Page 76 of Little Fury

“It does,” I assure them.

A couple of hours later, we're safely tucked away in one of Mr. Rossi’s buildings. We’re sitting around a table in the little kitchen.“Go fish,”I tell Matt.

He grumbles but takes one from the mess of cards in the middle of the table.

“Caden got any fours?”Ben asks him.

“Fuck kid, how!”Caden tosses his four at him.

“Do you have any kings?”Ben asks Marcus. Marcus says nothing; he just hands the king to him.

“Got any aces? Boss lady?”

“Go fish, asshole.” Ben looks at me like he doesn’t believe me.

The sound of a chair moving makes us all look to the door leading downstairs. Marcus looks at me, and we lay our hands down, standing up we head downstairs.

The room off to the left at the bottom of the stairs has one occupant. The man tied to the chair has hate rolling off of him, and it's directed right at Marcus.

Moving behind Marcus, I go to the counter against the wall and hop up on it to sit.

“Fucking pathetic. Can’t you do anything without her holding your hand? Had I known how much of a pussy you were going to be, I would have just put a bullet in your head instead of wasting time and money sending you to Harry.”

Marcus doesn’t engage him. He waits quietly, letting the man spew his vitriol. Once the older man quiets again, Marcus talks to him.“Uncle Sergi told me a story.” I see the muscles in Mr. Rossi tense at the mention of Sergi’s name.“Do you know what he told me?”Marcus waits momentarily, letting his dad decide if he will answer.

“How the fuck would I know?”He spits out.

“Did you kill my mother?” Marcus asks bluntly.

That question shocks me. Marcus has never said Yuri, Alexi, or Sergi told him that. Enzo stares at his son, deciding what he wants to say, weighing his options, and determining if the truth or a lie will save him.

When he makes his choice, it’s the smile that fills his face that tells me he is choosing a painful death.“It was so amazing killing that fucking cunt.”

“She was your wife. She was my mother, the mother of your child.”Marcus tells his father.

And then Enzo laughs. He laughs at his son. He laughs at his son's words.

“Fuck,”I mutter to myself. I see the look of pleasure on Enzo’s face. And I instantly connect the dots.

“You’re not even my fucking kid, you dumb cunt. Your whore of a mother was already pregnant when we got married. She tried to pass you off as my own. But blood types don’t lie.”

I look at Marcus, watching as both shock and relief pass over his face. I’m proud of him for being able to swallow it down and stay calm.

“Thank fucking God I’m not your son. You have always been a fucking piece of shit, and I was ashamed you were my father. Such a useless dumb cunt.” Enzo, unfortunately, is anything but dumb. He knows he’s going to die in this room now. So, he doubles down and makes sure to hurt Marcus as much as possible with his last bit of time on this earth.

Enzo glares at Marcus, and I see a glint of malice there. Malice and pleasure.“God dammit,”I say under my breath, knowing the asshole is about to drop another bombshell.

“She told me his name, you know.” I see Marcus stiffen. “At the end there, she was pretty beaten and broken. But she still had some venom in her. I loved breaking her. That Russian princess. Thinking she could make a fool out of me. Thinking she could make me look stupid to our world by trying to trick me into raising someone else’s bastard.

“She thought she was so fucking clever, so fucking untouchable,”Enzo saysquietly. Marcus is standing there, barely breathing; he is so still.“But I fucking touched her. My guys fucking touched her for hours. One after another. They treated her good, treated her like the whore she was. And oh, how she begged for me to kill her at the end. It was so beautiful hearing her whimper; the pain in her cries is still music in my ears. She was in so much pain only speaking in Russian. The tears and the blood were a spectacular sight to behold.”

I know what he’s doing. He’s trying to push Marcus to get him so angry that he just kills him. But I won’t let that happen. I won’t allow him a fast and painless death after all the hurt he has caused my best friend his entire life.

I slide off the counter and walk towards Marcus. I grab his hand, but he doesn’t look at me. I force him to turn and look at me. Force him to break his line of sight with the man tied to the chair.“Marcus,”I say, but he doesn’t meet my eyes.“Marcus,”I touch his face, but he still doesn’t meet my eyes. I tilt my head up and brush my lips against his. I brush them across again, firmer this time. I find the bottom of his shirt and slide my hand up underneath it, placing my hand on his abdomen. The muscles under my hand are so tense.

I move my hand up to his heart, feeling it beat under his skin. I deepen the kiss, sweeping my tongue over the seam of his lips and coaxing him to let me in. His mouth opens slightly, but it’s enough. I slide my tongue into his mouth, touching his. The slightest noise leaves him. I feel a hand grasp my waist. Marcus kisses me back then, pouring his pain and anger into the kiss and giving it to me. His hands slide down and grab my ass, lifting me.

I wrap my legs around his trim waist, bringing him closer. He walks us backwards until his boots hit the bottom of the counter, and he drops my ass on it, embedding himself between my legs. His kiss is hard and desperate. His hands still gripping my ass, he pulls me forward and grinds his hardening cock against the seam of my jeans, pushing the stiff material against my core.

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