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👑Kelly👑
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"Your past," Marc says. 

It took me a moment to process what he said. I frowned. "No," I say trying to get up, but fail miserably. The pain of my bullet wound, making its self-known.

"What do you mean no?" Marc asks, pushing me back onto the bed.

"I mean no, I don't want to talk about it."

Marc sighs, frustrated. "Kelly I need to know, so I can figure everything out."

"Figure what out!" I yell. This was all too much.

"So, I can figure out why my father ordered a hit out for you!" Marc yells back.

My heart drops. Leo wasn't playing. He always sticks to his words. "I need to leave, and you need to let me. You need to forget about me," I say. I take a deep breath and get out of bed. I try my best to show that I was in no pain at all.

"Kelly get back in the damn bed," Marc's voice booms. I look at Marc with wide eyes but did as he said. I was shocked, this was the first time he ever talked to me like that.

"Now, we are going to sit here and talk about this like two grown-ups. You don't have to run away. Just please tell me," Marc pleads. 

I take in a deep breath, tears already falling from my face. "My uncle wasn't the only one that was raping me," I say. "Your father was too." Marc stays with an unreadable face. He just nods, signaling me to continue. "When I was 12, my uncle came home with your dad. And they... they came up with this idea of sharing me." Tears start to fall from my face. "It happened every night."

"That's why he would always come home late," Marc states in a whisper.

"That's not all," I say, sobbing. Marc wraps his arms around me, bringing me into his chest.

"Kelly you don't have to tell me anymore."

"No I have too, you need to know," 

"I... I got pregnant, at 15. I gave birth to a girl," I state. Marc looks at me shocked.

"What... happen to her?"

"I gave her up," I sob. "I didn't want her to grow up around all that. I didn't want her to become... me."

"Angioletto I'm so sorry you had to go through that," Marc says holding me.

"I only got to hold her for a few minutes, before I had to let her go. She was so beautiful."

"Do you... have any idea who the father is?"

"No."

"It's okay, I'm going to handle it angioletto. My father will never hurt you again," Marc says, placing a kiss on my forehead.

I fall asleep in Marc's arms.

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💢Marc💢
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I threw the sheets over Kelly and went into my office. What my father did was unforgivable, and he would have to pay. Kelly had a daughter somewhere in the world. That little girl could be my sister. The whole situation made me sick to my stomach. My father was sick, and he needs to be taken care of.

I am going to kill him.

"Torniamo negli Stati Uniti in 2 giorni. sono tutti pronti. è la guerra." I say to Kevin, not giving him a chance to respond I hang up the phone. I sit back into my chair and pull out a bottle of bourbon.

This is going to be a long week

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It's been three weeks since I told Marc about what happened in the past. He's been distant lately. Whenever I ask him what was wrong he would just brush it off. I wait silently in my room, for Cass to come in. I finally get to have my stitches removed today. My bullet wound hasn't healed yet, but it was getting there. I could feel the pain every now and then, but sometimes it was bearable.

"Kelly, you in?" Cass asks, knocking on the door.

I sigh. Where else would I be? "Yeah, come in," I say. She walks into the room with her medical bag in hand.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

"Okay, you won't really feel a lot of pain. It'll feel like a little pinch."

"Okay," I reply. She nods her head and begins to remove my stitches.

I'm not gonna lie it did hurt, but I've been through worse. Once she was done she packs everything up, ready to leave. "Cass, wait," I say, just before she could shut the door. She turns around, her blue eyes staring into mines.

"Yes?"

"Where's Marc?" I ask. "I haven't seen him in a while."

"He's in his office."

"Can you take me to him?" I haven't been out of this bed since I got shot. Well only for the bathroom. Other than that it's been bed rest.

"I don't think that's a good thing, Kelly." She tells me.

I frown. "Why not?"

"Marc is busy handling something's, he doesn't want to be distracted," she replies.

"I'm not a distraction," 

Cass laughs. "Yes, you are a distraction. You've got Marc wrapped around your finger, and you don't even know it. You have him planning to get himself killed." She says, her voice rising.

"Keep calm Kelly," I thought to myself. "What do you mean?"

"He's going after his f-" She stops dead in her sentence. "You know what never mind. Just stay in your room and leave Marc alone." I look at her taken back. I was about to say something else, but before I could she walks out of the room.

She must have a thing for Marc.

I inhale a deep breath and lean back against my headboard. "What the hell was Marc planning?" I ask myself. I lift my self up from my bed and place my foot on the ground. I walk out the room, in search of Marc.

The office

I haven't checked in there yet. The closer I got to Marc's office, the more I heard yelling. It was as if someone was in pain. I didn't knock, I just walk right into the office. There were men dressed in black, standing watching something.

I walked up to get a better look, unnoticed by everyone else. I gasp, at the view before me. "Please, I don't know anything." A voice cries. Chills start to roll down my spine.

"Lies." A familiar voice yells.

"I don't know wh--." before the man could finish what he was saying Marc punches him, causing the man's body to drop.

"Marc!" I yell. Everyone's eyes fall on me, but I didn't care. I keep my eyes trained on Marc.

"Kelly, what are you doing out of bed?" Marc asks, worriedly.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask tears start to fall from my eyes.

This was what Cass was talking about.

"You guys watch him," Marc says, cleaning off his hands. He walks towards me trying to take my hand, but I move away from him.

"Just come with me to the other room." He says. I didn't miss the look of hurt that flashed through his eyes. I say nothing and just walk to my room. Just when I was going into my room Marc speaks.

"Not that room. Mine."

I nod and walked into his room. Marc closes the door behind him. "What was that back there. Why were you beating that guy?"

"I was beating him for information."

"Information on what?"

"My father," Marc says. 

My heart stops. "No, no, no," I say, my breath increasing. "Marc you can't do this. Just don't please. He'll kill you."

"So what?!" Marc yells. "At least I'll die defending you."

"No, Marc. Just no."

"Kelly, I'm going to kill him. He has to pay for all the things he's done to you."

"He's your father," I yell.

Marc pinches the bridge of his nose. "You don't get it, Kelly."

"I don't get what?"

"That, I don't care if he's my father. That I will kill for you, no matter who or what the consequences are."

"Why would you do that Marc? Why would you risk your life for me? I'm fuckin bad luck."

"Because I love you!" He yells.

"Don't start."

"No. I love you, Kelly. I'm done putting my feelings away for you because you don't want to believe it."

"I'm in fucking love wi---" I didn't let him finish. I crash my lips into him, kissing him deeply.

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