Page 119 of The Cute Psycho

For now...

"What if we get caught? You know what Marcello thinks of you even being in the same room as me," I tell him, pursing my lips.

After the birthday debacle, Marcello had taken me aside and had warned me against Vlad, telling me he might seem charming, but that it's nothing but a facade. Of course, he'd gone on to name all of Vlad's flaws, not counting on my finding them appealing.

I'd nodded, feigned understanding, and we'd closed that discussion.

"He won't be able to do anything when I marry you," he whispers against my throat as he takes me into his arms.

"I don't remember you proposing," I retort.

It's not the first time he's said that he will marry me, and while I'd accept it in the blink of an eye, I want him to work for it. I won't settle for anything less than the perfect proposal. Besides, he should hurry if he ever wants to have sex, since for some purely idiotic reason, he'd gotten it into his head that he's only going to sleep with me when we're married.

"It's what you deserve," he'd try to convince me, even when his cock was one thrust away from claiming me.

We'd tried to do it a few times before, but he just couldn't fit inside—a terrible combination of me being too small and him having an abnormally large dick. When he'd notice that he was hurting me too much, he would promptly stop, concerned.

The most he'd gotten in had been the head, and while it had hurt, it had also felt heavenly. I would have taken all the pain if he would just shove it in and be done with it. But no, he'd reacted like he was the one hurting.

For someone who claims he doesn't have feelings, he'd sure shown more consideration than a lot of people would have.

I sigh just thinking about it.

"Soon," he whispers, suddenly rising up to dress.

I watch him with interest, thinking it wouldn't be bad at all to have this every day.

"Soon..." I repeat, a little disappointed.

It's later when I emerge from my room that Marcello calls me to his study, a grave expression on his face.

For a moment, I fear he knows about Vlad, and I'm ready to deny everything to my dying breath. After all, I don't want any blood spilled, as I have no doubt that would happen if he knew what we were really up to.

I don't really understand how their relationship works. Both claim to be friends, but Marcello would rather keep Vlad at arm's length, certainly far away from the family. And seeing how a so-called friend treats him, I can't help but feel sorry for Vlad. Why is it that no one tries to understand his side too?

"Sisi," Marcello rises up, "I have something I need to talk to you about, and I need your discretion."

"Yes, of course," I reply, frowning a little at his request.

"You know the situation with Lina and Sacre Coeur," he goes on to tell me that he suspects another mob family, Guerra, might have had something to do with the death of the nun.

"As retaliation for Father Guerra, you mean," I add, and he nods.

"Father Guerra was the nephew of Benedicto, the current capo. It stands to reason they would want some type of revenge. However, in my interactions with Benedicto, I have not been able to gauge any hidden grudges. On the contrary, he's been very enthusiastic about working together and..." He trails off, looking a little uncomfortable.

"And?"

Marcello grimaces. "He's been particularly vocal about introducing you to his son."

"His son?" I ask numbly, not sure I understand where this is going.

"His son, Rafaelo, is around your age and..." He seems mightily uncomfortable.

"Out with it, Marcello. What is it with his son?"

He takes a deep breath. "He's hoping there might be a match between the two of you."

My eyes widen in disbelief, and I'm ready to make up an excuse, anything to not have to deal with that. But Marcello quickly amends his words.

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