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A couple of hours later Ally woke up feeling groggy, it took her a full minute to recognize where she was, and she remembered that it was Marco's room the room she saw that.
Or so she thought.
She tried to get up and saw she was hooked to a drip, when she tried to pull at it the door burst open and a man walked into the room and said.
"No don't do that, no good," he said and his accent was dripping with thick Italian.
"Lie down, Marco come, I bring food," he said and went out. Not long after went out Marco came in.
He closed the door behind him and said.
"We need to talk," he said not wasting time.
"I do not know what you think we have, but it is nothing, we have nothing okay, what happened in the shower was a mistake, and nothing more nothing less," he said with no emotion his face was blank as a white sheet of paper.
"From now on you will sleep in the maid quarters because I don't know the audacity you had to come into a room without knocking" he spat at her and looked at her hands clasped together on her laps. But he was the one who told her to stay here, she thought.
"I specifically told you not to leave this room and you decided to leave and go to work when you were sick and puked all over me," he said and she gasped and looked up to his meet eyes.
She could remember it vividly
"Let it be the last time or you will pay dearly," he said and she could feel the tears brimming in her eyes.
"Have I made myself fucking clear" he shouted and she nodded.
"Answer me" he gritted out.
"Yes.......sir," she said.
"When the doctor says you can leave, Larsa will show you your new room," he said and she waited for him to leave the room before she let the tears fall.
She did not know why she felt hurt, he kidnapped her, yet here she was crying for him, even if and after everything he did she still liked him, she thought they had something, she felt sad she was all wrong.
Marco was so angry he wanted to break something so he carried a very priceless vase and threw it against the wall. He was such an asshole
"Fuck" he said.
He was angry that he felt something for her and he had to push her away, he angry that he could not just take her away from everything and they start a family together.
But he could not tell anyone not even Carlos.
He carried his chair and threw it at one of his shelves And it fell with some books and made a loud noise.
She was like a splinter of fire. She worked her way under his skin until he could not take it anymore and he was sure if he could anymore. She had only been here for a few days.
H____
"What the hell is going on," a very deep voice said and he would know it anywhere.
"Father, you're......here," he said shocked he did not know his dad was coming.
"Yes, I am what is all this commotion about?" His father asked.
He knew he could not tell his dad it was about a girl so he had to lie. As he was about to tell him a false story Carlos walked in, looking grim and smiled when he saw Marco's dad.
"Sir, welcome" Carlos said smiling at Marco's dad.
"Oh Carlos don't be so formal with me" Marco's dad said and pulled Lorenzo into a manly hug.
"Now would someone like to tell me what is going on, I just came and heard things smashing around, and now look," he said gesturing around the room with his hands.
"Well just so you know it is about this g____"
"Game....yes about this game," Marco said after he caught Carlos off.
His father looked at him like he was crazy and did not believe him.
"Let's just forget about it okay, let us talk about more important things like the Russians, and is what I heard true," he told Marco in Spanish.
Then he walked across the room to pick up the chair he threw and put it back in front of the table, aware that they were looking at him, he sat down on the chair.
He did not know that one of the legs of the chair was weak and already shaking.
As he sat down the weak leg fell off, and so did he with the chair.
And again he thought his quick reflex would save him due to training but he was too late because his forehead had an impact with the ground. He groaned. His father and Carlos gaped at him, Carlos started laughing and his father just gaped at him.
He got up from the floor and started talking about the problem at hand putting what happened at the back of his mind. They talked for hours coming up with plans, different strategies, his dad left early because his mother was already calling him to come home, Marco also confirmed he will come home after everything is settled with the Russians.
After his dad left, he and Carlos finished everything then he went to his room thinking about having a warm shower for his headache, as he opened his door he was shocked to see Larsa sitting on his bed, wearing his shirt and rubbing her legs with lotion. He could see her clothes in his wardrobe and he became angry.
"What do you think you are doing" he barked at her, she jumped off the bed scared for a moment.
She walked up to him, swaying her hips acting sexy then she rubbed her hands All over his chest and said.
"We had a great time last night" she purred
"And I am willing to give in__," she said but was caught off as he suddenly gripped her hand tight.
He was controlling himself from throwing her outside of his room, so he held both of her hands tight and hissed.
"This will not happen again if it does I will kill you now get out" he hissed and roughly flung her hands.
She rushed to take her clothes and scurried out of his room. He really needed to warn his men that no one should enter his room ever, this was not even the room they had sex.
That puttana.
He walked into the room and noticed that there was nothing of Ally in his room, he smelled the bedsheets but it was not her smell. But it was the bitch own.
He tugged the sheets removed them and threw them on the floor.
Nothing, his room did not smell like her anymore she was gone. He told her to leave.
Then why did he feel sad, and empty?
All over again. Like the time she left him. No, he said he won't think of her again he shook his head.
He took off his clothes and went to shower with her on his mind again.
Ally fucking Dawson.