Chapter 8 Eight

Alessia's breath hitched the moment the man's intoxicating scent wafted into her nostrils. Her head also found it hard to understand his words. His closeness to her wasn't letting her think through the words he said to her, but luckily for her, she was able to think it through.

"I want you.." Those words rang in her head again when she replayed them. Her blue eyes immediately flew towards him as she frowned. "Excuse me?" She blurted out before she could hold herself back. This stranger had to get something straight, Whatever happened between them was all a mistake between them. God forbids her from ever having anything to do with a wealthy man in Reggio Calabria.

They were all into shady businesses. She had always made a promise to herself that she would never be indulged in fraud, stealing, or any criminal act. This man standing before her had danger written all over him, but his looks were worth dying for.

He looked nothing like a criminal, but one can't deny the aura surrounding him. It was too dark, there were warning signs again and she needed to stay away from him. "Excuse you? No." Marco said, still having that playful grin playing on his face. He couldn't deny she looked even more alluring when she was sober.

All his life was spent building and enjoying the things around him. The world was a cutthroat world where he was newly exposed to corruption. He wouldn't deny he had killed many and had many women on his bed who did all sorts of things he wanted.

But this red hair? She was something to write home about. "Please, please let me go..." Alessia finally begged him, tears already filling her eyes as she tried to find a way to bypass him. Marco wasn't moved by the tears actually, he was more into her facial expressions.

Cute, adorable, and smart. Yes, she had beautiful eyes that seemed to pull him in each time he gazed at them. "You never begged me yesterday to let you go. If I clearly remember, you asked me to go harder. " He mocked, staring her up and licking his lower lips. If he wasn't a good-looking man, Alessia would have cringed at that look he threw at her.

The same look Simone had in his eyes when he tried to rape her. But this stranger wouldn't be like Simone, right? He wouldn't just rape her just like that, would he? Yes, she did sleep with him, but that was when she wasn't in her right mind. She was drunk at that time. It shouldn't be counted.

"Mr... Please, whatever happened between us yesterday was never supposed to happen. I'm sorry about that, please forgive me." She begged again, anything to get away from this man. Marco squinted his eyes and gave a tiny nod. "You're right, it shouldn't have happened." He said.

She nodded her head, thinking that he was finally understanding her point. Just when she thought she had hope, he added, "But it happened and my dear, I'm not one to forgive and forget.

I'll forgive you, but you have to pay for what you did." Her heart dropped at those words. Pay for what? Pay for asking him to have sex with her? But Grace never mentioned something like this to her ever. Why did things related to her have to always go wrong?

"What do you mean? You clearly accepted the offer when you could have simply rejected it." She pointed out confused. Marco raised a brow at her words.

"Lady, you were drunk and I was drunk too. You basically took advantage of me as well." "If you were drunk yesterday, that means I'm not at fault and should be free!" She yelled as anger crawled at the strings of her self-control. Marco still shook his head, refusing to admit that he was wrong.

"I got drunk first and stopped arguing. Take up your responsibility and afterwards, I'll let you go." He finished and took a step away from her. She couldn't even decipher what exactly he was referring to. What responsibilities was he unto?! "What responsibilities are you talking about?" Marco, who was about to walk towards the door, paused and turned around.

"You didn't know me, yet you gave yourself to me. Just to be fair, I'm someone who takes a lot of things personally." She still couldn't understand what he was implying. Couldn't he have just told her directly? Did he have to put her in a confused state? "I apologized, please just let me go." She blurted out again. Marco sighed and darkened his gaze to intimidate her. He only wanted her to stay for a while in order to prove she wasn't the remedy he had been searching for his entire life.

But of course, red hair would always be red hair. Fierce and stubborn. "I only need you here for a few days, I'll let you go once I've confirmed something. And don't you dare try to escape, otherwise, I'll punish you dearly." He probed with no traces of a smile on his face.

He just needed to scare her a bit and get her to stay put. It also worked because she cowered the next minute, sheathing her fangs at once and crawling back into her shell. Just when she thought her life was getting worse because of Simone, it became even worse because she headed to that stupid club Grace had asked her to come by sometimes.

If only she had run to her workplace instead or the cathedral, all these would never have happened. Getting into the traps of the big fishes of Calabria was not the dream she had while growing up. That wasn't the motive of her everyday struggles.

Her dreams and vision were always one; Get rich and leave Italy to the US with Simone and Grace. But Simone had already ruined her entire plan and life. He had destroyed everything she ever worked for in just a matter of minutes. It would be an impossible task to ever forgive him after what he had done and what he had already been planning to do to her earlier. Marco stood silently as he watched the different emotions that played on her face.

He wasn't bothered by them, he only wanted her to comply and obey. "I'll leave you to figure it out yourself then." He interjected and turned to walk away, but Alessia had other plans. Why not hit him and run? Her brain immediately forgot the fact that there were armed men downstairs who wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through her skull the moment they realized what she had done.

Well, she threw that thought out the window as she rushed forward in an attempt to knock him out the way she did to Simone. But of course, Marco wasn't Simone and would never be.

He grabbed the hand that she was already positioned to hit him, then twisted it behind her. She let out an ear-piercing scream again when the pain assaulted her deeply. "This is one thing I'll never advise you to do. I hate sneak attacks and the next time you try this, you'll hate the outcome so damn bad, pet."