Marco - Secrets

I watch as she leaves the kitchen. She uses humour as a way to deflect. She uses jokes to avoid serious questions and answers. Strolling to the cupboard, I pull the mop out.

Sure, they will clean up, but I may as well. It saves anyone from slipping. Quickly wiping up the coffee, she decided to splash across the marble floor. I stepped back and placed the mop away.

Grabbing coffee, I walk back to my room.

"You took your time."

My head snaps up.

"Sorry, Sir. I didn't mean."

"Yes, you did. Just leave." I stand, watching as Roxy walks to the door. She hesitates for a moment.

"I apologise, Sir, for my forwardness." She nods and disappears. Drinking the coffee, I run through some work before showering and dressing.

Stepping into the office, my brothers and some of the men are waiting for the updates.

"Well, brother?" Lorenzo looks at me. "Is she a spy, crawling her way into this to cause issues to avenge her father?" His smirk widens as he leans back.

"Son." Turning, I look at our father. C