♡ THAT'S WHAT HE SAID...♡
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♡ MARIAN ♡
“i could slice your neck right now.” I whimpered, my carefully formed façade crashing down.
“But you won't." I tried to be bold, but honestly, I was loosing it. I swallowed, letting out a low gasp. If that knife came just a fraction of an inch closer, it was going to slice my neck open.
And nope, this is definitely not the way I wanted to go either.
“What makes you so sure?” he asked, his eyes locked onto mine. I could feel my resolve faltering under that intense gaze. Having him this close to me was clouding my judgement and God knows I might say something regrettable if I wasn't careful.
Not that I had ever succeeded in the department of keeping my mouth shut.
“Because I just helped you recover from something that could’ve easily been avoided, if you had agreed the first time.” I knew I had struck a nerve, so I closed my eyes, bracing my self for his reaction.
Maybe he would hit me, maybe he would decide to slit my throat but I wasn't going to secure my place by being a coward.
"I warned you." His tone sent chills vibrating through my body.
Marian, you have done it, you've brought the date of your death closer. "I just don't want to die."
"I told you, you won't make a nice addition to the pile of decaying bodies at the dock." He said with a smile. Nothing about this felt like he was joking and the fact that it also felt like he wasn't actually trying to scare me made it all worse.
He was a terrifying man.
"You know what, I'll think about it." No, it doesn't look like he would.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I said, placing my hand on his chest, trying to create space between us. But he wouldn’t move, still staring down at me.
"I promise this would be the best decision you've ever made?" Dammit, that sounded so uncertain. He slowly retracted his knife and I let out a breath I hadn't realised I was holding, my whole body settled down from all the nerves crawling through me just a second ago.
"How can you be stupid and smart at the same time." He asked as he tucked the knife back into the holster. Good, crisis averted.
"What? Me?" I asked dumbfounded, how could he call me stupid?
I'll have him know that my CGPA is 4.0
"I don't think you realize the risks that come with carrying an Angelini heir. If that ever happened, you'd be better off dead, Piccolo."
I closed my eyes shut. Didn't he understand that I was better off dead just existing right now? That I needed something that would secure my future and have the Angelini—him—protect me with everything they've got.
"You're better off dead without an heir too." I said before I could stop myself, smiling immediately to ease the tension as he moved closer. My eyes widened in shock.
I knew it, I had diagnosed myself and I knew I was going to die from leaking mouth disease.
This is the end.
I scanned everywhere quickly, there was a gun lying casually on the table next to me. I reached for it immediately. The regret was instant, it was too heavy for me to even lift off the table
I frowned and pulled harder.
Still nothing.
The thing weighed approximately the same as a small vehicle.
"Shockingly bigger than you expected, Hmm, pazzarella?"
"That's what he said." I joked.
Too early, Marian. Too fucking early
He narrowed his eyes as if I had offended his entire bloodline, "you really want to live?" I nodded hurriedly "You want my protection" another frantic nod.
"I'll consider your offer like a business proposal, search for the pros and cons, and then I'll get back to you if it benefits me." He simply said before turning around to leave
"Don't think too long on it, I don't have...time?"
He chuckled "time is the only thing you have right now."
I looked at the floor, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from crying over how truly fucked up my situation was and how desperate I had become.
“You may think you’ve won, but you didn’t,” he concluded as he reached the stairs.
What made him think any decision he made was going to be a win for me? I was at a loss either way.
........
Martini took the book he had given me four days ago.
A mountain of a book disguised as a medical textbook. And he was requesting it from me as if it was possible to complete it in four days without actually just running mad and becoming the patient you were trying to study to cure.
"I couldn't finish it." He shrugged as if it wasn't any big deal.
"Then I won't be helping you with whatever you said I should with Damien." Stupid corny and manipulative Mafia bastards.
"You weren't going to do it for me, Martini. Stop trying to play me."
Martini chuckled, I hated how casual and laid back he was, there was no trace of the violence and craziness anywhere.
"You made a big deal about being a genius, I just asked you to do the basic things geniuses do and you failed, how is that my fault?"
Motherfucker
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