the walk out of the silent mansion was like no other, we all walked side by side, stepping over a few bodies.
we got away in the limo, drinking and taking shots as a way to celebrate. well, we drank and clay watched.
the car ride was full of laughter and insults being thrown at each other
we finally reached the castle like mansion and clay had a hard time taking care of us, we stumbled out of the limo, the three of us laughing and trying to keep our balance
I steady myself on clay, he looks down at me smiling, watching as I struggled to catch my breath
clay signalled two guards over to us, asking one of them to take George to his room and the other one to take nick to his room
the guards left with the two guys.
"wow youre taking me to my room? cant believe im getting special treatment right now" I say slurring
"I dont trust other men around you when youre in this state" he replies softly.
he tries to lead me to the building and to my room, but I struggle to walk, "god I didn't even realise how much you had to drink" he says shaking his head
"hmm?" I hum and before I know it clay throws me over his shoulder, his arms around my legs making sure I dont fall
"wow you are so very gentle clay" I say, sarcasm clear in my voice even though im slurring, clay laughs slightly
"thank you drunk y/n" he says, he pushes the door to my room open with his leg, "youre welcome now put me down you ass" I say.
"as you wish" he says and im taking by surprise, "wait no not on the floor-" I say but I am cut off and my back hits the soft material of my bed
i sit up on the edge of my bed, "like i said youre so gentle" i say glaring again, "might wanna stop giving me the attitude before you regret it" clay say looking at me while he loosens his tie
"fuck clay why the fuck are you so hot" i say watching him infront of me, his white shirt clung onto his body, his sleeves were rolled up and his tie rested around his collar
clay stares into my eyes as i scan his body taking in the sight before me, i guess alcohol makes you confident huh?
clay raises an eyebrow at me when i meet his eyes again, "hm i dont know, i just am" he says smiling, i drag him down by the tie so that we were now face to face, "clay if you dont kiss me right now" i say
he rolls his eyes, "youre drunk y/n im not going to kiss you" he says, "fine i'll just not sleep then" i reply crossing my arms
"y/n" he says, "what" i reply, "dont make this difficult" he says, i glare at him.
"okay that's it youre going to bed" clay says his arms reaching for me, "nooooo" i yell, "y/n shut up" clay says
"make me bitch" i reply as im thrown over his shoulder for the second time today, "y/n dont fucking say that" he says struggling to keep me in place as i fight back
"make me make me make me" i say trying to get on his nerve, "oh my god" clay groans
he finally places me down on my pillow and throws my blanket over me, once he's sure that i wasn't going to get up he steps away from me
"get some sleep y/n" he says walking towards the door as i get more cosy, "hey clay?" i call out when i hear the door open, "stay with me? please" i mutter out
silence was all i heard before i heard the door shut, followed by footsteps
clay lays beside me, my back facing his chest, he kept a distance between us
i turn around to face him and close the gap between us, i throw my arms around his neck burying my face into his chest, he hesitates to wrap his arms around me, but i grab his arms, wrapping them around me
"clay?" i say into his chest, "hmm?" he replies his chest vibrating slightly, "if anybody other than me gets with you, i'll kill them, theres no one else for me. youre it for me clay. but im not good for you." i say as his grip tightens around me
yes i was drunk, yes i thought i hated him but
drunk words are sober thoughts right?
*time skip*
i wake up the next morning, a headache greeting me
i definitely drank too much, i cant remember anything.
i rub my eyes and look around, i see some painkillers and a glass of water sitting on my bedside table, there was a note.
"thought you'd need this" it read.
i take the painkiller and get out of bed, walking to the bathroom, i felt gross and sticky from yesterday.
i stare at myself in the mirror, my hair was messy, my clothes were ruffled, thank god i didn't put up makeup yesterday if not i'd wake up looking like some sort of monster
i continue staring at the reflection in the mirror as my mind races with thoughts, will it be right for me to do what i was sent here for? can i even do it?
when i started thinking too much, i distract myself, put on some music and shower, brush and do my other stuff, finally laying in bed after.
i hear knocks on the door, "come in" i yell.
clay opens the door, leaning on the doorframe as he looks at me, "hey" he says, "hi" i reply putting my phone down, "you feeling better?" he asks
"yep" i reply, "do you have any idea where George and nick are?" he asks, "yeahh i kinda asked them to go get me some stuff" i reply, clay gives me a look as if he was studying me
dont blame him though.
"oh and i brought you a donut" he says walking over to me, heading me a bag
"wow early in the morning? thank you i guess" i say joking
he rolls his eyes, "be grateful y/n" he says
i get up and stand face to face with him, this is it. this is what i came here for. to kill clay.
"thank you very much clay im so grateful" i say sarcasm clear in my voice, clay rolls his eyes again, "youre welcome y/n and now if you need me i'll be in the living room" he says, turning around to walk away
i dont miss my chance, i pull out the gun in my back pocket, raising it up.
clay spins around immediately, knocking the gun out of my hands, he grabs my wrists, "y/n" he says, i ignore him struggling to get out of his grip, i see no other way and in swift movement i flip him over and he lands on the ground.
i run for the gun which had been kicked to the other side of the room, clay grabs a hold of my leg, making me fall to the ground, he gets on top of me trying to control me, "y/n".
i keep moving about and i elbow him in the face, making his nose bleed, he pulls away from me and i run for the gun again.
i get the gun and walk back to clay, who wasn't even surprised this was happening. i mean its happened once right?
clay wipes the blood from his face looking at me as i walk up to him with a gun in my hand.
he was kneeling before me, he wasn't fighting back but why?
i raise the gun up, aiming it at his head, finger on the trigger
he stares into my eyes, god those eyes.
"clay" i say softly, this was going to be hard.
"y/n" he replies
"im sorry clay" i say pausing, "i was never good for you clay" i said again
"im so fucking sorry" i say tears forming in my eyes, "this mafia world fucks things up, that's all it does" i say as he continues to watch me
"i dont know how to trust people, i dont know how to love" i say shaking my head slightly.
"i know i act like im tough and all but im so fucking soft on the inside clay, so fucking soft" i say. "someone saw how close you were to me and asked me to kill you clay" i said explaining the situation.
"its okay y/n i understand, i put you through so much y/n and im so fucking sorry for that" he says and i feel my heart physically hurt.
"pull the trigger y/n" he said, "i understand how important power is in this mafia world" he said.
"at least i'll go out in the hands of someone i love" he says pausing, "at least people can say that i died in the hands of someone i loved and not because i was too weak to fight back. at least they can say that i was blinded by love" he said
i hesitate, my heart started hurting even more.
his lover. i was his lover and he was mine.
do i really have to kill him and give him up just so i can be powerful? do i have to give up the one person who i learnt to love?
"pull the fucking trigger y/n" he raises his voice and i snap out of my thoughts.
theres silence.
"you cant even pull the trigger" he says, "this clarifies what you said last night" he says.
"what did i say" i ask.
"doesn't matter" he says. "who says you cant love y/n?" he asks, "if you cant love then why dont you look me in the fucking eyes and pull the fucking trigger" he says
realisation hits. i love him.
i put the gun down slowly, tears becoming heavier.
i fall to the ground crying, this was too much. i lost techno, someone i loved, i cant lose him, i cant lose clay.
"oh my god, clay im so sorry" i say dropping the gun and covering my face, clay rushed to me holding me close. "shh its okay" he says as he lets his hand run through my hair.
he cups my face and makes me face him, "youre not a bad guy y/n" he says wiping the tears. "its okay to love y/n, its okay to feel scared, youre safe now y/n, no one is ever going to hurt you again" he says.
he pulls me off the ground and hugs me tight, "now stop crying, i wanna see your smile" he says smiling at me.
"oh also do you wanna hear the favour i have in my mind or the question ive been meaning to ask first?" he ask.
"hmm let me hear the favour first" i say sniffling. "kiss me" he says, i smile getting on my tip toes to kiss him, the kiss was soft and warm. i felt safe.
we pull apart, "okay now for the question" he says, i look at him, "do you y/n, want to run this mafia alongside me?" he asks and i nod eagerly.
he cups my face, "last night you told me to stay with you and i did, then you told me that i was it for you, wanna know something y/n?" he asks, "hmm?" i question.
"youre it for me too. i dont want anyone else" he says
this is how we began our new journey, as lovers.
i thought i couldn't and wouldn't be able to find love but he showed me otherwise.
he gave me the love that ive always wanted and allowed me to show him love.
we hated each other, wait let me rephrase that.
we hated the fact that we couldn't be together.
but now that we were here, beside each other, we realised that even with our tough profile, we could love.
he was it for me, i was it for him.
end.
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OMG GUYS.
THIS BOOK HAS CAME TO AN END
KINDA IN TEARS RN LOL
EMOTIONAL ENDING:')
IVE GROWN SO ATTACHED TO THE CHARACTERS:(
HOPE U LIKED IT
LOVE U ALWAYS, MWAH
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