isn't in the room anywhere and I halfway expected to see him there. But I'm glad he wasn't because the entire situation would be just awkward. Everything I do around him from now on will probably be awkward...

         What happened earlier today? My head is fucking throbbing even more than it was just a few moments ago and it hurts like hell. I'm trying to remember what happened before I passed out...and then it hits me. Hmmm let's see:

        1)  Natalia, my long lost sister  who I never knew about for the 21 years I have been on this Earth wanted to kill me.

        I can't believe that my parents would do such a thing. It seems so much unlike them. But Natalia doesn't surprise me as much as I think it should. Maybe there's something wrong with me huh?

        2)  The blood running down both Will and Zayn's faces.

        Seeing that the guards had hurt Zayn and Will was enough for me. The amount of blood that was dripping down their faces was unpleasant. And the fact that Natalia slapped me...fucking bitch.

         3) The boys' coming in and killing both the guards.
        Everything after that is kinda blurry. I remember Natalia holding my throat with a stone-cold grip, cutting off all of my airways...and  I remember slipping off into the darkness. AND TA DA! I wake up here...in Zayn's bed.

         I'm getting dizzy. This is just too much.

         Suddenly the door to Zayn's room opens up and Zayn walks through while locking his eyes with mine. His emotions are unreadable as I look at his face. His brown eyes shoot bullets through me as I just sit there. "Hey," he says nervously before brushing a hand through is thick black hair.  I don't know what to do, except give him a small smile back. Zayn walks over to the edge of the bed and sits down near the edge. He starts to fumble with his slightly calloused fingers and I can tell he is nervous about something. "How are you feeling?" he asks, before breaking eye contact with me.

         Of course it's me. He's nervous about talking to me. I mean...I guess I am nervous talking him too. Shit, I'm already nervous about the fact he is standing here right in front of me.  There's really nothing to say. Wait that's a fucking lie. There's a lot of things we need to talk about. This situation couldn't get any more awkward than it already is.

         "Uhh fine," I manage to say, breaking my train of thought. "How are you?" I ask him while looking at the bruise on my hand which Will created.

         "Never better," he says before sighing and laying back on his bed. I watch as he places both of his hands behind his head, revealing the several tattoos that cover his arms. I watch as he turns his attention to the ceiling above and take this as an opportunity to look at all of the features I love about him. as I become captivated by my thoughts, a quick glance over at me from Zayn makes me cough nervously and causes me to move my attention elsewhere. Several seconds of silence pass before I decide to speak and break the awkward silence.

         "What happened?"

         "You passed out," Zayn says before looking at me in the eyes.

         "I figured that," I mumble while playing with my fingers. "What happened afterwards?" Zayn starts to speak but then he stops hesitantly. He's hiding something.

         Will. Will. Will.

         "Where's Will?" I ask anxiously while scooting to the side of the bed.

         He better not be fucking dead.

         I feel tears start to form in my eyes and Zayn grabs my hands. The feeling of his skin on mine makes my tears finally roll down my cheeks. I've missed this feeling so fucking much.

         "Don't worry," Zayn says before brushing away my tears away with his thumb. "He's fine." I take a deep breath and am instantly grateful that he is okay. I know that I don't like my brother, but that doesn't necessarily mean that I want him dead. "But Natalia," he says before sighing. "She's dead."

         I don't know how to feel about that...Natalia being dead.

         I mean I never knew her. But again the way my parents treated her was terribly wrong. I'm not happy about that either and I don't think I ever will be. But, Natalia seemed to be truly unhappy. She was troubled. But who could blame her?

         "Oh," I say.

         They didn't have to kill her. Maybe she just needed someone to support her. She just needed a friend. I realize that Zayn is still holding my hands in his and I can't help but smile. I've missed this.

         "We need to talk Mari," Zayn says while holding eye contact with me.

        About what? The night I wanted to strangle him at the club. The day when he called me a bitch and told me that he basically hated me and that he never loved me. Yeah let's talk about that!

        "Give him a chance," my conscience is telling me. Why? Why should I? He never gave me a chance to explain myself. But, I'm sorry that my stupid ass brother had to destroy our relationship and basically ruined both of our lives. I'm sorry for Will and what he did...

         "I'm sorry," we both say in unison.

        Zayn removes his hands from mine and places them on his face.  "No I'm sorry," Zayn says before sighing. "I was such a fucking dick. And I understand why you wouldn't wanna be with me anymore. I'm so sorry about the way that I treated you. I should have believed you. I don't know what the fuck was wrong with me Mari. But, I'm very sorry. I-I."

         Zayn removes his hands from his face and looks to see how I react to what he just said. Something inside of me forces me to kiss Zayn on the lips and the moment that our lips meet, is when I feel alive again. Zayn's lips start to move against mine and he moves his hands through my hair. The way I'm feeling is unreal right now. Like I cannot even explain it. Zayn takes my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls it which I find to be incredibly sexy. I find myself pushing Zayn backwards on the bed and I straddle him, not breaking our kiss at all.

         "I've missed you so fucking much babe," he says in between kisses while moving his hands underneath my shirt.  I should have let him apologize more for what he did. But, after learning that we were both played against each other I don't give a shit anymore.  All I can think about is him and only him.

         I continue to kiss Zayn as I lift up his shirt. I break the kiss and let my eyes wonder upon his toned chest and the tattoos he has. "Like what ya see?" he says before winking at me and I remember him saying those words before. I cannot help but smile at him before pressing my lips softly on his.  Zayn rolls us over so that he is hovering over me now. "Now don't you even think about moving," he says before smirking at me. "I've got you right where I want you to be." Zayn slides my gray sweater off of my body leaving me in nothing but my purple bra. "I like purple on you too. It looks nice," he says before smirking and bringing his lips back down to mine. Zayn closes the gaps in between our bodies and that still isn't enough for me.

         "I love you Zayn," I manage to say against his soft and perfect lips.

         "And I love you too Mari," he replies as he runs his fingers through my hair.

        He loves me.

         He loves me...

        You don't know how long I have waited for him to say those exact words...

        This is when I realize that Zayn and I have been through a lot together. But, we can never be apart. We are like magnets and fate always brings us back together. Maybe the world isn't such a bitch after all? Ha.

(heyyy! so I hope ya liked this chapter! sorry it's kinda short, lol! please leave a comment! that would be amazinggg!

so, this chapter was basically all Zari lol. but as you can see, Zari is back together ;) yay :D but anyways, I will be posting the last chapter of this story on sundayyyy! so be readyyy! and I will also be posting the first two chapters of the sequel as well. idk when though. but i'll tell ya more info on that at the end of the next chapterrr! :D

again thank you so much for reading this chapter and all the other chapters :) and thanks for the almost 600 reads on this story! you are all  amazing! :D see ya on friday FOR THE LAST CHAPTERRRRRR! and please leave a comment! btw follow me on twitter @illuminarry_xo if you haven't already! i follow backkkk :) xx)

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