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Kelly lays on my chest, her quiet snores can be heard. I look down at her face, remembering every single moment of what just took place. How she fitted perfectly under me, and how the look on her face changed every time she released. She was the most beautiful women I've ever seen. I pull her closer to me. I couldn't let anything happen to her.

She was my addiction

Maybe something more someday. My father must be one crazy son of a bitch if he thinks I'd let him hurt Kelly. I had my best men keeping tabs on him, back home. He was meeting with the old mafia members.

Definitely planning something

Whatever it was that he was planning, I had to make sure that it didn't go through. I was stuck, on how I was going to tell my mom about what my father did. Knowing her she would probably dismiss it. I love my mother, but when it came down to my father she was in denial. A knock came at the door, causing Kelly to stir in her dream. I forgot everyone was still here. Lifting Kelly's head off my chest, and placing on the pillow. I got off the bed and put my clothes back on.

"What is it?" I ask, opening the door revealing Kevin.

"There's movement with your father," Kevin says, trying to take a peek at Kelly. "That poor girl, you fucked her to sleep."

I smack the back of his head  "Watch it," I say, in a warning tone. "Now, what's up with my father?"

"He met with Jared Malone."

"Why?" I ask. Jared Malone was a well-known hitman.

"We don't know, but if I had to guess I think he's paying him to kill Kelly," Kevin says. "Maybe even you."

I sigh. "We can't take any chances. I have to end this."

"What do you want to do?"

"We all go back home tomorrow, we bring Kelly to the safe house. Then I'll handle it from there."

"Marc your my boy, therefore we'll handle it together."

"Kev."

"No don't Kev me. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Good, I'll go get the guys ready. You should get back to Kelly."

"Okay." I walk back into the room and settle back in the bed with Kelly. Wrapping my arms around her, I fall asleep.

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I was awakened from my sleep, hearing things shuffled in the background. Opening my eyes I see Marc dressed in his usual ware. His suit. "What's going on?" I ask. 

Marc's eyes snap towards me, and he stops what he was doing. "About time you wake up," Marc said, sitting on the bed.

"What time is it?"

"Nine."

"Woah," I say. "Why are you dressed up?"

Marc looks at me scratching the back of his. As if contemplating if he should tell me or not. "We're going back home."

"Why?" I didn't want to go back that town.

"My father met with a well-known hitman, back in America, and-"

"And that hitman could be coming after me," I finish.

"Yes, which means we have to leave. After I know that your truly safe, then I'll take care of my father."

I frown. "You're still thinking about killing him?" I ask. "Do you not know how many things that can go wrong?" I say raising my voice.

Marc sighs, rubbing his temple. "My father made his bed, now he has to lay in it."

"No Marc!" I protest.

"And why the hell not?" Marc questions. Anger visible on his face.

'It's like he gets sexier when he's mad,' I thought to myself. I didn't fear him when he was angry. I knew he wouldn't hurt me.

"Because he's your blood. I know that deep down if you do kill him you'll regret it at the end," I say. "I don't want your mom living for the rest of her life, knowing that her older son killed the love of her life. I don't want Wyatt to have to feel that you chose a girl, over family." Marc was quiet. "I just don't want your life to be complicated because of me."

"My life has been complicated for as long as I can remember. Just pack the things that you need so we can go."

"No, I'm not going."

Marc groans. "Why?"

"Because if I stay, you won't have a reason to go back," 

Marc nears towards me, lifting up my chin. His lips hover above mine, causing me to moan against his mouth. "I'm sorry about this angioletto."

"Wh-" I start to say, but then a cloth was placed onto my nose. I instantly smell a sweet chemically smell, causing my body to weaken.

"It's for your own good." Was the last thing I heard before falling asleep.

《₩》

Music.

That was the first thing I hear. Opening my eyes, I realized that I'm sitting on a chair. Not just any chair, but a plane chair. I grew angry when the memory of what happened back in Mexico came back. I jump from my seat, causing everyone's eyes to land on me. Some of the men looked familiar, while others I already knew as guards.

"Where is he?" I question. Everyone looks at me like I was crazy, and said nothing.

"I said where the fuck is he?" I shout. Everyone quickly points there fingers at the door to the left. "Thank you," I say in a more relaxed tone, stomping my way to the door. Opening the door, my eyes fall on a certain somebody.

"You inconsiderate asshole!" I shout walking up to Marc.

"Kelly ju--"

"No, don't you dare say calm down to me."

"Kelly gi-" Before I knew I lift my hand up to slap him. Just inches away from touching his face, he caught it. "Everyone leave us!" Marc's voice booms. It was then that I realized that there were people in the room. It looks like they were in a meeting. Everyone scattered out the door. Marc's hand tightens around my wrist.

'Yup, he's mad,' I thought.

"Kelly, you're driving me crazy," Marc says, lifting me up on the desk. "I want to protect you, and keep you out of harm's way, but you refuse." He states, running his hands down my body. My inside shiver. "I'm gonna fix that." He says. Bringing his hand to my jeans he unbuttons them, pulling them down.

"Having sex is not gonna fix this," I whisper. 

A cocky smirk appears on his face. "Of course not angioletto but it's a start."

In one swift move, he removes my panties and places his tongue at my soft spot. His tongue flicks up and down my womanhood, causing me to moan in pleasure. He places both of his hands on my thighs pulling me closer to his mouth. My back arches every time, his tongue thrust into me. I could feel myself about to release and just when I was about to, Marc stops.

I whimper. He licks his lips and wipes the corner of his mouth. "Clean yourself up." Was the only thing he said before walking away.

"Asshole!" I yell out at him. He only chuckles and shut the door.

I sigh in frustration.

'He could at least have finished,' I thought.

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