Marlon Teixeira as Romano Salvatore

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Chapter 10 is dedicated to
GiyaMalik
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Isabella Denise

I was breathing frantically but silently as I held on to Marco's shoulder while he peppered me with light and feathery kisses, leaving me wanting even more, I felt a certain throbbing in my sensitive region and all I could think of was 'this is it. This is how I lose my virginity.'

My head was clouded with lust and my eyes were shut tightly, Marco's one hand was on my thigh caressing it lightly while his other hand was on my waist holding it tightly towards him. His lips were on my neck placing his favorable kisses lightly, he reached my sweet spot.

"Wow! You guys have it going on!" Antonio's voice interrupted us and Marco and I quickly pulled away from each other as fast as we could.

"What the FUCK do you want Antonio!" Marco yelled at him and Antonio raised his hands in defense and stepped back,"I really needed a moisturizer but I see that you have yours and don't want to be disturbed, so I'm just gonna go." Antonio said winking at me and I blushed 'hard' because the moisture he was talking about was the moisture in between my thighs that I bet is dripping.

Antonio left after that and Marco cursed under his breath as he pressed his body against mine making me gasp yet again, he cupped my cheek and looked into my eyes and then down at my lips but pulled away and walked away.

Why can't he kiss me!?

A sigh escaped my lips as I processed what had happened just a few seconds ago. I opened my hair and ran a hand through them which wasn't really easy since it had a lot of tangles in it.

Guess I have to brush them again. This was the second time Marco was close to kissing me but he didn't and this was the second time I felt rejected by him, I didn't stop him then why did he stop himself? Isn't this what he wants?

I leaned my head back in frustration and groaned, now I'm going to walk outside and he's going to act as if nothing happened and that's exactly what happened.

I walked out of the closet and he acted as if nothing had happened as he went through his phone not even glancing up at me.

Bella, I am incapable of leaving you.

His words ran through my head and I frowned. He was a womanizer and a playboy asshole, why did he say that he was incapable of leaving me? I mean it has only been 2 freaking days since I have met him.

I just simply walked into the bathroom and brushed my hair in front of the mirror and occasionally glancing back at Marco through the slight ajar door.

Sighing while looking at the mirror I stepped out and eyed the room before I looked towards Marco. "What ya doing?" I asked him and he looked up from his phone to look at me.

"Work." He simply said and went back onto his phone. "I want a tour of the house Marco." I said crossing my arms over my chest, it was getting late now, I checked the time on my watch to see it be 7:45 pm.

How long was I out for?

"Not now, Bella" Marco said not looking up from his phone, I groaned at him and his grip on his phone got tighter for what reason I don't know.

"What am I supposed to do now?" I asked him, because seriously most of the time I had a job to do but I don't work for Albelino anymore so I don't have to do his dirty work.

"Unpack." He replied plainly and I rolled my eyes."Wow you are so good at keeping a conversation!" I said sarcastically before turning over to my suitcases and dragging them to the walk in closet.

I started unpacking placing my clothes in their rightful places. I just learned a new thing about myself, 'I hate unpacking' I didn't know this before because I never really used to shift anywhere for ever or temporarily so I didn't really most of the time get a chance to actually do some real unpacking.

After I was done unpacking I breathed out in relief since I never really realized I had that many clothes. More than half of the closet was still empty and I wanted it to be that way since too many clothes mean that more confusion in what you're going to wear.

"You done unpacking?" Marco asked and I looked behind me to see him leaning against the door frame and I nodded at him. "Good because it's time for dinner." He said and the word 'Dinner' made my stomach grumble because I haven't eaten anything after the bowl of cereal I had when I was in Italy, and honestly I'm totally exhausted right now.

"Oh thank goodness! I'm starving!" I said and he chuckled before asking me to follow him to the dinning room, this time I took my time to memorize the way to the dining room to the kitchen and some other parts of the west wing which included the lounge, the gaming room and the karaoke room.

By the time we reached the dinning room, people were seated there having light talks with the person next to them and like that. When me and Marco entered the dining room the room fell silent and the silence was not comfortable at all.

Everyone looked our way now whispering to one another 'that's Isabella Denise' 'I bet I can whoop her ass' 'she's nothing like Ronda rousey or Gina Carano' ok I'm definitely sick of hearing this Ronda Rousey thing.

Marco sat at the head of the table obviously because he was the boss and he made me sit beside him. Everyone stood up for Marco in respect as he entered the room and before Marco sat down on his royalty chair he signaled the men to sit down and took a seat.

"I guess you all know who she is, so I don't think I need to introduce her to you people correct?" Marco said referring to me and everyone nodded at his question or replied win a 'yes'.

The food came a minute later and was served to everyone and they all dug in eating like animal while they snickered the same old goddamn things about me.

"You all do know that I can hear you right?" I spoke loudly and they all quieted down and looked at me,"Well you know it's pretty weird, you look nothing like what we expected." A guy with long curly brown hair spoke, he was seated next to Alessandro who was sitting next to Antonio and Antonio was sitting next to Marie who was sitting in front of me at the other side of Marco.

Rose was sitting at my left as Marco was on my right and Jenoah sat next to his wife and then the long line continued to the unknown people.

"And let me guess you all thought that I would look like Ronda Rousey?" I asked laughing but then I turned serious in a second.

"You all know what? You think you guys can beat me but let me tell you that I am ready to accept whoever challenges me and I'll kick their ass for sure." I said smirking and the Curly guy smirked at me.

"Baby I'm the best assassin they have here, how about you fight me hun?" He was challenging me and I smirked.

"Fine." I did and turned back to my eating leaving everyone amused.

I really left like kicking each of their asses. Just because I'm an female assassin doesn't mean I have to look like Ronda Rousey, Gina Carano or Michelle Rodriguez. I can look like a sweetheart girl but be a badass from the inside.

I looked over at Marco and he was smirking at me and then out of the blue her leaned forward towards me and my grip on my fork had tightened. "Bet I can beat you, amore." He said and I frowned.

"Don't call me that!" I whisper yelled and he looked at me innocently."Call you what?" He asked me smirking.

"Amore! Don't call me that!" I said a little and now everyone on the table was looking at the scene that was going on in front of them. "You know I'm touched that you called me Amore, Amore." He said smirking and gaped at him.

Can he be anymore annoying? Everyone at the table was enjoying the scene and I decided to add a little sprinkle to it.

"I bet you would be touched when I call a douchebag because you're literally hugging one in your head." I said and Alessandro choked on his drink and I smirked. Marco seemed angry at first but then smirked but then suddenly frowned and everyone has quieted down and looked behind me to see a woman more of a whore walking towards us.

She had huge boobs and a big ass which more than half of the men were staring at with a fake tan skin and died platinum blonde hair, she was wearing a tight mini skirt which literally showed her butt and a tight crop top from which her boobs were literally falling out from. Her face was filled with make up and it looked like underdone plastic surgery.

Whore alert!

When she came close all I wanted to do was gag because that's what her smell made me, she smelled like a fat guys sweaty armpits and just the thought of have that made me shiver. I knew Marco smelled the same thing because his hand soon came up to his nose.

"Hey Marco.... Is she annoying you because I can get rid of her for you." She said flipping her fake blonde hair and the smell got even worse and even Marco did his best to not gag at her. She looked at me with disgust. How ironic.

"Excuse me?" I said my anger rising second by second as I covered My nose, everyone near us had done the same and Marie actually did gag and this fake bitch glared at her.

"No Tatiana now go away." Marco said looking away and getting her hand off of his shoulder. "And take a ten hour long shower." Rose muttered under her breath and Tatiana seemed to have heard her so she glared at her before speaking.

"If it isn't the bitch of the room!" She said snickering and looking her up and down with disgust and I spoke up supporting Rose.

"Back off bitch!" I said angrily and she looked my way and she looked me up and down as well in disgust, has she even seen herself in the mirror?

"Um excuse me? Was I talking to you? No I don't think so, so fuck off!" She said and I decided to play with her as I smirked and stood up.

"Wow....! I see your smell matches your personality, like garbage." I said and this time Antonio choked on his drink and laughed loudly.

"You just got slammed bitch!" He said to Tatiana and she glared his way. She smirked as well and decided to play with me too.

Bitch I'm all game.

"Well I hope you know that you look like a whore!" She said to me smirking and Antonio choked on his drink again."Do you even own a mirror?" I asked and everyone tried to hold their laughs as she gasped and touched her heart taken aback.

"Excuse me I am a respected woman!" She yelled loudly making me cringe, she sounds like a 13 year old squeaky voice girl.

"Yeah and I'm the First Lady of the United States!" I fake grinned at her enjoying the sight of her getting angry and annoyed.

"How shocking!?" I said in surprise and she just clenched her fists harder. "Bitch go take a hike! Wait.... No don't I feel bad for you, you would smell even worse, I suggest you go take a ten hour long shower and then take a hike and never look back." I said looking at her dead in the eye and she stomped her foot before walking say but stopped before a second and turned around.

"Come on! Go on, keep on walking!" I said shooing her with my hands and she groaned before stalking out of the dining rooms and as soon as she left everyone in the room had burst out laughing.

"Isabella Denise you are a savage!" The men inside said and I smirked leaning back in my chair comfortably. "I know." I said as I continued eating my dinner and Marco smirked through out he dinner.

"I was so close to bursting out laughing when you said she smelled like garbage! Nice one!" Marco said as we were heading towards his bedroom, "Well can you blame me? The plants were about to die because of her smell." I said and he laughed even louder.

We had finished out dinner and we were both heading towards his bedroom since we were exhausted. "I'm exhausted!" I whined and Marco chuckled at me before opening the door of his bedroom open for me to enter and I did and he followed me then closing his door behind him and locking it.

"Why'd you lock the door?" I asked curiously looking at him over my shoulder and he grinned,"Don't worry I won't be naughty." He said and I replied.

"If you try anything I'll shoot you in the balls!" I said with a warning tone and pointing my index finger at him threateningly. "I promise I won't." He said I nodded and then walked over to the closet picked out a loose tank top and spandex and seeing Marco was in the washroom I wore them in the closet quickly before he could come out of the washroom.

I walked out of the closet and waited for him to come out of the washroom because every time after eating I really have the urge of using the washroom and no longer than a minute Marco came out in his boxers with his clothes in his hands.

His 6 pack evident and his muscles flex at his every movement, he threw his clothes in the laundry basket he had in one corner of his room and I quickly entered the washroom closing the door behind me, I did my private business and washed my hands with soap before stepping out of the washroom and walking over to the bed to see Marco laying at the opposite direction of me and I noticed two to three faint long scars running behind his back and I couldn't resist to go over and feel them.

I sat on the bed lightly and then lied down looking at his back before lightly running my hands over his faint scars, his back tensed as my hand touched his body, the scars were long and as if he had gotten them by a whip.

A whip.

I know that he had gotten those by a whip, they totally screamed a whip hit. I frowned at the thought of Marco being whipped.

"Marco..." I spoke lightly,"How'd you get them." I asked making sure they actually were whip scars. "Accident." He plainly but sternly replied as my hands pressed against them and my hands moved over them up and down, Marco's back was tight against the palm of my hand.

Marco turned around and now was face front looking at me and cupped my face  and looking into my eyes with intensity and an emotion that I couldn't tell what it was.

He let go of me and wrapped his arm around my waist before pulling me against him so that my chest was pressed against his and his face was close to mine but enough for us to have a teensy weensy personal space.

"Marco those scars don't look like accidents to me, they look like..." I hesitated before speaking and see him get even more tense then before.

"They look like..... Scars gotten by a whip beating." I said lowly and Marco sucked in a breath before looking down and pulling my head against his chest and clapped the lights off.

Clap on and clap off lights...

"Sleep." he ordered me and I frowned, he can't order me he's no father of mine, the thought of my father made my eyes water but I held the tears back before I clapped the lights on and scooted a little away from Marco.

He frowned this time but I ignored it, "Marco who did this to you?" I asked venom lacing my voice for the person who had done this, punishments are punishment but I never like whipping, I despised it.

"They are not whip scars." He said with no emotion in his eyes, the ones that were there were gone to. "That's bullshit Marco!" I said louder than intended and he got angrier.

"And what do whip scars look like? They are not whip scars and now just let it go Bella and go to sleep!" He said loudly with so much authority that if I was a normal person I would have listened to him but I wasn't a normal person so of course I didn't listen to him.

"Like hell their not! Tell me Marco who  gave you these scars!" I know I said louder than before intentionally.

"No one and how would you know what Whip Scars look like huh?" He asked me angrily gripping my waist harder now, his grip made me flinch and he loosened it after seeing me flinch and let go of my waist before clapping the lights off and taking a hold of my waist again and tightly pulling me to him.

"I know how whip scars look like because I have one."
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