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𝐈 walk in and can't contain my laughter when I see Marco on a counter fucking some blonde girl. They are both entirely naked and their clothing is spewed across the marble floor, masking the decorative pattern beneath it.

"You haven't changed a bit." I laugh, stepping further into the room, carefully avoiding the clothing scattered everywhere. Marco and the blonde girl both look up at me at the exact same time. His gaze pauses on me for a few seconds and then flicks back to the girl on his lap.

"Milana." He blurts out. I smile and twirl my finger in my hair. Those few seconds I spent looking into his eyes were enough. He's pissed.

"Bingo." I reply as I lean against the wall. Feeling the cool material strike my partly bare back. I don't move towards him, just stand at a distance watching him make out with the girl on his lap.

He clearly wants to surface a reaction from me but I remain unbothered, and as the seconds pass, he grows increasingly annoyed.

"Can't you see that i'm in the middle of something?" He finally speaks, freeing his hand from the girls hair and slamming it down on the counter.

"Can't you see that I don't give a fuck?" I reply, vaguely smiling at the girl on his lap who looks extremely confused.

Suddenly, the blonde girl gets up and strides towards me, not even bothering to put any clothes on. "Control her or I will." I mouth to Marco, who is standing behind her looking rather amused.

She stops in her tracks a few inches before me and tries to size me up. "Who the hell are you?" She asks in disgust, rolling her eyes so much that they could pop out of their sockets any second. I ignore her question and fix my attention back on Marco who is putting his clothes back on in a hurry, clearly infuriated by my arrival.

The girl raises her hand to slap me but i catch it and punch her in the face. She stumbles backwards and falls to the ground in affliction, blood spewing from her flawed nose. As she hovers her hand over her nose, I notice Marco observing from behind me, shaking his head.

"YOU JUST BROKE MY NOSE. THAT COST ME FIVE GRAND!" She yells, pinching her nose in attempt of stopping the cardinal stream gushing from it. I burst out laughing again. She stands up and lunges towards me, trying to pull my hair. She entirely misses so I take the opportunity to grab her by the neck and punch her a second time, I hear a crack and it's like music to my ears. More and more blood streams down her face like corrupt tears.

This has to be a joke.

"WHO ARE YOU! STUPID BITCH!" She yells, crawling on the floor over to her clothes. Before she can grab them, Marco kicks them away from her, making her crawl even further. He smiles to himself as she begins to curse under her breath at him.

"Im Milana Levine, who the fuck are you?" I reply in aggression. I notice her eyes grow wide upon hearing my name. My feet direct steps towards her to fuck her up even more but as I reach forward to her, Marco's hands forcefully wrap around my waist and pull me back.

"Okay, I think thats enough of that." He says, dragging me away from the girl and closer to him.

I wriggle out of his grasp and slump down in a chair, arms folded.

He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue as I fix my hair, watching in satisfaction as the girl begins to cry and run out of the room. I look down and notice she left her bra behind.

"I think you forgot something!" I shout out to her, picking the bra up by the strap and spinning it around. She runs back in and attempts to snatch it from me but I let go and it plummets to the floor. Eyes filled with hatred, she bends down and snatches it. I am tempted to push her over but ultimately decide to let her go.

Once she is out of sight, I rise to my feet and lock the door. After doing so, I lean back on it as Marco looks at me, curiously. He sits down in a chair and instigates that I do the same. We both observe each other, waiting for the other person to speak first.

He looks almost the same as I remember, aside from a few new tattoos plastered across his arms and chest. He is well built and the epitome of tall dark and handsome. His dark hair is brushed although it remained unruly and some wisps of hair strayed.

I need to get a grip.

Growing up, Marco never had the childish innocence gleaming in his eyes like everyone else did. He had always appeared more... matured. This intimidated me a lot in the past. Every time we made eye contact it was like he knew exactly how to irritate me. How to win against me without even trying.

But it's different now. I'm not falling for his tricks or playing his game like I used to.

"You've changed." He announces, terminating the silence.

I look up from my phone for a split second and lock eyes with Marco. His eyes search mine as if they are trying to figure something out.

"Thank god." I reply.

Marco scoffs at my words and I send one last text to Elliot before sliding my phone back into my pocket. I finally sit down again and notice a gun settled on the table.

"You still a raging bitch?" He asks. I stand up so fast that my chair shoots out behind me, and I plant my hands on the counter.

I smile, teasingly.

"You still obsessed with me?" I question back.

Marco is charismatic and elegant... in the most terrifying way. He is all man. All power. All alpha. A man who can break you if you don't stay away.

"Not in the slightest." He replies firmly.

His eyes remain fixed on me.

"Why are you here?" Marco asks, leaning forward in his chair.

"I have my Uncle Tony tied up in the other room." I begin, watching as his eyes darken. "As much as you two bum lick each other, I'm here to kill him anyways." I utter, not letting my eyes stray from his for even a second.

"Oh really? You have some balls if you think you can come to MY house and-" I cut him off before he can get anymore words out.

"Lets see you try and stop me." I express as he rolls his eyes.

Waves of anger radiate off of Marco's body in a way that should scare me, but instead leave me feeling electrified.

"Why the hell would you bring him here?" He asks, unbuttoning his shirt a little bit.

"So, here's the thing. I couldn't bring him to my house because Tony's 'family'. But I wouldn't mind spilling a little blood on your walls." I tease, standing up and leaning against the counter.

His eyes follow every slight movement I make.

"And It's been years, Marco. Maybe I've been missing you." I lie.

I need to get through to him somehow and the love we once had is a perfect thing to hold over him.

"If you lie to me, piccola, I will kill you." Marco bellows, staring at me with his cold, emotionless eyes.

He leans back in his chair, his shirt pulled tightly over his broad chest; I roll my eyes at the sight of him trying to show off his body.

"You always did like to play rough." I argue, inching in closer to him - closer to the danger stood before me.

"I wasn't rough. It was you who was too soft." He answers back as he runs a hand through his hair.

"I may have been soft but that didn't stop me from making you rock hard." I laugh, provoking him. I notice him mutter something harshly under his breath, through I cannot make out the exact words.

A small smile forms on my lips as he stares deep into my sweetly intense eyes. Marco lets out a chuckle, his broad shoulders rising and falling. He raises his eyebrows and adjusts his shirt before taking a step closer to me.

"Cute, but i've changed. Now, take off your clothes." He demands. I laugh before realising he is dead serious.

"You know it's been a while, right? You can't just assume I'm still interested." I contest, ignoring his demand and remaining in a still position.

"You're pretty, but don't flatter yourself. Now strip. I need to know you're not wearing a wire." He orders, speaking in a more demanding tone than he was previously.

This man is fucking insane.

"No." I respond in defiance.

He looks at me for a long moment, the fire in his eyes reminding me of the old Marco. I can sense when he's getting angry, even though he's desperately trying to hide it.

"For a woman who used to spend her days sitting on my cock, you certainly have a big mouth. Don't forget I know all your dirty little secrets, Lana." He utters, attempting to intimidate me. I raise my arms before crossing them over my chest.

"I'm not playing. Take off your clothes, or I'll do it for you."

He clenches his jaw and glances at me head to toe.

"Controlling as always." I say sarcastically.

"A pain in the ass as always." He replies, a smirk unfolding on his lips. His forceful gaze freezes me in place and I cock an eyebrow.

"But that's not all I ever was to you, was I?"

Marco steps towards me until he towers over me, his gaze burning intensely as he tries staring me down. He looks at me like my secrets are plastered on my face, like my eyes tell more truth than my own words.

"You're even more difficult than I remembered." He expresses as he lunges forward and tears off my outfit. All the while, I keep my hands on my hips and my relaxed gaze unfaltering. The slight twitch of his eyebrows is the first sign of his weakness.

I rattle him further when I cross my arms and push up my boobs slightly.

"Happy? Or do you want to check my bra and panties too?" I inquire, readjusting my bra strap.

He chuckles a little at my question as his eyes wander over my exposed body, pausing at my bust and hips.

"Only if you ask nicely." He responds. A shiver of excitement passes over me, but I instantly repress it.

I forgot how playful Marco could be. And handsome... Ugh, why do I always crush over psychos?

"Ask nicely? Who are you kidding? You can't keep your eyes off me." I laugh, uncrossing my arms to reveal my bare stomach. He looks me directly in the eyes and smiles. "Whatever. Let's get down to business." He expresses.

Marco stands up, takes the gun off the table, loads a bullet, and spins the cylinder before pointing it directly at me. A wave of nerves rattle me, but I set my face into a scowl not giving anything away.

"What, you're going to shoot me?" I ask sarcastically, raising my hands to mock him.

"Only if you lie to me. Don't worry, you'll have your turn too." He explains, raising the gun up higher and higher until it is in my eye line.

I slowly exhale and shake my head.

Marco has always played a dangerous game with me - and almost always won. He got through to me in ways other men couldn't, his touch was too addictive.

"Fine." I snap, taking another small step forward. Marco smiles at my action and leans closer, his voice dropping to a low growl. "Feisty. I'll go first. Let's talk about the man waiting in the other room." He voices, turning his head towards the door for a split second.

My eyes follow his and also meet with the door. A picture of my Uncle Tony, unconscious and tied up crosses my mind.

"Your uncle Tony. He murdered your father and stole your place as Don of the Levine family." He explains, stopping before finishing his sentence. I tilt my head and cock an eyebrow waiting for him to adapt.

"Ask the damn question, Marco." I interrupt, growing severely impatient.

Marco smirks, enjoying toying with me. He takes a few steps forward until I come in contact with the wooden panelling behind me and am trapped under his ruthless gaze. With one hand, he holds the gun to my throat. I feel the cool metal material against my bare skin, caressing me.

He wraps his other arm around my waist, preventing me from moving. His strong grip on me begins to hurt, but I don't show any signs of pain. Marco's eyes fall to the pulse point at my neck. But something tells me he's not thinking like a killer. He leans forward and positions his mouth inches away from my left ear.

Fuck. He is still as rough as ever.

"You must've known that Tony would come after you the second you step foot in New York. So why did you come back?" He whispers, tightening the grip on the gun and on my waist.

"I want to kill Uncle Tony." I answer back. He lifts his head up slightly and raises an eyebrow. "Why?" He asks, curiously.

I think for a moment as I slide my hand over my head, grasping the ends of my hair and brushing through my silky brunette ends. He leans towards me with an arrogant smirk. But this time, there's heat in his eyes.

"Because he took everything from me. My father, my whole fucking life. He has men following me everywhere I go!" I shout, attempting to break free from his grip.

Marco's strong grip on me doesn't fault as his gaze drops briefly to my mouth. He presses up against me and we both breathe deeply.

"And now it looks like he's convinced you to betray me, too." I add while biting down on my bottom lip. He stares at me suspiciously for a while to try and make sense of my words.

"You forget, piccola, that you betrayed me first. Now your turn, ask me a question." He demands, passing me the gun. I immediately grab it and press it hard against his forehead.

"Feel free to shoot me if you think i'm lying." He announces, barely acknowledging the gun that is rested on his skin. My eyes follow the line of his jaw and I can't help but smile.

"Don't worry, I will." I snap, pressing the gun harder into his forehead.

I pause for a moment, thinking about what to ask. My eyes search his for a split second and he glares back at me with curiosity. "Why are you working with Tony?" I ask, staring deep into his luminous burning coals of fire.

"To protect you from him."

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