Fiona Pov I waited for him to come out of his room but he took more time than expected but I didn’t give up so I just stood there waiting. Later I got bored and I decided to set the table while he was still inside, I was sure that he was taking care of his injuries. I was done and now it was going to 30 minutes He hadn’t stepped out of his room, I didn’t know if I should go in and check up on him or not because I know all this mafia men aren’t trustworthy because they could kill their self any minute of the day year or month because they’re very suicidal..I was about going to the room when he opened the door and stepped out in his sweatshirts and sweatpants. He was the first time I was seeing him dressed informally. There was a bandage sticking outside he’s clothes. It was wrapped around the shoulder side and it looked like you didn’t want it to show and I wasn’t going to be the one to tell him that he was showing because he could act like a jerk to me later.“ I set the table
Fiona PovI hated the way I felt so I left the table. I went to my room,my favorite part of the house and I sat down there thinking of what to do. This boredom was too much and I couldn’t hear it any longer. I needed to go out and leave this house but u couldn’t go out without Marcus so my last option was to go to school. It was my only escape route and I was going to stick with it for life. I went to my bed and slept off. It was morning already and the sunshine brightly into my room. It made me feel today was gonna be a good day and I wanted it to be a good day because I’ve been through a lot this past week. I needed fresh and something to show that I was starting over so I got ready for school. I came downstairs and I saw my cars sitting at the table. I ignored him and walked straight to the door, I didn’t say any word to him I just sat down in the car waiting for him to get the hint and come drive me to school. we entered the road and soon we got to school.
Fiona Pov I stormed outside with anger, I hated what Marcus was doing and I wanted it to stop. Now I didn’t even want friends anymore I just wanted peace of mind because this thing Marcus was doing wasn’t give him a piece of mind and if I needed to find a friend through just my tired I don’t want a Friend . I don’t want to drag anybody’s child into this mess because they might see Marcus killing people just like I did that it’s not a good site to see trust me I’m speaking from experience.“ are you ready to leave” he said acting clueless. I knew that he knows why I went into the classroom and what I talked to Mr Gilbert about Marcus is not a dumb person he knows everything and he just pretends to be dumb and now he wants to act like he doesn’t know what I’m talking about when he knows what I’m talking about. “ Michaels you know what I’m talking about or why you came outside pissed because you’re the reason and you know you are the reason so why are you acting clueless all of a sud
After finishing my dinner, I went to the living room to watch TV. I made a point not to look at Marcus, not to acknowledge his presence. I didn't want to care, I didn't want to feel anything for him anymore.But then, I heard a hiss of pain from the kitchen. My heart was telling me to look, to see what was going on, but my mind was telling me to ignore it. I didn't want to show that I cared, I didn't want to give him any more power over me.But I couldn't ignore it. I couldn't ignore the pain in his voice. So, I got up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen. When I got there, I saw that Marcus was bleeding, he had cut himself while trying to make a meal.My heart was torn, I didn't want to help him, I didn't want to give him any more chances to hurt me. But I couldn't just stand there and watch him suffer. So, I rushed to help him, grabbing a towel and pressing it to the cut."What happened?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady."I was just trying to make dinner and I slipp
FionaI stumbled my way to the bathroom, feeling groggy from the deep sleep I had just come out of. I flipped on the light switch and blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. I splashed some water on my face and rubbed my eyes, feeling refreshed.I took a deep breath and gazed at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess and there were bags under my eyes, but I was still determined to start the day feeling refreshed and ready for anything. I dug through my toiletry bag for my toothbrush and toothpaste, and went to work on freshening up my mouth.Next, I grabbed my hairbrush and ran it through my tangled locks, working out the knots and tangles. I could feel the bristles of the brush running smoothly through my hair, leaving it feeling soft and silky. I took my time, wanting to make sure I looked and felt my best before climbing back into bed.Finally, I returned to my room and slipped under the covers, ready to get some more rest. The sun was just starting to p
Fiona Pov I walked into my classroom, bracing myself for the usual cold reception from my classmates. Just as I expected, no one acknowledged my presence. I took a deep breath, trying to push down the anger building inside of me.I greeted Mr. Gilbert, but he just walked past me without a word. I felt my heart drop. After our talk yesterday, I thought he would at least say hi. But no, it was like I didn't even exist.I sat down at my desk, fuming. I couldn't believe that everyone still hated me, even after I had tried to make amends. All I wanted was for someone to give me a chance, but it seemed like that would never happen.As the lesson started, I found it hard to concentrate. All I could think about was the injustice of it all. I was tired of being the outcast, the one everyone picked on.The bell rang and I gathered my things, still seething. I was done with this place, done with the constant rejection and indifference. As I walked out of the classroom, I made a promise to mysel
Fiona Pov I was standing outside the coffee shop, tapping my foot impatiently. Marcus was supposed to pick me up 10 minutes ago, but he was nowhere in sight. I checked my phone for the umpteenth time, but still no message or call from him. I was getting more and more frustrated by the minute. I had been looking forward to this day for weeks, and now it was being ruined by Marcus's tardiness. I mean, what could be more important than picking me up on time? I had made it clear that we needed to stick to a schedule today, but it seemed like Marcus didn't care. Just as I was about to call him, I saw his car pull up. I marched over to the passenger side, yanked open the door, and plopped down in the seat. I didn't even bother to say hello. "What took you so long?" I asked, my voice sharp. "Come on, get in," Marcus replied, ignoring my question. I hesitated for a moment, but then walked over to the passenger side and opened the door. As I settled into my seat, I couldn't help but feel
I glared at him, feeling more and more frustrated by the minute. How could he be so insensitive and careless about something that meant so much to me? I had been looking forward to this day for weeks, and now it was being ruined by Marcus's tardiness and lack of consideration. "Sorry isn't good enough," I said, my voice shaking with anger. "You're always doing this. You never take me or any of my plans seriously. I'm tired of being treated like an afterthought." Marcus didn't reply, and the car was filled with an awkward silence. I could feel the tension between us, and I knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg. Our relationship as bodyguard and client had been strained for some time, and it seemed like today was just the final straw. I spent the rest of the car ride in silence, thinking about all the times Marcus had let me down and ignored my feelings. I was done with being taken for granted and treated like a doormat. It was time for me to stand up for myself and demand th
Marcus POV Days had turned into weeks and I was slowly recovering from my injuries. Fiona had been by my side every step of the way, and I knew that I had never been more grateful for her love and support.But things were about to take a turn for the worse. Fiona's parents had decided to visit us in the hospital. I had never met them before, but I knew that Fiona was nervous about their arrival. She had always been close to her parents, and I could tell that she was worried about how they would react to the news of our relationship.As they walked into the hospital room, I could feel the tension in the air. Fiona's parents were a stern-looking couple, and I knew that they were not happy about their daughter's relationship with me. Zayn was also there, and I could see the anger in his eyes as he looked at me.Fiona's mother sat down in the chair next to my bed, and I could feel the weight of their disapproval as they looked at me. Zayn stood behind them, his arms crossed over his ches
Fiona Pov I was in shock as Dads men rushed into the room and killed Jonathan instantly. The sound of the gunshots echoed in my ears and I couldn't believe what was happening. Everything happened so fast that I didn't even have time to react.I quickly knelt beside Markus and started to cry really hard. I knew he was badly hurt and I could see the pain in his eyes. He looked at me and asked me to forgive him, he knew he couldn't make it. His words broke my heart into pieces. I couldn't imagine life without him.I looked at him and said, "I won't forgive you Markus, I don't want you to die at all, not to talk of dying a peaceful death. I want you to stay alive and make it up to me every day of your life for using me." I could see the shock on his face as I spoke those words.He then confessed his love to me and apologized for everything he had done. His words were so sincere and full of love. I could see the pain in his eyes and I knew he was truly sorry. I couldn't help but confess m
Marcus povI couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Zayn being brought into the room just moments after me. He looked absolutely furious, and I knew that something terrible must have happened. I had been brought into the room by two guards who had thrown me into a chair and left me there, but I couldn't focus on anything other than the rage that was emanating from Zayn.I watched as he stormed into the room, his face red with anger, and I knew that something bad was about to happen. Suddenly, he saw his daughter Fiona, lying on the ground, beaten and battered. His eyes widened with shock and he fell to his knees beside her, his hands shaking as he reached out to touch her.I could see the pain etched into his face as he looked at his daughter, and I knew that he was about to lose it. Fiona was his only child, and he would do anything to protect her. As he gently lifted her head, I could see tears streaming down his face, and I knew that this was going to be bad."What the hell happened t
Marcus POV As we lay there in the garden, catching our breath, I can feel a sense of guilt creeping over me. I know that I need to tell Fiona the truth, to confess everything that I've been hiding from her.But as I start to open my mouth, I can hear footsteps approaching. Panic sets in as I realize that we've been caught.Quickly, we gather our clothes and slip into the shadows, trying to be as quiet as possible.As we make our way back towards the mansion, I can feel Fiona's eyes on me, her expression filled with confusion."What did you need to tell me?" she asks finally, her voice barely above a whisper.I hesitate, unsure of how to proceed. I know that I need to tell her everything, but I don't want to ruin the moment we just shared."I can't say it right now," I reply finally. "But I promise I'll tell you later."Fiona nods, a look of understanding on her face.And then, without another word, we make our way back inside the mansion, our hearts racing as we try to avoid any pryi
Marcus POV I take a deep breath as I park my car in front of the mansion. It's been a long day, and all I want to do is rest and forget about everything that's been happening. But as soon as I step inside, my mind goes back to her. Fiona. The one who has been occupying my thoughts for weeks now. I miss her so much, and yet, she won't even look at me.As I make my way to the stairs, I pass by her room. And that's when I hear it. Her laughter. It's not the first time I've heard her laughing with someone else, but this time, it's different. This time, there's a guy with her. And it feels like a knife twisting in my gut.I stand there for a moment, listening to their conversation. They're talking about some movie they watched together. I don't know who he is, and I don't care. All I know is that he's with her, and I'm not. And that's all that matters.I try to walk away, but my feet seem to have a mind of their own. I can feel my hands shaking, and my heart is pounding in my chest. I'm a
Marcus pov I never planned on becoming a soldier for Zayn Usman, let alone joining the Mafia. But life has a funny way of leading you down unexpected paths. Growing up, I was always a bit of a troublemaker. I grew up in a rough neighborhood and had to learn how to defend myself at a young age. As I got older, my fighting skills only improved. It wasn't long before I caught the attention of Zayn Usman, the leader of the local Mafia. At first, I was hesitant to get involved with the Mafia. I knew it was dangerous and could potentially land me in jail. But the money was too good to pass up. I started off doing small jobs, like delivering packages and collecting debts. But as time went on, Zayn began to trust me more and gave me more important tasks. I quickly became known as one of the most formidable soldiers in the organization. I was feared by both our enemies and our own members. I didn't take crap from anyone and wasn't afraid to use my fists or my weapons to get the job done.
Fiona Pov I couldn’t believe that this was the end ?I loved what Marcus and I had because it felt real. He stopped going to school with me because I asked dad to change my guard so I haven’t been seeing him frequently. My heart ached every time I remember what we had and how beautiful it was it made me cry because he saw me as nothing but a hooker to him. I went downstairs to take some water and I saw him talking to some of the other guards,he lips moved slowly and passionately that I started remembering how they felt on me. His hands moved subconsciously while he was trying to explain some thing to them but I couldn’t stop remembering the way his hands made me feel good all over. I was too in the mood to stand here any longer. I ran to my room ,bathing in like I was comping for war. I ran to the bed and took off my clothes,I’d never done this before and I knew it was going to be weird but I was really turned on right now and I needed someone’s touch even if it
Fiona Pov I was broken,I couldn’t Marcus could do that to me,I thought we were mitre than that but I guess I was just deceieveing my self. He said with so much boredom like he was surprised that I didn’t know,I wanted to cry my eyes out. I didn’t want to see him at all because it felt like I should rip his heart off his chest. I thought things were different between us now but it turns out I was just in my fantasy world and now that world had crashed and I was rudely welcomed back to the real world. I sat on my bed, tears streaming down my face as I clutched a pillow to my chest. How could Marcus think that we were just hooking up? I thought we had something special, something real. But apparently, I was just another girl to him.I couldn't stop crying. I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest and stomped on. All the memories we had shared together felt like a lie now. I replayed every moment in my head, trying to make sense of it all. But the more I thought
Fiona Pov I woke up feeling a sense of lightness in my chest that I hadn't felt in a long time. As I stretched my arms above my head, I felt a rush of energy that I hadn't had in weeks. I smiled to myself, realizing that I felt better than I had yesterday morning.The reason for my improved mood was simple: I had talked to Ella the night before. Ella was my closest friend, and the only person who knew what I had been going through lately. I had been struggling with a lot of things - work stress, relationship issues, and some health problems - and I had been feeling pretty overwhelmed.But talking to Ella had been a game-changer. She had listened patiently as I poured out all my frustrations and fears, and had offered kind and wise advice that I knew I could trust. She had reminded me that I was strong and capable, and that I had the power to change my life if I wanted to. And most importantly, she had made me feel seen and heard, which was something I desperately needed.As I got out