Chapter 30

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Kelly.

I stepped out of the shower and dried my body. I got dressed in a high-waisted skirt and a spaghetti-strap bodysuit. I dried and combed my hair. I added a little makeup to my face and some nude lipstick to my full lips. Today was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. I wanted to spend the day with Marco but he said that he was busy.

I was still a bit shaken up after watching Mildred almost die before my eyes. She's been in a coma for three weeks. I went to visit her but I was told that only family members were allowed to see her at this time.

Margaret's son did turn himself in with the advice of his lawyer. The evidence in his murder case was tampered with so he was given a new trial which started on Monday. I was confident that he was going to be found not guilty because he was framed.

My phone rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was Marco calling me.

I answered in a chirpy tone. "Hello, Marco."

"Bambino, I miss you." He murmured.

I could hardly hear what he said.

"I miss you too. Are you okay?" I knew that I sounded concerned.

"I'm fine, Bella. How's your day going?" He asked, warmly.

I gulped before I responded. "It's going good. I had lunch with Loren and then I came home and took a nap."

"I see." He said in a monotone.

"How was your day? Where are you now?" I questioned.

"My day was boring as fuck. I missed you like crazy. I'm down by the garage."

"What!" I shrieked. "You were down there all this time and you didn't tell me."

"No, Kelly. I just got here a few minutes ago." He stated in a deflated tone.

"Okay," I said, slowly.

"What are you doing, Bella?"

"I was putting my heels on when you called," I replied, softly.

There was a pause and then he said, "Come down by the garage, Bella."

A small smile played on my lips. "I'll be there shortly," I told him.

"I'll be waiting, my love." He said and then the call was disconnected.

I looked at myself in the standing mirror one last time before going downstairs.

Marco sat on his black Harley-Davidson motorcycle with his legs apart watching me as I walked into the garage. His white dress shirt was out of his pants and his tie was loosened around his neck. He wasn't wearing a jacket.

My hips swayed and the click-clack of my heels on the ground made him look down at my feet. His eyes looked me up and down and then they settled on my breasts. I went and stood between his long legs and wrapped my hands at the back of his neck while he placed his hands on my ass. He nuzzled into my neck and took a long deep breath.

"You're looking so damn beautiful, Bella." He murmured so close to my lips.

I gave him a sheepish smile. "Thank you, baby."

"You're always welcome. If you didn't have your period, I would've eaten you out right here." He said, gripping my waist.

I blushed as he planted a light kiss on my cheek.

"Your scent is driving me wild." His tone was extremely low.

I giggled as he bit down on my ear lobe.

"So, baby, why did you call me down here?" I asked, bluntly while running my hands across his broad shoulders.

"Do I have to have a reason to want to spend some quality time with my queen?" He asked, raising his eyebrows as he stared at me.

"No, but-" Before I could finish what I was about to say, he captured my lips in a long and gentle kiss.

I moaned softly as his long fingers caressed my legs, which sent chills up my spine.

He pulled away from the kiss and I gasped for air as my hands accidentally touched his crotch. I felt the bulge in his pants.

"There's no but, Kelly." He said, throatily. "I want to spend time with you."

I nodded to let him know that I understood and intertwined my fingers with his.

"Kelly, there's something that I need to tell you." He said, seriously.

I didn't say anything to him.

He continued to speak in a very low tone. "My aunt fell down a flight of stairs at her home in Milan this afternoon. I have to leave for Italy first thing tomorrow morning."

I gulped while looking at him. "I'm sorry to hear that, baby. How's she doing?" I inquired, nervously.

"Not good." He replied with sadness in his eyes. "She's in a coma."

"Oh, no. I hope that she pulls through." I told him.

I really meant it.

He nodded slowly. "I hope so too, Bella."

"Will Luca and Lorenzo be going with you?" I asked, softly.

"Only Luca. Lorenzo will be in charge while we're away."

He caressed my cheek and stroked my hair.

"Lorenzo and Salvatore will ensure that you and Loren are protected at all times." He firmly stated.

"Okay." I barely said and looked away from him.

He held my face in the palm of his hands, forcing me to look up at him.

I stared into his hazel eyes as he spoke.

"Bella, I'm not sure when I'll be back because I want to ensure that she's better before I leave Italy but I'll call you every morning before you leave for work and every night before you go to bed." He promised while looking into my eyes.

"Okay." That was all I said before I kissed the tip of his nose.

"I wish that I could go with you," I confessed to him.

"I wish that you could come with us, too." He wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders and pulled me into a tight embrace.

I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck and breath in his strong masculine cologne.

"Let's go for a ride." He demanded in a whisper as he stood up and held my waist.

I opened my eyes wide and stared at him. "On your motorcycle?!" I asked, excitement lacing my voice.

I loved motorcycles. My father had two when he was alive. I was a pretty good rider.

"Yes, Bella."

"Aren't we going to need protection?" I asked.

"Do you think that I can't protect you?" He asked in a serious tone of voice.

"No, that's not what I meant, Marco. Of course, I know that you can protect me." I assured him.

"We won't go without protection." He said.

"Marco-."

He interrupted me. "It's good, Bella. Stop stressing about that. Let's put your helmet on."

I grinned sheepishly at him.

He helped me to snap my helmet on and then he put his on.

"Are you ready, baby?" He asked humorously as he went on the motorcycle.

"Yes!" I squealed with delight as I sat behind him.

I put my hands around his waist as he sped through the outstretched automated gates.

3rd person's pov.

Whitney pounded her soft hands on the door and cursed under her breath while her bodyguard stood beside her; watching her back.

"Hi, I'm Nikki and this is my younger brother, Jason. We are new to the area and we got lost." She lied to the short curly-haired woman who came and answered the door. "May I use your restroom for a few minutes?"

"Oh, sure." The woman responded while nodding her head at her. "Both of you come on in." The lady stepped aside so that they could come inside the living room.

"It's the first door on your left." She informed Whitney.

"Thanks," Whitney said, faking a smile.

The bodyguard stood, staring around the living room.

"You can have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?" She asked him.

"No." His response was cold and blunt.

The lady nodded at him. She kept looking at Whitney's bodyguard. Deep down she had an uneasy feeling about him.

Ten minutes later, Whitney came back downstairs.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"You're welcome. You can call me Sara. Can I get you something to drink?"

Whitney stared at her with pure evil in her eyes. "No, bitch! I just need you to tell me where your sister is."

"Excuse me!" Sara shrieked. "Get out of my house, both of you."

"Not so fast, bitch!" Whitney yelled at her.

Before Sara could go and open the door, the bodyguard grabbed her and held her in a chokehold.

"Where the fuck is your sister Margaret," Whitney demanded, holding one of Sara's kitchen knives in her hand.

"I don't know. I haven't seen her in over five years." Sara choked out in a shaky voice.

"Liar!" Whitney screamed at her. "Where is Andre?"

Andre was Margaret's son.

"I don't know. I haven't seen my nephew in over five years." Sara replied in a fearful tone.

"You're such a good liar!" Whitney gave her a murderous glare and then she shoved the knife in Sara's abdomen.

Sara screamed but no one could hear her.

"Why?" Sara uttered as she felt the pain throughout her body.

"Because you're a liar. That's why."

Whitney hissed and watched as the bodyguard let go of Sara and she fell to the floor, clutching her abdomen as she moaned in pain.

They both watched while Sara bled out on the floor. Whitney then used her foot and stomped her in the face.

"You shouldn't have lied to me, bitch." Whitney sneered at her.

She and her bodyguard then walked out of Sara's bloody living room as if nothing had happened.


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