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19: Dirty Property
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Marco's POV Like a rocket, fueled by impulse, I dove for Elara, arms around her, hands palming her small head to shield her, we crashed beneath the table with a loud thud. "Giù! Get down!” I pulled out my gun, clicking the trigger in place. Pushing her in, I spun my back to the ground to get a good view of the place. The loud wailing and cry of the staff and the deep agony of Mr. Benedict filled the air. No gunshot, nothing. “No. No. No.” Elara whimpered, clutching at me like a second skin. Arms and legs around me in a tight grip. “Please… I beg you.” Her groan jerked in a soft sob, tears pouring out her eyes like a river. Attached to me, she was trembling like a jellyfish, deeply inhaling and holding her breaths longer than she normally would. “Listen to me,” I brushed air off her face, caressing her chubby cheeks. “You're safe…”She shook her head, refusing to let go, refusing to believe the slightest word other than my presence. “I have to go, Elara.” I managed to peel her
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Elara's POV “Your phone.” Marco tossed it to me like it were an object, and walked to the private study erected at the extreme. Still in the madness of the scary incident at the party, he returned to work. Kaid on the other hand was yet to return, the same as Lorenzo. “Can I still visit?” His muscles tensed and he looked straight ahead. I could feel his cold gaze as though his eyes were at the back of his head. Not pushing my luck, I picked up the phone before it would be taken back from rage. Collpsing in bed, I dialed Evelyn’s and Alice’s numbers. A few times, it got sent to voice-mail, other times, they didn't respond. Oh, god.I pressed my eyes shut. The fear of losing them weighed strong, causing me to blonk back tears. It just had to be the scary image of that skull served as my dinner. My stomach churned and Bile welled up in my throat. Even if they were okay, I would still hurt. Perhaps they despise me for breachijg communication, or think I abandoned them. It would h
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Elara's POVSofia isn't blood?!!! She isn't a Conti?!!!I didn't know how to digest the news. The look on Lady Lucia's face said it all. She wasn't joking. Not like I expected her to cook up anything just to make me feel good. First, she wasn't entirely a fan of me, so this wouldn't make any sense if she tried to dish her to please me. Also, she was Lady Lucia in flesh and blood; anything that she utters is a pure fact that was already refined thoroughly. “Yes,” she nodded, as if claring my doubts. “Promise.”I gulped dryly, weighing the heavy words. A promise was an oath, and to a dark family like hers, it was like an initiation. “I… I promise not to leak a word.” My throat was suddenly dried, needing anything to distract myself. For all it's worth, the Contis are not psychopaths or pollutants. If they weren't related, then she had every right to make love to him… The mere thought of it made my stomach churn. I hated it, hated that Sofia could get whatever she wanted… him. But
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Elara’s POV “Hey,” Marco’s steel voice stopped me from leaving immediately. He was standing on the terrace, back pressed to the railing as he smoked and sipped from his glass of whiskey.“Take my card, get whatever you want.” He pulled out his black platinum card and stretched it over to me.Quite confused, I tilted my head to the side to get a better view of him. My eyes rolled, demanding he explain further. I was already dressed and ready to meet Evelyn. “I’m not going shopping,” I mumble on my spot. “I just need to speak with her.”“Without appeasing her? That’s lame.” He shrugged. “I know girl’s meetings are sometimes lavish.” He still kept the card in between us. “Do something for fun.” I chuckled and watched him drag on his cigar, then puffed. The heels of my boots clicked as I approached him. “I’ve got my own money, Mr. Marco Conti.” “Well, I want you to spend my money, Miss Elara Saint Clair.”I pushed my bag to the back and wrapped my arms around him. He dropped the gla
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Elara’s POV ‘I almost died, Evie… Can you not be so blinded with rage?’My fingers danced around my keyboard as I contemplated wiping the text and letting things be. A part of me wouldn’t allow it, especially since I wronged her so badly. First, I owed her an explanation, and second, I needed to be close enough to know how far Matthew’s investigation was coming up. I mean, I hated that Marco was a lover of blood, but Matthew wasn’t a saint either, and I would hate to see Marco go to jail for doing the world a favor.“Is there a problem?” Marco’s voice was soft in my ears. I spent my day trying to please him, cooking and sizzling myself as an extra dish. Now, we were cuddled in bed. His arm was over my shoulder as he pulled me to himself and kissed my head.“Nothing much.” I tapped send and locked my phone. The thoughts of Evelyn flew out the window and got blown away with the night’s air when I stared into his cool eyes. There was love and comfort, and something I couldn’t really
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Marco’s POV As cozy as a family, we lounged in the garden. Elara was beside me on the fancy bench lined by lilies and blooming flowers. Her head lay on my shoulder and her arms curled around my waist. I hugged her arm and pulled her in, my chin rested on her hair. I watched the little girl play freely in the garden. She chased Birdie and collapsed when Birdie was about to win. When the poor cat came to her rescue, she would hold the cat down, and run off. Elara's blood.Would our kids be this loveable and bubbly? I was a cold fucker. It would be awful if I had one resemble me, except the kid takes on Madre's genes. She was way too loveable. Violet ran in my direction and suddenly crouched on her knees. She giggled and crawled after the cat.“Baby,” Elara groaned. “You're gonna get yourself dirty.” Her motherly instinct swiftly kicked in. “Mama is tired, you'll have to wash them.”She reached for the little girl and I held her back. “Let her.” My eyes remained on the sweet sou
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 84: Love Birds
Elara's POV “I love you, Elara.”My heartbeat raced hard against my chest. For ages, I've waited till this day. I had planned my exact reply and how I would react, but now… I was dumbstruck.“So badly that I'd give up my life for you.” Marco continued his overdue confession, his tone was deeply laced with sincere emotions, anyone could feel it. “Elara, If you ever desire, I would give up my empire, and build a cozy family with you in the countryside.” His voice trailed off. He slightly ducked his head, but not without me seeing the glimpse of teardrop. My Marco Conti… The only man who made being a slave a luxury. “But if also wish to leave…”I didn't wait for him to finish, didn't let him try to push me away any further… and certainly didn't let my rational thoughts ruin this moment. Like a bee to hive, I latched onto him, melting into his arms like Gelato. Our worlds merged into one, with his taking a good dose of my sanity. My hands palmed his hard face and I kissed him. Hard
HIS: The Mafia King's Property 83: Unforgivable Sin
Elara's POV ‘Marco is a fucking bastard! A freaking piece of shit who will never deserve me!...Nor his child!’My heart was ripped into tiny shreds when I woke up to emptiness. The sedation had worn off, leaving me with subtle traces of pain from the odd burning sensation of the poison. At first, I was okay with the absence… a matter of fact, I didn't want him to know… I wanted to recover and go home. Then, Dr. Schwartz came in and informed me of my dead baby and Marco's departure. I wasn't sure how to feel… I wasn't sure if to explode…I still am not. It was how easily he chose his selfish desires over my well-being. And now, I would never live with an iota of regret for keeping his child away from him. “You're now free to go, Miss Elara.” Dr. Schwartz’s croaked voice blared. I looked down at my phone, and Marco still wasn't responding. I've been on it since last night. How cruel could the sweetest man get?Tears rolled down my cheeks and I turned away to wipe them, hiding m
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Marco’s POV‘Food poisoning?!’This was the first… and she wasn't close to Evelyn for me to recklessly throw the blame. Elara wasn't psychopathic either to try to poison herself…Oh, no!My heart was racing hard against my chest. I shut my eyes and tried to even my breath, just so the nasty thought would go away. I was losing my damn mind.Like a cripple, I bent and reached for the couch at the other end, then slumped in it. Slowly, I tried to take control of my emotions. Schwartz saw it. He knew it was his cue to leave.“I’m a call away.” He set the test result on the bedside table and hurried out.I stretched my long legs and my jaws clenched. My dark eyes pinned on Elara’s weak frame.‘Did she try to abort my baby?’I couldn't help but nurse the crazy thought. ‘Marco. FERMATI! STOP!’My mind screamed at me. But I couldn't push the thoughts away. ‘The baby was three weeks old, she might have gotten a clue, right?’‘Else, why did she choose for the time I was away to get terrib
