50: Wrecking Ball

Marco's POV 

‘That little bastard.’ 

Standing high on the lounge's terrace, I watched the little drama between Elara and the silly moron. 

A man dumb enough to go for someone else's property, with a full blown mark on her body. 

And definitely a man with a death wish. 

I had so much to worry about and Elara just decided to add to it in her loving wish. 

For a minute, I could swear on my balls that I thought we had something going on…

The total surrender, need to be cuddled… such a fucking ass pretender. 

Her heart was more plastic than the whole ass and boobs of fake city baddies combined. 

When she left with Alma, I followed from afar. It wasn't hard considering I always have trackers on my car. Just when I was starting to feel bad for letting her miss the funeral, boom, her short ass dude appeared. 

He must be so special for her to carry her baby out of the house without caring to bath her. 

Again, I followed them to this… cheap outlet. 

The only good thing about this place was that it had a lounge that oversaw the dinner. A flip of cash, I booked it for the whole day, and only let the two love birds remain. 

If I was going to create a ruckus, I needed to be discreet. 

“Tell me, Lilian,” his croaked voice demanded. 

Using a voice enhancer, I could hear them like I was right beside them. 

“How about I get back to you?” Elara's voice was shaky. 

Leaning over, I marked every fucking movement the dude made.

He reached for her hand and claimed it, caressing a spot as he walked along her body. 

‘Not now, Marco!’

The voice in my head screamed. 

My fingers clutched tightly around the glass, threatening to smash it into pieces and rain them on the fucker. Hopefully, one would slice his eyes and another his throat, then the harsh liquor would bathe his wounds. 

“I've always had my eyes on you, Lily,” he adjusted closer. “You're beautiful… too fucking beautiful to resist.” 

She pulled away and he filled the gap. 

“I've seen you follow your boss and even though his character is nothing to write home about, I decided to invest millions in that deal just to be closer to you.”

“What?” Elara gasped and scoffed. “Are you stalking me?” 

He hummed and sucked in air. “I wouldn't put it like that. Let's say I'm playing your games.”

She shook her head, but said nothing. 

“Too sad he had to fire you. I wish I could punch him in the face.” He hissed. “Well, I did, took my money back.” 

“Does Evelyn know about this?” She stuttered, her voice sounded hurt. 

“Nah.” He shook his head. “After discovering you left your home, I had to use her as my tool.” He chuckled. “Poor lady is too dumb to figure.” 

Again, he reached for her, but Elara pushed so hard that she almost fell off the bench. 

“You're the dumb and creepy one.” She smacked his hand off. “Stay the hell away from me.” 

She looked terrified. It was in her reaction as she scanned the place for help. 

Times up, little man. 

Abandoning my heaven, I hopped down the rusty steps, and hastily walked towards the dinner at the back. 

Their voice got louder by seconds. 

Now, he was onto her. She was crushed to the end of the bench, and his robust frame trapped her like a squid. 

Probably the reason he choose a remote place with barely any camera to save their bankrupt ass. 

“Hey fucker.”

I tapped on his shoulder. 

He let go off Elara and turned to see who it was. 

Like I had always wished for, I went for his throat, sinking my fist in his wind pipe and breaking every fiber. 

He gasped loudly, losing his voice for a moment. 

And loving the drill, I went for his guts, driving my balled fist in his abdomen, hoping to destroy his organs with a punchline. 

“Stop. Please.”

Too weak to keep up his badboy act, he fell on the ground with a heavy thud, while one hand nursed his belly, and the other his wrecked throat. 

Elara jumped up and ran behind me, suddenly finding refuge in a psychopathic demon. 

How convenient. 

“You'd learn to stay off other's property.” I gave him a brief note. 

On the floor, he nodded aggressively. 

“You did all the research there is and failed to do a tiny on the man who she belongs to.” My voice was as dark as the next move I conceived. “No one touches what's mine, and you did worse.”

Before he could scramble away, I picked the heavy wine bottle… his curse. Perhaps an expensive one wouldn't be so heavy like a brick. 

Smashing it on his head, the glass broke into pieces. It rained on him, with a few digging into his scalp. 

Elara choked on a scream, just as he cried for help. 

“This lesson would do. Maybe. Maybe not.” 

Abandoning him to groan in terrifying pain, I grabbed Elara's hand and dragged her along. 

She didn't protest, which was unlike the sassy lady I woke up to this morning. 

In thick silence, I drove off, with her right next to me in the passenger's front seat. With Elara, there was no guarantee what she'd do next. 

I made my first stop at Evelyn's place. 

Once and twice, I knocked. 

She was half dressed, and playing with Violet who she had now bathed. Her eyes popped out of her sockets in shock. 

“Big papa!” 

She screeched and unexpectedly hugged me, her tiny frame wrapped around my legs, as she tried to get them around me. 

This little monster doesn't seem to have any enemy. 

Stern face, hard jaws, I cleared my throat. 

Elara peeled her little potato off me and carried her in her arms. The ladies knew better than to say as little as ‘Hey… hello… shit.’ 

“Big papa is an angry bird.” 

The little girl gossiped to her mum as we walked down to the parked car. 

“Shhh,” Elara tried to cover her small lips. “That's an awful thing to say about a… a good man.”

Cheap blackmail. 

Once we got home, I deposited them in, and drove out the next minute. I haven't had the time to talk extensively with Ramson or do my own findings. 

Elara's punishment would be for later. 

Diverting my plans at the dine minute, I drove to Lorenzo’s place. If he was in on the petty games with Sofia, I would discover soon. 

I've made calls to airports and private traveling agencies, but no ticket number had Sofia's details, which meant that she was still in the city. 

And it also means she needed an accomplice. Who better than her step-cousin? Plus, they had a thing in common; hating Elara. 

“Good day, Don.” A soldato greeted and opened the gate after seeing the plate number. 

I drove in, bypassing the garage, and driving right to the doorstep of his humongous mansion. 

Oddly, soldati clustered outside his compound like honey bees to comb. They tried to say something, but didn't. 

Suspecting that something was fishy, I barged into the house, only to meet sweaty Lorenzo pounding a red-haired bitch. 

He pinned her on her shoulder, rolled her like dough, her pussy bleeding red, and ass wide open with a fucking key hole. 

Pounding like a beast, he lashed her, slapping her with his big balls.

Fuck. 

“Jeez!” He jumped out of her ass on seeing me. “What the fuck?!” 

Unashamed, the bitch laid open, beckoning on me to join in their fun. 

I didn't give any reaction, just watched my sweaty cousin cuss me out. 

“Fucking leave us.” He scolded the lady and poured himself liquor, then sat recklessly, not even offering me anything. 

At least, his robe covered his lower body. 

I wasn't ready to see his cock covered with creampie. 

“Would you sit?”

I looked at his violated couch and the others that now scared me. Heaven knows what they've been through. 

Chosing to stand, I crossed my arms in front of me. 

“Suit yourself.” He sighed. “What do you want?” 

“Sofia. Where is she?” 

His gaze narrowed. “I don't get it.” 

“We both know you're her favorite cousin. So, where is she?” 

He sighed and gulped. “Since you chased her out of the house, she is giving everyone attitude.”

“Crap.” I cut him off. “Sofia is hiding.”

His expression turned horrid. He set the drink aside and picked his robe, but not without showing off his whitish dick. 

“Why would she be hiding? Is someone after her?” 

“I should be asking you.” 

He knotted his robe and came closer. “What the fuck are you saying? Spot spitting vague shit. Where is Sofia?!”

“Hey.” I stopped him with a snap of my fingers. “Enough of all this bullshit. You don't care about her more than I do.” 

He chuckled and sighed. “Because of your mess,” he poked my chest with his index finger. “She left the family's house.” He poked again. “Just pray she is not going through depression, or doing some dumb shit.” 

Our eyes locked in a fierce battle. 

“Cuz I will hunt you, brother.”

He gave me the last poke before turning to search for his phone. Probably to call her. 

Their drama had nothing on me. 

“We'll see.” I yell after him as he went upstairs to have a good release. “And I hope you save some balls for the fight.”

Walking out in slow motion, I smoothly pressed a camera to the fancy white lamp on the wall. 

Hopefully, I caught Sofia on camera before he'd wipe me out with his pornography.