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Chapter 5 ⚫ Continuing

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“You stole from Caro, which means you stole from me. It’s been 3 weeks.” I state, pointing my gun at this idiots head. “Where the fuck is my money?” I hiss.

“It’s coming, I just need some more time to get more.” The scumbag says, basically on the verge of crying.

“Wrong answer. I’ll ask again, this time get it right. Where. Is. My. Money.” I shout.

“I don’t have it.” He says.

“And why is that?”

“Because I need more time.”

“Wrong answer.” Was the last thing I said to him before pulling the trigger. His lifeless body drops to the ground and I walk out of the cellar. “Get his body out of the cellar. Find his wife and let her know that she has a debt to pay because of him.” I say, to one of my men.

Being in Mexico was stressing me out. I’ve killed five people in total today. Why? Because they didn’t pay up. I’m a strict businessman. If you don’t have my money, I’m killing you. Point blank period. I sat in my office going through some work. I had Caro stopping by soon so we could talk about this shipment that was coming in. I didn’t know exactly how long I was going to be in Mexico for, but I was trying to get as much as I could done.

Kelly had been on my mind ever since I got here. I want nothing more to be home with her right now. Even though we wouldn’t be doing anything serious, I still miss her pretty face. When all my work is done in Mexico I want to fly out to Italy and take a break with her there with me. Show her my hometown and do some other things.

Hearing a knock at my door, I’m snapped out of my thoughts. “Come in,” I shout, to whoever was at the door.

“Hey, Marc,” Caro says, walking into my room. I only nod my head and we began to talk about business.

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I open the door the to the house, only to be slap in the face by the strong smell of weed. Kevin. “Kevin what did I say about smoking, in my house,” I shout out. Kevin walks into the living room with a smile on his face.

“Sorry, I just had to.” He says, eating ice cream.

I rolled my eyes. That’s Kevin for you. “Where’s Kelly?”

“She’s upstairs.” He replies. I nod my head and head upstairs. Opening my room door, I don’t see Kelly anywhere. I shut my room door and walk into one of the guests’ rooms. Kelly was sitting on the bed with the laptop on her lap.

“Why are you in here?” I ask sitting right beside her on the bed.

“Because this is my room.” She remarks.

“But you slept in mine last night,” I stated matter of fact. She blushes, causing me to smirk.

“That wasn’t my choice to sleep in there. Last time I check you were the one that carried me in there.”

“Yes because I like the way you look on my bed. And how my boner looks from behind you.” I say, with a cocky smirk. The blush that forms on her face was priceless. She put her hands on her face trying to hide it, but I remove her hand. “You look beautiful when you blush,” I say truthfully.

“Thank you.” She whispers.

“Get dressed so we can go out. I wanna show you something.

“Okay.” Was all she said, before going to the bathroom.

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“Where exactly are you taking me?” I ask Marc. We’ve been driving for a while now, and I was starting to getting tired.

“It’s your first time being in Mexico, so I wanted to bring you to where I went my first-time.” He replies, accelerating the car a little more.

“But why?” I ask.

“Because I want to. So enough with the questions.” Marc replies.

I only sigh and look out of the window. Just by me looking out of the window I could tell Mexico was a beautiful place. I should be grateful for being here instead of being in that dumbass town. “I’m sorry,” I whisper.

Marc looks at me, taking his eyes off the road. “Don’t be angioletto.” He says, before looking back at the road.

I zone out after that.

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The car stops moving and only then I realize that Marc parked the car. “Let’s go,” Marc says opening the car door for me. We walk into a building only to hear loud music playing. Spanish music to be exact. I instantly cringe at the noise. My facial expression was a glare once I realize where I was.

“You brought me to a club,” I shout, over the music.

“Yes, the place I want to show you is outback.” He shouts back. He takes my hand and starts to walk to, only God knows where. Sweaty bodies bump into me, while we walk down our path.

We finally make it out the club door and I gasp at the view. “This is beautiful,” I say to Marc. He only chuckles.

“It is beautiful but not as beautiful as someone I know.” He responds, giving my hand a little squeeze. I couldn’t help but blush. We sat down beside each other, on the sand at the beach, and I couldn’t look away from the beautiful scenery.

“Why is there a club here, in this beautiful place?” I ask.

“Because my father wanted there to be one,” Marc replies.

“Sounds like him,” I mumble.

“Do you want to go swimming?”

I look down at the white shirt and blue jeans I had on. “No, I’ll just stick to staying in the sand,” I say. A smirk appears on Marc’s face. “You bett...” I didn’t even get a chance to finish my sentence. Marc already picked me and runs to the water. I hold onto his body tightly when the coldness of the water hits me. We just stay there, holding each other in comfortable silence. When I was finally comfortable in the water, I let go of his body. “Your an asshole,” I say to him.

Marc chuckles, causing my heart to flutter. “I know angioletto.” He says.

Suddenly a question pops into my head. “What does angioletto mean?” I ask. Marc looks like he was contemplating on if he should tell me or not. So I continued. “I remember you used to call me that when we were kids. But I never knew what it meant.”

“It means little angel,” Marc answers.

“Little Angel,” I repeat.

Marc swims closer to me invading my personal space. “Kelly.” He whispers.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

He was way to close. His lips brushed mine. “Tuo il Mio piccolo, angioletto.” He whispers. Before I had a chance to ask what he meant, his lips came crashing down on mine. I was completely shocked. His lips linger on mine and I just stand there frozen. “Kelly, kiss back,” Marc mutters against my lips. I don’t know what it was, but I kissed back. My lips move at the same rhythm as his. My blood flow rapidly to my cheeks, making my face red as ever.

I lift my hands and put them on his shoulders, where I entwine them with his hair. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him, deepening the kiss. This kiss was different than the first. It felt like nothing I’ve ever felt before. We both pull away for air and look each other in the eyes.

“Kelly I lo---.” Marc starts to say but I cut him off.

“Don’t... don’t say it. Don’t you ever say it! You can’t say it. You can’t love me. I’m poison, I’m not good for you.” I say. I didn’t even give him a chance to say anything. I swim to the shore and take off running. Ignoring him calling my name, I kept on running. Tears stream down my face as sat outside on the ground.

My body shivers as the wet clothes stuck to my body. I was breathing heavily. I couldn’t believe what he was about to say. Someone’s body towers over me and I look up to see that it was Marc. He didn’t say anything but just picks me up bridal style and carries me to the car. Buckling me up, Marc gets in and starts to drive. We both stay silent lost in our thoughts. When the car was parked, I look out the car window to find out that we were home. Getting out of the car, Marc was right behind me.

I hear the sounds of tires screeching, and look back to see a car coming down the road at maximum speed. “Kelly get down!” I hear Marc yells. I couldn’t comprehend his words in my head. The sounds of gunshots fill my ears. I feel my body being dropped to ground and someone on top of me. I knew it was Marc. The sound of gunshots stop, and the car was gone.

Marc pulls me up from the ground and keeps on asking me questions. I was too shocked to answer. “Are you okay? Kelly answer me!” Marc yells. I snap out of my shock state and look at him.

“I’m... I’m f---.” I stop my sentence when I feel pain in my abdomen. “Marc, something’s wrong.” Was the last thing I said before I fall to the ground and darkness fill my eyes.

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