Possession Of A Gangster

Chapter 29- Naughty In The Airport

"I'll FaceTime you everyday!" I promised to my mother, father and brother, wiping tears from my eyes. These were the final goodbyes I had to go through. My day had been long and hard, so many faces, so many people to say goodbye to. I knew I would see them all again, I mean it's not like I'm leaving for life, it's not like I'm dying. But the problem was, I didn't know. I didn't know how long I would be gone and that was the worse part. Lacey broke down, and of course I had too- she had been my best friend since we were toddlers, we may as well have come from the same womb.

And then Liam, he hated it. He was angry, blaming Damon for putting me in so much danger. However once he had calmed down after understanding that my decision was final, he hugged me goodbye. Literally grasping me for 5 minutes, Damon had to tear him off me, obviously not too impressed about the lengthened gesture.

And now, it was my family. My mother, my father, and of-course, Anwar. He was furious, the punches he landed on Damon was no surprise to me, what did surprise me however was the fact that Damon hadn't reacted. He just soaked it in, accepting a partial punishment for his actions, even though he was just as much innocent as I was.

It took a while to settle him down, at first, he ordered that he came, that the whole family came, but I quickly refused. How could I ask that of them? "Oh my baby." My mum wept into my shoulder, she had only accepted me leaving due to it being because of my safety. My dad patted her back before hauling me in to a bear hug. "I love you princess, keep in touch." Breaking away he sent a stern look in Damons direction.

"Keep her safe, if anything happens to her." His voice was dark, he didn't need to finish his sentence, everyone knew what would happen if I were harmed. Damon replied with a brisk nod. Anwars eyes were planted firmly on me, anger boiling up inside. "Don't look at me like that." I whined, this wasn't by choice. The fucking mafia were potentially after me. There was a god damn price on my head! Alive!

His body sagged, the anger disintegrated into sadness, he pulled me into an extended hug. "You can't trust anyone out there." He whispered just before moving away, allowing me to depart at last. My tears threatened to fall, but I pushed them back. Appearing weak was not what I wanted. If anything were to happen to me, I don't want my families last memory of me to be one with puffy eyes in a hysterical sob.

Damons hand was on my arm as he pulled me close to him, directing me to the car before opening the door for me. I got in and sat still, not daring to look at my family still at the gate. I didn't want to, what if I were to never see them again? Guilt engulfed me. I turned to look once more as Damon started the engine. My mother was hugged into my fathers arms, crying. Anwar had his eyes to the ground.

"Saige." Damon muttered gently, placing a hand on my leg. "Just drive." I ordered, a single tear making its way down my drying cheek. "It's okay if you-"

"I said just fucking drive." His hand stayed for a while, before retracting. I drove away from my house, the house I had grown up in, the house filled with memories, memories of Anwar running around naked as a young toddler, with little ol' me being scarred for life. Memories of my mother and fathers wedding anniversary, where me and Anwar wrecked the £2000 cake, only for our parents to laugh, explaining it only made the day better. I drove away from my life, from myself.

"Sorry." I muttered, feeling guilty at snapping. He already believed this was his fault, I didn't want to aid that mind-set.

"This is killing me Saige." His voice was filled with pain as we headed out onto the highway. I turned to look at him, placing a hand on his arm. He chanced a look at me, sorrow in his eyes. "How many times do I have to say, I chose this. I choose you." I finalise. He pulled my hand to his mouth, attaching a lengthened kiss to my knuckles. My nerves disappeared.