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.


4. Chapter 4.

Mari's POV

         I open my eyes and find myself tied up to a chair. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?!" I shout angrily. I get no response. "I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME YOU LITTLE FUCKERS!"

         I hear the door open and I see a person in all black walk in. Too bad it's so fucking dark in here that I can barely see shit. Suddenly the lights flicker on and I see the man in front of me. His perfect almond skin, his honey-brown eyes...

         "ZAYN?" I say shockingly.

         "Mari DeSanta," he says before pacing back and forth. "The daughter of Michael DeSanta correct?"

         "In the flesh," I say flashing him a fake grin.

         "Well your quite the surprise babe," he laughs. "I never knew DeSanta had a daughter."
         "Well he does," I snap.

         "Calm the tone babe," he says seriously. "I should've known there was something special about you," he says before biting his lip. Damn he is sexy. "I mean usually I wouldn't have to work so hard to get a girl's attention," he laughs.

         "Well that's because I'm not a fucking whore like every other girl in Jersey," I spit at him. "I actually have some dignity."

         Zayn laughs at me and licks his lips.

         "Can you stop doing that?" I ask him annoyed. 

         He is fucking distracting me.

         "Doing what darling?" he asks me as a smile spreads across his face.

         "You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about," I respond.

         Zayn laughs and then licks his lips again. He's doing it on fucking purpose. "I can tell that you are going to be fun to mess with Mari," he laughs. "I know exactly how to push your buttons."

         He walks over to me and lifts my chin up so that I am making eye contact with him.

         His eyes. His eyes. Wait...no. What the fuck am I saying?

         His face is so close to mine now, I can smell his cologne radiating off of his body. Zayn moves a little bit closer to me and our lips barely graze.

         Then he pulls away and laughs. Fucking tease. Part of me...no...I wanted him to kiss me, just like he did in the club.

         "We'll get back to that some other time," he says before winking at me. "But in the meantime, I guess I can tell you why you're here," he says making eye contact with me.

         "Why am I here Zayn?" I ask him.

         "Well babe," he says before licking his lips again and smirking at me. "You are the solution to all of my problems."

         "What the fuck do you mean?" I growl at him. "I haven't fucking done anything to you."

         Zayn walks closer to me again and smiles. "Oh, I know you haven't darling," he says before cupping my cheek in his hand. "But, your parents did."

         My parents.

         "Why the fuck are my parents involved in this?" I growl.

         Zayn hesitates and then clears his throat. "Because they killed my parents," he mumbles.

         My breath hitches in my throat. "My parents would never do such a thing!" I shout at him.

         "Well they did," Zayn responds sharply.

         "Who the fuck are you?" I ask impatiently. "Why the fuck do you know about my parents?"

         Zayn makes eye contact with me again, but his eyes are darker shade of brown now.

        "You really have no idea do ya babe?" he asks me before smirking. My eyes are now locked with his and I cannot move.  "Because I'm Zayn. Zayn Malik."

Zayn's POV

         "Because I'm Zayn. Zayn Malik."

         Mari's jaw drops right there and she stares at me. "You're a fucking Malik?" she growls through her teeth. "Will is going to fucking kill you," she hisses. "He is going to fucking chop your balls off!"

         "Will won't lay a finger on me Mari," I say before laughing.
         "And why is that?" she says while raising her eyebrow at me.

         "Because I have his dear little sister. You."

         Mari busts out laughing at me. "So this is your plan huh?" she says. "Kidnapping me and then blackmailing my brother?"

         "Not exactly babe," I say before flashing her a smile. She rolls her eyes at me in disgust and I can't help but chuckle.

         "Well then what the fuck are you planning to do Malik?" she shouts.

         I walk over to her and lean down so that my lips are barely touching her ear. I hear her breathing slowly getting louder the closer I get to her. "Your gonna help me take over the city, little by little, until it's mine. Which means destroying the DeSanta gang forever."

         "Well if you wanna get rid of the gang...that means your gonna have to kill...Will."

         I look at her and she bites her lip nervously. "Whatever it takes babe, whatever it takes."


         "WELL THEN WHO THE FUCK DID MARI?" I growl in front of her face.

         Mari looks at the ground and then looks back up at me. "I don't know Zayn," she whispers. "I don't fucking know." I rub my hand through my hair and start walking back and forth in the room again. "But, whoever killed your parents...I think they killed mine."


         "Your parents are dead?"

         What? When the fuck did this happen?

         "Yeah, it's been almost 4 years now," she says before biting her lip. "That's why Will is the leader of the gang now."  I notice that her eyes start to water.

         "Please don't cry," I say, truly meaning it.

         "Why not? I need to. My brother fucking hates me. My parents never loved me. I'm just a fucking disappointment."

         I walk over to Mari and lean in front of her. "I'm pretty sure you aren't as fucked up as me Mari," I laugh. "Besides you're way too beautiful to cry," I say before wiping a tear away from her cheek.

         "There you go with that corny shit again," she laughs and then smiles a little.

         "It worked didn't it?"

         She looks at me and tries to suppress her smile. "Yeah, I guess it did Malik," she laughs again. I look at her face again and she is genuinely smiling at me now. She's is very attractive I must say. Her brown curly hair complements her brown eyes. I catch her raising her eyebrow at me.

         "Why are you staring at me?" she asks suspiciously.

         "Ummm, nothing," I say hesitantly and look down at the ground. I hear her let out a small laugh before she starts to speak again.

         "Zayn...did your parents kill my parents?" she asks on a serious note.

         "No," I respond quickly.

         "Are you lying to me?" she asks.


         "Are you sure?"

         "I said no Mari!" I snap. I see her kinda jump back at my tone.

         "Well then who the hell did?" she shouts raising her eyebrow at me again.

         "I don't know Mari," I say before rubbing my face with my hand. "But whoever did...they killed my parents too."

 Mari's POV

         Zayn unties me and I instantly look at my wrist. They are all sore and red. It hurts like fuck.

         "Thank god I'm out of those fucking ropes," I say in relief.

         Zayn doesn't say a word but he leads me out the room. We walk up a few flights of stairs and my eyes soak in the incredible décor of the mansion. There are paintings on each and every wall and everything is accented. It's truly beautiful.

         "Where are you taking me?" I ask. Zayn still continues to not say a word and eventually we stop in front of a room. Zayn opens the door and we both enter.

         "This is my sister's room," he states. "You'll be staying in here the entire time you are here."

         I walk around the room taking in its appearance. "And how long exactly do you plan on keeping me here?"

         "Time will tell," he responds before walking to the closet. He opens the door and pulls out a t-shirt and some sweatpants.  He tosses them at me and I catch them. "Here's some clothes for tonight," he says. "Now go to bed. We have some business to do tomorrow."

         "Business?" I ask. "What business?"

        "Just business," he says. "You'll see." Zayn walks over to me and kisses me on the cheek, and leaves his lips there longer than they should.  The feeling of his lips on my skin leaves me stunned and I can't find the words to speak. So, I just stare...into his beautiful brown eyes.  Zayn chuckles at me and I feel my cheeks start to flush. "Goodnight beautiful," he says before winking at me. Zayn walks out and I still just stand there. Paralyzed.

         What the fuck is he doing to me?  

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