His Mafia And His Girl

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CHASE'S POV

I heard my phone ringing, so I picked it up to see who was calling. "Amaya" it read, on the top of the screen.

Some sort of excitement filled my mind. Did she want to see me? I picked it up immediately.

"Hello?" I said "what's up Amaya?"
"Did you murder Emmanuel? She asked.

When those words left her mouth my throat closed up. I didn't expect her to find out, I didn't even expect her to think it was me. But of course she would, Amaya is an incredibly smart woman.

I couldn't speak. And before I knew it, she hung up. I tried calling her back, a few moments later, but she didn't pick up. So I called again, but she didn't pick up.

"Shit." I whispered to myself, but apparently it wasn't quite enough.
"What's wrong?" Eleanore asked, since she was in the same room as me.

"Amaya found out." I told her.
"About...Emmanuel?" She asked again. I replied by nodding.

Then my phone rang. But this time it was my reminder that it was time to leave for my mission. I was going to meet one of my friends, and one of the best drug dealers. I was supposed to buy some stuff from him and sell them forward.

"I gotta go." I hurriedly walked out of the room and out of the house.

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I arrived at this tiny building, where he would sell the drugs. He had pills and plants, and even needles. I peaked my head in, but I didn't see him.

So I went inside. But what I saw made my jaw drop

It was my dear friend, holding Amaya, from her neck, against the wall. He was strangling her.

It was obvious that she was struggling to breath, her mouth was slightly open and she was a little red.
This time I decided to control myself. Instead of pulling out my gun and shoot him through the head, I yelled; "Hey!"

They both turned to look at me, and he let her go. Amaya fell to the floor, gasping for air. I rushed over to her, shoving him out of the way.

I leaned down to her level, and lightly caressed her cheek with my thumb, as I was holding her head in my hands.

"Are you okay?" I asked.  She stared at me, but she wouldn't reply. Instead of rushing her, I turned to the guy who was choking her.

I threw a punch at him; "Are you out of your mind?" I yelled at him, while he was holding his bloody nose. I turned my attention back to Amaya.

I picked her up and carried her out of there. I put her in the passenger's seat. She was still in shock.

"Please..." she whispered, but enough for me to hear.
"get me out of here." I nodded.

I was so thankful that she finally spoke to me. I got into the car and started driving. Amaya leaned her head against the window, a tear fell from her eye and rolled down her face.

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I decided to take Amaya to one of my homes. She shouldn't have to be with everyone else, now that she's frightened.

When we entered, I sat her down on the gigantic sofa. Once she had settled, I decided to ask her; "What where you doing there?"

"I could ask you the same thing." She said. Stubborn Amaya. "I was going to by something from him and then sell it. Now it's your turn." I strictly said.

"I- I wanted to buy some pills... I know that guy." She admitted.
"So, why was he holding you by your neck?" I asked.
"I uh. I haven't payed him in some time, and he got angry."

I nodded my head. I was angry at that guy but I was also angry with her. Is she that dumb to not know that drug dealers are never patient?

"Thank you." She said "you saved me." 
I giggled with her. "Your welcome, I guess"

We both leaned on the sofa and I turned on the tv.
Eventually, I felt Amaya lean on my shoulder. I looked over to see if she had fallen asleep. But she hadn't.

A smile grew uncontrollably fast on my face, and then I felt my cheeks burning up. Was I blushing? Was I fucking blushing?

I decided to not move at all and wait until Amaya spoke.

"Can we get dinner?" Amaya spoke.
"Sure, what would you like?" I asked.
"I don't know. You decide." She said, with a smirk.

I nodded my head and began wondering what to order. I decided on some tacos.

Once our food came, we both took a seat each at the dinner table and began eating.
"So, why did you kill Emmanuel?" She asked, out of the blue.
"You're still mad about that?" I asked.
"Yeah. You murdered my classmate."
"But I also saved you." I argued.

Amaya had nothing else to say, and I was pleased with that.

"Are you going to take me home?" she asked.
"Your just full with questions, aren't you?" I said.
"Tell me. Or are you going to keep me here, once again?" She asked.
"I'll take you home. If you want." I replied. And Amaya seemed like she was happy with that answer.

"So, is this your house?" She asked.
"Not exactly, but, it's one of my favourite safe houses, I would like to consider it as my home." I explained. Amaya nodded in response. She's cute.

"Can we go home? Like right now?" She asked. Oh my goodness, so many questions.
"If you want." I replied.
"Alright, let's go." She said.

I can't tell if she hates me or not.

~HIS MAFIA AND HIS GIRL~