Marco's POV
‘Time's up, bitches!’
“You. You. You.”
I pointed at Ramson's staff, one at a time, my eyes as red as a wounded bull, fingers almost sticking in their faces, and my voice deep with a thick slice of poison.
“No more going through his galleries. Stick to his call logs.”
They gulped dryly in fear and nodded, eyes pinned to my fierce statue.
“And if any fucking photo leaks…” I let out a dark chuckle. “There'd be no pieces of your body left to bury. Not even your loved ones will be spared.”
Again, they nodded firmly, too terrified to say a word in argument or defense.
With that, I turned to leave, nurturing the darkest thoughts for Kaid. I'd peel his sacs like onions and dice his testicle.
The fuck he was playing with?!
“Mr. Conti.”
Ramson rushed behind me. When I stopped, he almost bumped into me.
My stern face was all that he needed to speak. I barely had any time left to mess around.
“Uh…” He pushed his lens back to his eyes. “I think that it's a bad idea to go now.”
“Hmm.” My tone was indifferent. “Because?”
“Uh, he may escape or…”
“Shut the fuck up, Ramson.” I groaned, nose flared in rage. “Who the fuck are you to stick your nose in my business?”
He bowed an apology.
“You're paid, heavily,” I added emphasis. “Stick to the job that wipes your ass and don't try to play smartpant investigator with me.”
The room fell silent.
My vileness could be felt in every corner of the room.
Turning to leave again, I walked to the heavy black door. One of the staff rushed up to open it for me. Holding on for a minute, I dropped a last warning.
“If he makes any silly move and you're one second late,” the soft pause was for Ramson to get the consequences of any negligence. He'd relay it to his boys. “Your surgeon would be that second late to save you.”
Slam.
The door shut and I walked off.
In the car, I started it and resumed the ride home. It was about an hour away. I hoped I wouldn't get anyone killed before I arrived.
“Kaid?”
I spoke up once he picked up his phone at the first dial. Submissive soldier indeed.
“I need you to help me with a file right now.”
There was a moment of awkward silence.
“Are you home?”
“I'd be in a few minutes, Don.”
I chuckled lightly, plotting his downfall with each ticking second.
“You'd better.”
Tapping on my sensor, I ended the call. With two hands on the wheel, I fired like a lunatic, almost brushing cars and humans likewise off the road.
As for Sofia, I'd let her know how humiliating it was to drag the family name in the mud.
‘Are you any different?’
My mind mocked me. I remembered Sofia taunting Elara and labeling her a whore… a name I fostered.
But Elara was different. Well, at least she had good parents.
Fuck it. The mind trick wasn't working.
After what seemed like ages on the road, I drove down the granite pathway to the large private garage and pulled over.
“Get me Kaid.”
I randomly ordered a guard and tossed the other the car key.
“He isn't around, Don.”
He nodded and stepped aside.
“Don…”
“Out.” I shushed Francesca and jogged the flight of stairs to my room.
I needed to get dressed, get all my instruments ready,, and wait for the bastard.
My shadow cast on the white polished floor as I walked down the well-illuminated corridor. With one hand in my pocket, I twisted the knob, and the door gave way.
The room was empty.
‘Breathe, Marco… Breathe.”
Striding to the bathroom, I opened it even though there was no sign of anyone in there.
Still empty.
What was I expecting?
Jaws clenched in anger, I walked out of the room, hoping that Elara hadn't defiled my orders again. It was hard staying sane with her, and even harder making more rules when she'd only stump it in your face like trash.
On the next floor, where her baby's room was, I got to the door and opened it.
Again, I met emptiness.
This time, there were no signs of her giggling or her baby running around with that chubby orange ball.
It purred.
Lounging on the child's bed, Birdie's fierce eyes fixed on me.
Speak about the devil.
In deadly silence, I walked downstairs. My mind was racing, beating hard against my chest. It was like I'd run wild.
‘In… out…’ My mind tried poor damage control.
A few soldato paraded the living room. I signaled for one to get me my drink, and the unfortunate one stepped forward to get the message done.
He brought a tray of the bottle of liquor, a glass, and a pack of ice cubes.
I needed to be calm.
When he finished he handed me the glass. I took a sip, battling an outburst. My hand clenched tight to the glass, veins popped out, breathing hardened.
“Where is my lady?”
He bowed slightly. “She went out with…”
SMACK!!!
My knuckles crashed against his face. I could swear I heard my bones snap and his jaws distorted.
Trained in service, he held the tray tightly, taking out his pain on it, not daring to dash my drink.
“Y'all let her out, huh?”
Crash!
I swung the glass carelessly at the far end. It smacked the doorframe, and the glass pieces pierced the soldati by the door.
A brown liquid stained the white wall, the strong scent of the spirit evaporated, and the broken pieces settled in a messy heap.
“If in ten minutes, I don't see them…”
The door opened.
Elara was in view. Immediately, she sensed chaos; she tapped her baby's head, shielding her from the madness. If only she stayed out of trouble like that.
My dark eyes laid on her, boring into her soul in rage. A sneer crept the side of my lips.
This time, I'd not be merciful.
Instead of a scared lady, I saw a flicker of something different, like a burning rage.
Her face bore horror too.
It made my heart drop and increased my anxiety.
Did something happen?
She walked to the base of the steps and stopped to face me. “Upstairs.”
What. The. Fuck?!
“Lady…”
“Now.” She interrupted me with a stern tone.
I waited for her to disappear and looked at the men, my safe space to dish out my frustration.
“Fuck off. Every one of you.”
When I joined her upstairs, she was now in a furious state. Her bag was on the bed, opened too. She threw her items out of the dresser and wardrobe and every other place.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I paused by the door, hands deep in my pockets. “This dramatic when you should be on your knees?”
“If going on my knees means biting your fucking dick, I would!”
She threw items on the bed and some landed on the floor with a clatter.
“What are you doing, Lady?” I asked again, tone unwavering.
She stopped and scoffed. “For a second, I thought you were this sane.” She demonstrated, her fingers made a pinch sign. “What did you do to Matthew?”
I shrugged, unbothered.
“He fucked with you.”
“It was not your fucking fight!”
She yelled, smashing perfume bottles on the ground. My house was a mess. First, downstairs, and now, my safe space.
“So what now, huh? Blaming me for getting rid of a pussy? I'm doing the world a favor.”
“Nah.” She shook her head. “You butchered…” she stopped, fighting a gag. “You're sick. Marco, you need help.”
I sighed.
All my days, I've heard that shit. But hearing it from her made me bitter.
She continued her packing.
Helpless, I watched her small frame dance about in annoyance and grief.
I didn't want her to go… Not like this.
I mean, it wasn't safe out there for her and the child.
My heart was beating too hard for my sanity.
Maybe… just maybe I went overboard. I could have just delivered his head or fingers. Argh!
Oddly, she stopped abruptly.
When she turned to face me, her eyes were burning, teary even.
She marched towards me like a monster and stopped in front of me, my huge frame didn't even scare her.
“What happened to Nathaniel?”
I sucked my teeth and chose silence.
“Swear on your mother's grave that you did nothing to him.”
“Watch it…”
“Speak!”
Her tone trailed off, hair tossed in the wind like a fresh demon from hell.
When I didn't, she choked on a laugh, getting all the response she needed.
She gasped. Even though she suspected, the news hit her hard. She pressed her fingers to her head as if shielding her brain.
“You. Are.” She poked my chest with her fingers, counting each word. “Pathetic. A cursed prick.”
“Elara…”
“Don't you dare.” She scowled. “You'll stay out of my life and my child's.”
I hunched, crushing into her space, face almost kissing hers. “You're in mine, don't you think?”
SMACK!
I wasn't expecting violence.
The spot she slapped stung, sending ecstatic ripples throughout my body. It felt good… like the relief I needed. Not the damn alcohol.
“Do it again.”
Her eyes widened. She shook her head in disbelief and took two steps backward.
“I'm leaving, and filing a restraining order. You're unbelievable.”
She pushed me to the side, and I almost tripped down. Forcing past the small space by the door, she dashed out, running with all her might.
I didn't run.
Ready for business, I doubled my pace, following her scent, her pounding footsteps on the hard floor… her panic.
She ran downstairs, leaving her child's room. It was unlike her. When I got downstairs, the staff had fled out, and there she was, small and fierce, having a knife pointed in my direction.
The sharp blade glistened and her hands clutched tightly.
“Either one of us dies.” Her bitter promise broke me.
Marco's POV “Elara, drop the knife…”“Stay away from me.” She thrust the sharp blade forward. “I'm serious.”Her voice was shaky. Just like her hands. Fear, anxiety, pain… I fed off them, but this ripped my heart, pulled the soft muscles, and pricked my skin. “Listen to me…”“Marco.” She warned, breathing labored each second. “I'm warning you.”Eyes not on the weapon, but on her, holding her gaze carefully, silently whispering words to her. Now, I was at the base of the stairs, a few inches away from her. She staggered backward, clutching the weapon in both hands. “Let's not do this, Elara.” I muffled, replacing her steps with mine. “God.” She groaned, hitting the edge of a couch. That was it, she didn't move again. Now, I was more careful. “Put down the weapon.” I gently ordered. “Elara…”I reached for her hand, but she shoved the knife forward, plunging the tip into my palm. I groaned but didn't pull away. Instead, I let the blade sear deep into my palm, tearing down my s
Elara’s POV “What the heck?!”I sprang to my feet at my mother’s revelation. The words were hard to digest and for the hundredth time, I hoped it was a stunt. “Get ready, we’re hosting your betrothed for breakfast, tomorrow.” Sitting graciously in her seat with her legs crossed at the knee, there were no signs of remorse or anything I expected. Beside her, my father just looked at me with what seemed like pity. He folded the newspaper he was reading and tried poor damage control. “Look, honey,” he muffled. “It's for the best…”“I'm not even ready.” I angrily cut him off. “And even if I were, it would never be to a stranger.” “Young lady,” my mother snapped. “I can tolerate your cussing, but what I won't take is you disobeying your father.” This wasn't a joke after all. “He's not a stranger. Plus, he's a good guy.” I held back a series of sobs about to rip out. All my life, I had taken orders from them and lived under their umbrella like the decent daughter of a clergyman sho
Elara’s POV “No. No. No…” My heart sank as I stared hard at the pregnancy strip. It's been four weeks since the reckless affair. Suddenly feeling strange and missing my period, I had to get the test kit after much reluctance. “Please, god.” I mumbled, my fingers shook terribly. This felt like the longest one minute of my lifetime. Two marks?!My heart dropped deep into my stomach, with my guts twisting hard on themselves. It felt like I would pass out. Thick beads of sweat broke out of my pores and drenched me in ruin. First, I was engaged to a man I barely knew, gave my virginity to a freaking stranger who was reckless enough to bang me without protection, and now… “Argh!” I fell flat on my butt and cried. The sting from the fall wasn't as brutal as my broken heart, blocking the painful sensation as a result. My whole life was in shambles!!!“No. This can't be happening.” I groaned in severe pain and scoffed in disbelief. Unexpectedly, I heard my room door burst open and t
Elara’s POV ‘Let this be our little dirty secret.’ My mother’s words continued to replay in my head. Tonight, over dinner, I’d decide if to get rid of the baby, or pin it on Nathaniel. Or, let Marco in…Standing on the subway, I looked at the grand building that had ruined my life. Quite shaky, I was not ready to face the devil twice. Perhaps if he was warm, it would only be to get in between my thighs twice. A man like him dreaded commitment, talk more of with a loose stranger like myself. Tears stung my eyes. I was about to experience a meltdown in public. I couldn't fathom getting rid of an innocent child. ‘Not now, Elara.’I cautioned myself and shut my eyes for a while, so I could get myself together. Sin. Filth. Darkness. They were the only thing Marco reeked of. Even if he accepted responsibility, he wasn't a man I could take to my parents, or show to the world, or even be around my baby. ‘What have I done?!’ Oddly, the strong wave of his cologne, coupled with the fee
MARCO’S POV “Your father’s killer is on the run.” Kaid informed me, his voice as cold as ice as he yapped. We were on the terrace of my 80-foot tall mansion and holding my glass of brandy and my cigar, I dragged and gulped, the strong mix of alcohol and mint-flavored cigar hit me hard in my guts…Just as fucking hard as Elara! I scoffed and bit my lower lip, weird emotions consumed me, spreading smoothly like poison. She was young and naive. That night, I had groomed her to be mine, only to meet her absence. Somehow, her actions bruised my ego in an irredeemable way, and it made me detest and crave her at the same time. Her smooth skin was like white chocolate beneath my hard brown one, sweet-smelling fragrance, and provocative innocence! Never has a lady crossed my bed twice, but with Elara, it was my freaking mind! I had caught her sight when she stood afar as if trying to call for me. So, I stalked her and found out who she truly was. The daughter of an arch-enemy! After
Elara’s POV Three Years Later.“... Your daughter just fell off the stairs and she is in a bad state.” Numb. Dumb. My mouth fell a gap but no words formed. With my mind going blank for a minute, I stuttered in utter confusion. My heart pounded as if it would explode.“Come to the hospital right away, Miss Lilian.” The cold tone of Violet’s teacher echoed in my head. The call dropped. My cute three-year-old was supposed to be in school and I was going to pick her up in about an hour… Not this crap! ‘Paediatrics Emergency Ward. Mardi Clinic.’My phone chimed with the message. I shot up and bolted for the door, not caring about how shabby I looked. I hissed the address once I flagged down the first taxi. Mumbling strings of prayers, my eyes shut to hold back tears. My legs quivered and I was this close to tossing the driver out of the window and driving myself there, that's if I wouldn't be long dead from the crazy speed. On arrival, I paid him and jumped down without waiting fo
Marco’s POV Shocked. Terrified…Watching Elara’s pretty face turn paper white as she was drenched in horror, I read off her reactions, unable to place the last emotions that lingered. Guilt?...“Are you- are you stalking me?” Sweet and seductive, just as I remembered, her voice trembling voice betrayed the last straw of her confidence. With each step I took towards her, she pulled backward, and the rough click of her heels scrapped the tarred road. She gasped when kissing her back and kissed the high wall of an already closed mall. Her small fingers laced in anxiety and her eyes widened as I approached her. I leaned forward, towering my huge frame over her petite ones. My outstretched hand pressed to the wall, above her head. “Is that one of your fetish?” This time, I half-crashed against her, my mouth lingering around her small face. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she pressed her eyes shut. My hand itched beside me, in need to clutch around her white fragile neck and slip
Marco’s POV From Afar, I watched Elara fumble in search of her keys. Frustrated, she slammed her forehead with her palm. I scoffed, finding humor in her clumsiness. As if she heard me, she spun in my direction. Effortlessly, I slid to a side, blending my black attire with the darkness that loomed. Bored, I played with the handle of the dagger in my gloved hand. When I followed her down here, I had hoped to slit the throat and spread the guts of her lover like peanut butter. Instead of going to him, or the client she was dressed to service, she came home. Perhaps she was terrified for one night. My jaws clenched. They wouldn't be this lucky next time. Matter of fact, every fucking dickhead that had touched her would pay for their sins. The creaking sound of her door drew my attention. She walked in and shut it, still ignorant of my presence. For about fifteen minutes, I remained on my spot, waiting... watching.The clock ticked 10 PM. Sure that she was safe and no motherfucker wo
Marco's POV “Elara, drop the knife…”“Stay away from me.” She thrust the sharp blade forward. “I'm serious.”Her voice was shaky. Just like her hands. Fear, anxiety, pain… I fed off them, but this ripped my heart, pulled the soft muscles, and pricked my skin. “Listen to me…”“Marco.” She warned, breathing labored each second. “I'm warning you.”Eyes not on the weapon, but on her, holding her gaze carefully, silently whispering words to her. Now, I was at the base of the stairs, a few inches away from her. She staggered backward, clutching the weapon in both hands. “Let's not do this, Elara.” I muffled, replacing her steps with mine. “God.” She groaned, hitting the edge of a couch. That was it, she didn't move again. Now, I was more careful. “Put down the weapon.” I gently ordered. “Elara…”I reached for her hand, but she shoved the knife forward, plunging the tip into my palm. I groaned but didn't pull away. Instead, I let the blade sear deep into my palm, tearing down my s
Marco's POV ‘Time's up, bitches!’ “You. You. You.”I pointed at Ramson's staff, one at a time, my eyes as red as a wounded bull, fingers almost sticking in their faces, and my voice deep with a thick slice of poison. “No more going through his galleries. Stick to his call logs.”They gulped dryly in fear and nodded, eyes pinned to my fierce statue. “And if any fucking photo leaks…” I let out a dark chuckle. “There'd be no pieces of your body left to bury. Not even your loved ones will be spared.”Again, they nodded firmly, too terrified to say a word in argument or defense. With that, I turned to leave, nurturing the darkest thoughts for Kaid. I'd peel his sacs like onions and dice his testicle. The fuck he was playing with?! “Mr. Conti.” Ramson rushed behind me. When I stopped, he almost bumped into me. My stern face was all that he needed to speak. I barely had any time left to mess around. “Uh…” He pushed his lens back to his eyes. “I think that it's a bad idea to go now.
Elara's POV ‘For Marco to be away from you… Hate you… Break off the deal - Isn't that what you've always wanted, Elara?’The tiny voice in my head questioned its tone was a mix of mockery and reality. Without denial, that was exactly what I hoped for, wished for, and prayed for. I wanted to be away from him for my peace of mind, for Violet. Except now, it only felt wrong. It felt like I had been charged with life imprisonment like I was trapping myself in a box and shutting it out of the world. Marco, the supposedly black demon, was my light, the brightest after Violet. He'd shown me what true love and obsession meant, what it felt like to be loved by a king of his kind. Maybe quite psychopathic, but genuine… or too dominant, but what if I wouldn't want to be loved any other way? “Damn it.”I sighed and fell flat on the bed, tired of the dozens of thoughts going through my mind at a go. The few days he'd recoiled to his shell, treated me like nothing other than an object for
Chapter Fifty-five: A Slice Of Your SecretMarco's POV ‘Can we meet by noon? I have something that might interest you. - Ramson.’Reading through Ramson's text, I typed a response right away and sent it, demanding his address. It's almost been ages since we last met. In less than a minute, my phone chimed with the details bold on my screen. Noted. Locking my phone and setting it down, I picked up my cutlery and resumed chopping through the pan-seared chicken breast with sprinkles of mayonnaise and honey as sauce. Kaid was beside me, standing off my personal space, hands crossed per usual, and face as straight as my ass. It was almost thirty minutes past breakfast and Elara was yet to show up at the table. After Madre's passing, it's been barely two weeks since we revived the tradition of eating as a family at the table. “Lady Elara is coming right away, Don.” Francesca gave a curt bow and moved to dish out a sizeable portion of everything on the table for her. Lazy footsteps
Marco's POV ‘One bastard down. One more to go.’Lounging on the couch, I dragged on my cigar and puffed, dispensing my thick smoke in the air-conditioned room, as it formed a white cloud above me. Kaid slightly bowed after delivering the old news, and stepped aside, taking camp behind the couch. The moment I focused more on Lucas and my cousin, I noticed the slight detachment on Kaid's end. His sudden out-of-sight mode, busy calls in the guise of work… He was next. And fuck it, if he was in with Sofia, he'd kill himself with his weapon, and his fucked-up soul would never forgive him in hell.I gulped down what was left of the shot and signaled for him to pour another, only thrusting a finger up. “Si, Don.” He poured a shot and stepped aside, hands crossed in front of him. His phone buzzed in his breast pocket. He pulled it out to see who the caller was, stopped the vibration, and slipped it back in.My eyes caught the small frown that lurked around his lips, and his narrowed ga
Marco's POV Again, Elara disobeyed me… As if the last punishment wasn't enough, she has sinned. Perched to the door frame and going undetected, I watched her banging body wrapped in thick hilarious clothes as she shifted on her feet, nervous. She pressed the phone to her ear and played the voice message in low volume. ‘Lily, I think Matthew is missing… Call me whenever you get this.’Her suddenly trembling hand tried to dial the number. To be certain that she was alone, she turned to confirm it, only to be faced with my hard figure. Shocked, she jerked, causing the phone to almost slip off her slippery hold. Like I was a child, she hid her hands behind her back. Even her three-year-old was smarter. “The phone.” I pulled my hand out, my demand was direct and fierce. Still, she tried to be adamant. It was the same reason we got here - her stubbornness.“Give it now.” Slowly, she walked towards me, her big eyes widened, eyelashes flickered. She looked pitiful, maybe broken. Not
Elara's POV Black - the color of my broken heart. Red - that of my aching pussy. Blue - my body's bleeding demand for a release. And in all of this confusion, I was warned by the one who controlled me like a toy in some cupboard or perhaps a freaking light switch. Oh, god. I could still feel my pussy vibrating between my thighs, spitting slimy precum, needing the slightest attention. My hands twitched, desperate to defile his warning. ‘How would he know, Elara? He wouldn't the heck!......Just touch yourself already!’My mind was about to split with conflicting idea. Coming to a resolve, I adjusted in bed, settling on my elbow. Bending down to look at my body, there were visible marks of his penetration. One… two… three… seven. The last two were faint- tempting me to replace them and he wouldn't find out. Sighing lazily, I took a gentle spin, and leaned forward to pick up the hand mirror. Putting it right between my legs, I counted again. Seven and a half… eight? Argh!I sp
Marco's POV Driving home with a fucking boner, all that went through my head were the wild positions to put Elara. I had been too lenient. Softened up to her fragility, and she took it for granted. Turned around and mocked me in the fucking face. She deserved good spanking, harder than that bitch. “Soon, man, soon.”I moaned through gritted teeth and subtly massaged my hard cock with one hand, and the other on the wheel gripper. On arrival,Kaid was with the rest of the soldati, waiting for me as usual. Lately, I've been distant. If I needed to trail his fuckong movement, I needed him close, like a brother. I sneered and pulled the car to a halt. Turning off the engine, I tossed the key to Kaid, putting my plans in motion. He dove for it, surprise written on his face, then he masked it, and walked closer to park the car in the garage, while I went upstairs in silence. The mansion was quiet, awfully quiet. I blame myself.If only I hadn't brought in the devil's magnet, and som
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