CHAPTER 7

MARCUS SCREECHED TO a stop in front of the main mansion.

"This is your stop," He said.

Julian nodded. "We should be getting word from the Murphys soon."

"I will be expecting it," Marcus said.

"You are acting on impulse, Marcus," Julian said.

Mafxus chuckled. "Get out of my car, Julian… or I drive you to my house and you suffer a breakfast with my wife."

Julian laughed and got out. "Son of a bitch!"

"I thought so," Marcus laughed and zoomed off.

He and his wife stayed in the other mansion on the estate. It was good for a little privacy.

He drove into the driveway and got out. He took a deep breath, every day, it got harder to stand Melissa. He loosened his tie as he walked into the grand foyer.

Melissa was lounging on a couch, holding a glass of champagne, and scrolling through her tablet when Marcus walked in. She raised her eyes to acknowledge him.

"How did the meeting go?" She asked.

Marcus grunted. "We did not kill each other. There was no shooting either," he removed his tie.

"That means it went well then," She said, standing up.

"You could say so," Marcus replied.

"I had one of the servants run you a warm bath," she walked towards him and unbuttoned his shit. "I could join you if you want."

Marcus shook his head and turned away. "It seemed like you were having a good time, besides I won't stay in there for long, I have to head out soon. I have a meeting."

Melissa's lips pouted but she didn't argue. She sat back down and picked up her flute of champagne. "Tonight then?"

"From the meeting, I will be going to visit a friend. Don't wait up," Marcus said walking into an interior room and closing the door.

"Would you like me to tail him, miss?"

Melissa shook her head, "There is no need Jimmy," she stared at the door through which Marcus had walked in. "Besides, he would find out and kill you."

The bodyguard nodded and stepped back.

When Melissa had moved into the Salvatore family as Marcus's wife, she had brought along some help with her.

But instead of bringing some servant girls, she had brought a gang of 5 men who were fiercely loyal to her. They reported to her and her alone and would protect her at any cost. They were always around her unless she had some sent on some sort of secret errand.

Marcus took one look at the steaming water in the jacuzzi and scoffed.

"There's no way in hell that I'm getting into that!" He muttered to himself and got into the shower. He turned on the warm spray and allowed himself to relax as warm water poured all around him.

His mind wandered back to the morning. When he met Olivia.

Just thinking of the gentle sway of her hips, he felt his cock swelling with each beat of his heart. His fucking wife was outside and he was thinking of how sexy another woman was. And it was not just any woman, but his ex-girlfriend.

Even if he did not feel any love for his wife, there was something that his father had ingrained into his brain long ago, and that was loyalty to family. Melissa was family, whether he liked it or not, and he had to be loyal to her.

He released a long string of Italian curses as he switched off the shower and turned on the cold spray. He stilled himself as ice-cold water washed over him.

He sighed and washed up.

A few minutes later, he stepped out of his room, fully dressed in an Italian three-piece suit. His wife was nowhere to be found as Marcus picked out the key to one of the luxury cars in the garage.

"She is in the sunroom, sir," a bodyguard said.

Marcus nodded and walked out. It was one of those fucking Chinese men that had followed her from her family. He did not trust them one bit but did not have a choice. As long as Melissa wanted them here, they would be here.

He got into his car and drove out of the estate, heading to nowhere in particular.

He drove aimlessly around the city for over an hour. Driving cleared his head and after almost 2 hours of cruising the city, he parked at the entrance of a pub. An Irish pub. Considering everything, including the fact that he was alone, that didn't deter him as he got out of his car and walked into the pub.

As soon as he stepped inside, word spread, and whispers grew until the rowdy crowd silenced and all eyes fell on him.

He looked around absently and made his way to the bar, seeming oblivious to the murmurs that followed him as the crowd parted. He took a seat on a stool.

"Give me a glass of Irish Whiskey," He said. The barman nodded, reached behind him, poured a drink into a glass cup, and slid it over the counter.

Marcus took the cup, turned, and gave an exaggerated stare at the men around him before he put the cup to his mouth slowly and drank. It was a show.

When the men saw that he was just here to drink, the tension lessened and the noise began again.

Marcus took out a cigar and leaned forward for it to be lit. As the barman put a lighter at the tip, a shadow fell over Marcus. He raised his eyes to see the Irish man, whom he had punched in the face earlier today. The man held an icepack to his nose as he glared down at Marcus.

"What're ye doing 'ere?" The man asked. His accent was so thick that it took Marcus some seconds for his brain to process it. "Did you 'ear me?" The man asked. "I said, what're you doing 'ere?"

Marcus straightened, took a long puff, and blew it into the face of the Irish man, before he said, "I'm here for a drink and a smoke. So you have a problem with that?"

The man stood unmoving for a while, and then he sat beside Marcus and held the ice pack to his face.

"You got hit real bad," Marcus smirked.

"Yeah, no shit shit!" The man snapped.

"Oi, Declan," a smaller man called. "The ceann an teaghlaigh is in the back room, and he wants to see yer."

The bruised man stood up, gave Marcus a long, hard stare, and then walked away. Marcus scoffed and sat there, sipping down his Whiskey and listening to gangster gossip.

He glanced at his watch, it was almost time for dinner with Olivia and her son. He placed a thick wad of cash on the counter and walked out.

As he got into the car and drove off, he remembered Olivia's parting words, warning him to stay away from her and her son. He was going to respect that warning concerning her son, but not her.

Just thinking of seeing her again was making his cock swell.

"I should fucking call one of Janice's girls to suck me off," He muttered to himself, talking about the queen of prostitutes on the east coast.

"I am going to have to control myself," He said, drumming his fingers on the steel steering wheel. "Can't turn up showing with a hard cock, that would further traumatize the kid."

Putting all his neared under control, when he parked carefully in the driveway of the house, his trousers were normal. He got out and said the faint patter of feet from inside the house.

He had barely rang the bell before it opened. Jake stood behind the door, grinning up at Marcus. "Come in, Marcus," He said, leading them into the house. "Mother said she'll be down soon."

"Hmm," Marcus said, sitting down and preparing to wait for Olivia. They didn't have to wait for long because she came out after a few minutes. She dressed in a mix of elegance and simplicity.

At the sight of her again, Marcus felt his cock respond and jump. He wanted to stand up to welcome her to her seat, but he feared that his dick would come as a major shock to the child so he remained seated.

"I see you've made yourself comfortable," Olivia snapped as she walked in.

Marcus nodded, "Jake let me in," He said, winking at the child who giggled in reply.

Olivia pinned him down with a stare.

"Mummy, can we eat now?" Jake called from his seat.

"Yes, baby," Olivia said, her eyes not leaving Marcus's. "You can eat."

Marcus was grateful for the table covering his lower half, or else his election would have been on full display. Olivia's hostility just turned him on the more.

"Is anybody else still being mean to you?" Marcus asked Jake, who shook his head and proceeded to tell the table about his new friends.

Marcus listened absently to Jake's tale, most of his attention panned on Olivia who looked uncomfortable as she picked on her food.

When Jake was done talking and eating, he hopped down from his seat and carried his plate away.

"And brush your teeth too," Olivia called at him. "I'll come to tuck you into bed in a few minutes."

Marcus placed his spoon on the plate and rested back, "You raised him well," He said. "He's a good kid."

Olivia nodded blandly and stood up. "Do you mind?"

Marcus stood up and drained his glass of water. Olivia led him to the door, "You have changed, Olivia," he said.

She kept mute and held the door open. Marcus stepped outside and turned to look at her, "What has not changed is the way you'll react when I kiss you."

Marcus stepped closer, waiting to see if she'd close the door in his face, she didn't. He lowered his head but when he was just a breath away, he stopped, "On second thoughts, I won't. It'll just keep you up the whole night, wishing I gave you more."

Olivia snapped back to reality with a gasp and slammed the door in his face.

Marcus chuckled and walked back to his car, horny, frustrated, and confused as he entered his car and drove away into the night.