My Mafia Lovestory

ity cleared, and her bed unmade. Jamie assumed she had left in the dead of night, running away with what she could. Right now,

skin as he drove here. However, the moment he saw her father's face, he knew she was gone. He was seething with ang

his pocket, dialling the

growled. "Tell me y

outside a psychiatric hospital; she had just pu

mo

nd hadn't gotten far. "Keep an eye on he

arry said, a look of shame

"She's mine now." He tells him with possessiveness that can make anyone

nd demanding the driver step on it. He reached the hospital within half an hour,

is man greatly for do

with an engagement ring on her finger. The last preparations for the wed

ng her mother; thus, Jamie patiently

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Her mother was her twin. Julie particularly ran into the room, scooping the woman into her arms.

eks. Her episodes came on much harder, and the antipsychotic drugs had no effect.

d in her ear. "Let'

r. She had mentioned it to the doctor, though she did not

sked with a shaky voice. "I was loo

ars filling her eyes. "I'm sorry I haven't co

ght?" She frowned. "I'll give him a

eave her mouth with an ache. "Don't worry abo

ing to tell her what her ex

was where she felt safest. Even if her mother couldn't quite grasp reality, Julie never doubted her moth

e he didn't love her from the beginning, and she didn't love him either. They were strangers forced to live under a safe roof

r woman with a clip, poked her head th

kes her to the waiting room, and they perch on arm chairs beside each other. She flippe

sorry we can't do that." She said, "Your mother has been deteriorating in the last two to three weeks,

r throat, her fists clenching

ntil she ge

e 6 weeks t

Julie could run now and never look back, but at the cost of leaving her

ever leave

e asked, seeing the look of

xcused herself and returned to her

words slurring. "I was

oon when the slots opened up again. She left the building deep in thought. Helplessness was all she felt right now. The

help her. He had al

uth, pulling her back against a hard chest. She attempted to scream, but her attacker h

t going to be taken that easily. Flailing her arms, she did everything she could to try and free herself. Biting, hitting,

wn her cheeks. Warm and wet tears dripping on the attacker's hand. She could feel them

, then a sudden prickle against the side of her neck. A needle. She

m her stomach. She clenched onto her strong arms to retain her balance, but her knees couldn't keep her up as she buckled under her own weight

rse from th

heir spiced vanilla scent with a hint of lemon filled