Zoey p. o. v
I was barely holding myself from lashing out, the audacity she has.
“Marco knew you wouldn’t leave, guess he was right.” She chuckled softly as if what she said or did was funny.
Ignored her, waiting for her to be done with her message and leave. She won’t come here and act like everything is fine as it is.
“He wants me to take you home, it’s not safe here.” It’s not safe? As if she wasn’t the one that brought us here.
“I’m not leaving, please leave.” I don’t care whether I am rude or not. In fact, I wanted to be rude, it was intentional.
She didn’t reply, I could feel her stare on me, but I refuse to acknowledge that. I guess Marco hasn’t learned about her, a well hidden spy.
“I’m not an enemy, neither did I betray Marco.” She mumbled quietly, I barely heard what she said.
“What?” I probe.
“Do you really think a whole plot will be carried out in this country without Marco getting sniffing it?” She asked.
Of course not, I know that. Marco is well-informed, his spies and subordinates are scattered all over.
He’s the king of all Dons for a reason.
“This was all his plan, Marco asked me to play this role.” She explained.
It was Marco’s plan?
“How do I trust your word?” I mean, she did give us out to the wolves few hours ago.
How do I believe she’s not plotting again?
“If I did betray Marco, I wouldn’t have walked out of that place alive.” That makes sense, but I’m still not trusting her easily.
“I’m sorry Zoey, it was never my intention to cause you harm.” She implored.
“What’s the next move now.” Since she was part of the plan, she should know the details.
“I don’t know.” She averred, “It was supposed to end here, but seems Marco had other plans.”
What? Isn’t this getting out of hand?
I hope whatever Marco has planned, he shouldn’t get hurt, please.
“Are we good now?” Rebecca inquired, even though I don’t trust her yet, I nod yes to her.
“But I’m not leaving, not until Marco comes out unscathed.” I fiercely told her.
“Neither am I.” She affirmed.
“Me too.” Camila and Isabella finally spoke, they have been quiet throughout the interaction between Rebecca and me.
The silence that has stretch in the car for the past hour was not comfortable and not tensed, it was just neutral.
It seems we all trust Marco to handle the situation, I was partially relaxed knowing Rebecca wasn’t a traitor.
The small talks here and there we had, seem to help our mood as well. Something just crossed my mind and is inching me to say it.
“Zoey? Are you alright? You’ve been staring at me for a while now.” Rebecca broke me out of the trail of thoughts.
“Are you in love with Marco.” I blurted out before I could control myself.
Immediately slap my palm over my mouth, shocked that I had just said something like that. And that too in the wrong situation, was I overthinking?
Oh well, since it’s out why not get over it.
Rebecca burst out laughing including Camila and Isabella.
I am a bit embarrassed, but I bite down the embarrassment. I need to know what her true intentions are, if she’s just helping out of friendship or love ship.
They sober up after laughing to their content.
“Zoey, I have never had romantic feelings for Marco before, neither is it happening now. Marco is a friend turned brother to me, and that’s what it will always be.”
I took it as she said, why did I even think of that.
“I’m sorry…. I shouldn’t have asked that.” I apologized.
“It’s fine…” The sound of engines draws our attention, there are cars approaching the warehouse in conveyor.
I’m not sure how many cars there are but it’s up to five no doubt. They stopped in front of the warehouse and men tripped out and making their way inside.
This isn’t good.
Marco p. o. v
The sound of their footsteps from outside reach my ear, I nod at Pierre. He returned the nod, the door burst open, revealing him.
The man I’ve been waiting for.
The second he got a glimpse of me, a smirk broke out of his face. He had a smug look, totally underestimating the situation.
“Pierre, you did an outstanding job.” He complimented. “I didn’t know you could pull this off, too bad your father failed to see your potential.” He adds.
I noticed how Pierre realize what I had told him.
He’s a bait.
“Oh?” Pierre draws. “What if I couldn’t? I would be dead, would you have come to retrieve my dead body?”
He didn’t say anything immediately, choosing his words wisely. His men draw close, with their hands on the guns ready to fire.
He could have killed Pierre right here if I wasn’t here.
He didn’t want me to know how he treats his subordinates.
“Of course, Pierre. You’re one of my trusted man.” He laughs trying to ease Pierre.
“Hmmm, then I’m relief.” Pierre chuckles with him.
He finally acknowledged my presence, I still sitting on the chair only this time, I had myself cuffed to make it believable.
“If not the almighty, Vincenzo Alfonso’s son gracing us with his miserable presence.” He commented, disgust coated his lips.
He went on as I didn’t bother with a reply.
“It’s a shame he isn’t here to witness the fall of his son, and that pretty little wife of his. She would be weeping for her son if she was here. That would have been a lovely sight, right?” He turned to Pierre, nodding mockingly.
“Too bad I have no time to send them invitation.” He shook his head as if he regrets it.
“I did.” Pierre cuts in.” I sent them an invitation, I figured you’d want them to witness your might.”
“Well-done, well-done. You have work hard, I didn’t choose the wrong person to inherit your father’s place.” He praised.
I’ve had enough of his boasting, he needs to be humbled.
“Boris Mstislav, Fifty years old, Russia lord. Rumors has it that no one has ever defeated you on combat, you’re labelled as the combat master.” I introduced him to himself.
Again with the stunned expression, I mean come on, snap out of it. You don’t expect me to be clueless of who my opponent is, I should be able to know them to the very least.
“You know who I am?” He wasn’t as smart as he’s rumored to be strong.
“Enemies with Vincenzo Alfonso and you expect his son not to know who you are?” I throw back at him.
He was silent before chuckling, I waited for him to sober up to continue.
“Of course, it’s good to know your enemies. Good boy.”
If only he knew what I had in store for him, he wouldn’t dare call me boy.
“I have a deal for you.” I dismissed the rubbish he had spouted out.
“Oh? The boy wants to make a deal.” He laughs with his men.
One dangerous trait he has which is also one of his weaknesses is underestimating his opponent. His men murmuring about what made me think I am entitled to strike a deal.
They just as foolish as their leader, and I thought I could recruit a few.
“I’m all ears, let’s have it.”
“I want to bargain on a life.” I said silencing the whole place.
“Oh? A life, you say, why would you trade your life when it is already mine.” He’s taking the situation like a joke.
“Who said I’m trading my life?” I lift an eyebrow at him.
“Whose then.”
“Yours.” I smirked as it is my turn.
“I’d like to spar with the renounce combat master, if you win I will spare you’re life. But if you lose, see you on the other side.”