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But then again, what am I going to do about it? I’m the one that kidnapped her and held her hostage, I’m the one that stole her away from the only life she’s ever known. Of course, they probably locked her away, but that doesn’t explain the blood marking her skin. That also doesn’t explain why she just admitted that she loved me. Because I’m a monster. How in the hell can an angel like her love a monster like me?
“You don’t love me, Lori. You can’t,” I say. My eyes cast back down to the floor.
“Yes. Yes I do. I can and I will and not you nor anyone in my family can fucking stop me. I love you, Marco De Vico. Even though I shouldn’t, even though it doesn’t make any sense, I love you. I love you so much that I just risked my life trying to find you. So that I can tell you the truth,” she says, her voice hurried and frantic as she speaks.
I don’t look up at her though, I can’t. I can’t because for some twisted, fucked up reason, I love her too. And, right now, I can’t risk her seeing it. Not while her family is coming for me, not after I just cremated my own mother. Everything is too intense right now and I can’t bear any more distractions, I can’t risk telling her my own truth. My own truth being that I love her more than I’ve loved anything in my entire life. That I’ve loved her from the start, even if it doesn’t make any sense. Because she and I, we don’t make any sense.
“Marco,” she says, breaking my train of thought.
I look at her now, fully this time. Her full lips are parted and her hair is wild, the blood on her arms matching the streaks on her face even though there are no visible cuts there.
“My father didn’t kill yours,” she says quietly, her bright eyes pinned directly to mine.
I don’t say anything then. I just sit there and let the words sink in. At first, I feel angry. I feel so downright pissed that I almost see red because how dare she come in here with this bullshit just days after my mother died, days after I have officially lost everything, including her. After the anger, comes curiosity. As much as I want to know how she got the cuts all over her body, now I want to know where she’s heard this bullshit from. Which brother said it, if her father did. I want to know what exactly has gone down in that house since she’s been gone.
“Go on,” I say, sitting next to her on the couch as she sighs and stares at me, the words pouring out of her now.
“I blamed my father and he told me it wasn’t true, that he didn’t kill him, but he wouldn’t tell me who it was. But, when I was locked in my room, one of my brothers came in and finally spoke to me. He told me the truth and I believe it. He said they were framed. The name Merlini came up and he said it was them, that they tried to pit our families against one another in hopes of an alliance. I know it sounds far-fetched, but I believe him, Marco.” She says and my eyes narrow in response, Merlini’s name causing my blood to boil all over again.
“Merlini, you say.” Adjusting my watch on my wrist, the room begins to darken around me.
“Do you know the name?” She asks, my head nodding in response.
“Who are they, Marco?” Her voice is soft, but I notice the slight tremor in it.
I know that she’s scared and I don’t blame her. This entire situation is a fucking mess and I don’t know what to make of it.
“The other family of New York. Even worse than yours and mine combined,” I sigh, turning to look at her now.
“Do you remember when I had you stitch me up the other night?” I ask and she nods, her eyes wide with fear.
“That was because of them. There was a shootout,” I say. She gasps as she stares at me, her head shaking in confusion.
“Why? What happened there?” She asks.
I turn to face her fully, her small knees brushing against mine as I shift on the leather couch. My hand reaches up to tuck away a stray piece of hair that falls onto her beautiful face, the feeling of her skin against mine causing blood to rush through my cock. Fuck, how I’ve missed her. How I’veneededher.
“They spoke ill about you and I lost my cool,” I say. There’s this sparkle in her eye, this sparkle that makes me defy against all reason and lean forward, my lips brushing softly against hers before I claim her mouth in a heated kiss.
She moans against me, the sound going through my ears and straight to my hardened dick. I pull her into my lap, my hands gripping her thighs as she straddles me and kisses me for all she’s worth, her soft little mewls making my heart pound against my chest.
“Lori,” I whisper against her, her body shaking against mine.
“I’m here. I’m right here,” she says, leaning forward to kiss me again as I swallow her sighs and eat up her moans.
We stay like that for a while, practically swallowing each other whole as our bodies move against one another on the most uncomfortable couch on God’s green earth. When she pulls away, I hold her face in my hands, gazing into her bright, hazel eyes. They look green tonight, the color bewitching me much like the rest of her.
“My family doesn’t know that I’m here,” she says quietly, her forehead resting against mine as she speaks.
“They locked me in my room and refused to let me out until they killed you. They’re waiting for you to leave the club and cross the boundary line. They’re ready to launch, Marco. I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t stay away knowing that was what’s to come. I couldn’t let that happen without telling you the truth, without telling you that I love you,” she says, tears in her eyes as she speaks.
My beautiful Lori.
“That was a stupid thing for you to do, princess, but god help you, I love you even more for doing it,” I say, her breath catching in her throat at my words.
“You… you love me?” She whispers, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip as my thumb moves to tug it free.
“Yes,” I say, my voice harsh sounding as she smiles a thousand-watt smile at me, my heart nearly skipping a beat in response.
