Marco - Movements

Present Day

As I pace the floor, my anger rises.

"How do you manage to lose a fucking gun?" I step towards him. My fist clenched.

"I erm, I placed it on the desk." His body quivers.

"You placed it on the fucking desk and turned your back on it?" Stepping closer, he nods.

"I didn't think. I always do it. I don't understand. One second, it was there, then it was gone. I searched and saw no one." His words burn me.

Pushing him back, I stand over him.

"Not seconds. Seconds meant you would have fucking seen who walked in and took it!"

Someone was there, or he is lying. Lying so he can keep the gun concealed, to use later, maybe? I watch him cower on the floor.

"Someone sort him out." Turning, I walk out, Mac follows, and I enter the SUV. "Take me to Al Prato." I hope he knows who it was or saw something.

Sucking in a breath, I count.

Bury the emotions

Hide the anger

Don't feel

Stopping outside, the door is opened for me. I walk in and look at Dom.

"I can tell you." He laughs slightly, and I stare at him in shock. "The other night, a pretty little thing walked straight in here. Covered in sweat and on edge. I took note of her, but only because her eyes were, well, different."

He sighs slightly and grumbles.

"Different, how?" How were they different?

"Her left eye. Half was Blue, half green, and her right eye was all green. As in one side blue, one side green, not the inside blue and outside green."

I stare at him. I get what he's explaining.

"To be fair, I wouldn't have paid much attention to her face had it not been for her eyes."

"So, a woman?" A woman stole from me?

"Barely, she looked about twenty, not old enough to be out of school, to be honest. Her hair was black. As I said, one of her eyes was half blue, half green, and the other was all green. She was a pretty little thing, to be honest." He grins at me.

"Okay, Mac, get Sawyer on it. Everyone should watch out for a woman with black hair in her early twenties or younger. Same eyes as her." Turning, I leave the cafe, knowing that we will find her. Unfortunately for her, her eyes are her downfall.

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I face her, waiting. Her hair is jet black, and Dom wasn't lying. Her eyes are mesmerising, something I have never seen. One is two colours. He wasn't lying when he said she was a pretty little thing.

"What's your name, girl?" Her head rises, and she glares, infuriated at me.

"I apologise, my lady. What is your name?" Her eyes widen as she bites against her lip. I watch her neck roll as she slowly swallows.

"I can see you're not willing to say, so how about we start with the real information? You took the gun, right?" I watch, waiting, and her head shakes. She rolls her eyes, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

Show no emotion

Feel nothing

"Okay." I consider my words. "How about you keep the gun, but tell me where the ring is? It was with it and is worth nearly a million." I smile, seeing her eyes widen, and my mouth slowly opens.

"There was no fucking ring there when I took the gun, so I suggest you recheck your men's pockets."

Chuckling, I nod. "I don't need to check them. There was no ring lady. Now, we have established you did take the gun. Where is it?"

Her mouth clamps down. Then, I watch it open again. "I don't know." I can see she isn't lying.

"You must have an idea. Did you sell it? Give it away, place it down somewhere?" To take it and have no idea where it is is impossible.

"I can't remember, so I'm guessing my socks and shoes are off as you're going to start cutting away toes, right? It's fine. Who needs ten anyway?"

I watch her grin rise; she's fiery, and I like that.

No!

Don't feel

No emotion

Stay calm, stay cold.

"Okay, take her back, give her the guestroom on the east wing. Have a guard outside her door." I stand and turn, watching as her mouth drops open upon hearing my words.

"You can't fucking keep me!"

Smiling, I turn back to her. My hands grip the arms of the chair and lean into her face. I suck in a breath. The smell of her overwhelms me. Shit. Fighting back the groan, I stay over her.

"I can, and I am. Until I am sure you're not lying and not hiding any more information, you're not leaving my sight. Now, what's your name? Tell me, and I may feed you tonight."

"Oh, thank you, big bad mafia monster, for offering me food. No thanks." Her words have me chuckling.

"Pass me a kit." I watch her eyes widen, my hand reaching back. I take it from whoever hands it to me and take out the swab. Gripping her chin, I tilt her head back.

I watch the roll of her throat as she swallows, her eyes staying on mine. Using the swab, I sweep it around her cheeks inside her mouth. If she doesn't speak, I will find out who she is.

I place the swab in the bag and hand it back to whoever is behind me.

"Have them run it, find out her identity. Then, she can hide nothing." I keep my hand tight on her jaw, my fingers digging into her skin.

Her body moves, squirming almost. I need to step back.

Releasing her, I move back, walking away without looking at her. "As I said, get her there. Until I know she isn't lying, she stays." I will find out the truth: she wanted the gun for something.

~~~*~~~*~~~*~~~

Dario faces me, and I know he and my brothers all have questions, and right now, I have no fucking answers. Not even one.

I left our little house guest to get settled, and I worked. This morning, however, the results came back, and I am floored. We're all floored.

"Surely she knows?" Lorenzo quizzes me.

"Maybe she does. Maybe this is a trap. You need people watching her, Marco," Matteo says now.

I know they are right. What are the chances the young, beautiful woman who walked into my warehouse, stole my soldier's gun and walked out is a Salvadore?

Fucking Salvadore, I thought the bloodline ended with Rocco. Apparently, though, when I pulled the blade across his neck, he had a daughter. A fucking daughter!

"Maybe she is here for his share. She was just waiting for the moment to slip through the cracks." Lorenzo laughs.

"If she is here to cause issues, she is dead." My words are cold. Memories of Rocco and his behaviour flood me. He's a wild bloodline. They act on impulse and are crazed.

She reminds me of them, the way she was.

"You know I won't let you hurt the woman brother, not without any warrant." Matteo looks at me. He's too soft for his own good.

"I will watch her. Question her. She won't leave here or have access to the outside world until I am sure she isn't a threat."

I picture her in my mind, her flawless beauty, those eyes. Nothing at all strikes me as Rocco, but she is his daughter. I need to sort this out. We have too much going on right now without adding another issue.

"The bodies are sorted." I turn, looking at Matteo. "News report should be showing any time now. Two rival gangs fighting over drugs."

I nod at my brother, he's a clever motherfucker. As our local politician, he helps cover a lot of the shit that happens. I will need to visit my little house guest.

Ask questions, and figure out what she is up to. Was her taking the gun a game, a way to get brought in? Standing, I stroll out of the room, giving a quick nod to them as a goodbye.

As I stopped outside her room, I knocked and opened the door. Stepping in, I see her sitting wearing my shirt that someone had given her to sleep in. My eyes trail along her legs, my cock hardening as I do.

Stepping closer, I notice bruises across her body. Who hurt her? I look at her arms and notice more bruises there. If she knew what she was, she wouldn't be hurt. Maybe she doesn't know?

I stay staring at her, my heart racing more as I do. She's beautiful and fierce, yet I see no resemblance to Rocco. How is that even possible? I won't lie, Rocco was a good-looking guy, and well, my little damsel is fucking stunning.

"Can I help you? Or are you here for the show?" Her words snap me out of my thoughts.

No emotion

Don't feel

Sucking in a breath with my eyes closed, I centre myself again.

"I came to invite you to breakfast. Please get ready. You won't need your jumper." Turning, I walk out and give her space to get dressed.

Hugh smiles at me, my eyes snapping to him as he straightens. Was it that obvious I was enjoying her body?