Page 140 of The Cute Psycho

"What do you mean? What did he ever do to you?" I'm tired of Marcello warning me off Vlad but never telling me anything more.

"He isn't like other people, Sisi. Don't try to find anything good about him because there's none. Yeah, he's damned smart, and he makes sure to use that brain of his to manipulate everyone around him," he continues, and I stifle the urge to roll my eyes.

"You're still not telling me why you dislike him so much."

Marcello sighs. "I don't dislike him per se, but I know to be wary of him. He's... unpredictable. He has his interests and he doesn't care who he harms as long as he reaches his goals. Why, he might as well have been the one who put the gun in Valentino's hand," he mutters, and I still.

"What do you mean?"

"It's complicated, Sisi. I told you, he's not what he seems, and I need you to trust me that no good will come from you being anywhere near him. Only death comes to those who get tangled with him."

"Fine," I lie to placate him, even though he still hasn't told me why he's so wary of Vlad.

On the bright side, at least Marcello's speaking to me again.

As I'm starting to hope that harmony will return to our house, Marcello gets himself into trouble again. Granted, this time it's for saving Lina, but after what he's done to her it's the least he could do.

I don't realize how bad his situation is, though, until I get to the hospital. Vlad and Adrian are already there, and they tell me that Marcello's had a narrow encounter with death. Lina had gotten awaywith a few bruises only, and Enzo had managed to convince her to go home and rest.

"At least there's no more danger, right?" I ask Vlad when we're finally alone. Marcello's been moved to a private salon, but the anesthetic hasn't worn off so we can't see him yet.

"Yes. I killed Nicolo myself. In fact, I have his body in the trunk of my car and I should probably get rid of it soon." He scratches the back of his head, feigning an innocent look.

"Damn." I swat him. "That's reckless," I say, narrowing my eyes at him, and he looks bashfully away. "You do realize I'm not marrying you in prison," I add, watching a sheepish smile spread on his face.

"And miss the conjugal visits?" One finger trails down the front of my dress, lightly caressing my nipple.

"Get your head out of the gutter, mister." I catch his finger, pushing it away. "We need to get rid of that body while my brother is still out of it."

"I forgot you're not the squeamish type, Hell Girl," he drawls, caging me against the wall. One look around and I realize we're in full view of the entire hospital.

"People are watching." I raise my eyes to find him gazing at me with an amused expression on his face.

"Let them watch." He lowers his mouth to my ear, his voice making the hairs on my body stand up. "You know how my cock reacts every time you're talking murder," he whispers, his tongue sneaking out to lick the lobe of my ear.

"The murder has already occurred," I mention, trying to steer the conversation to a more serious order of business. "We need to do the clean-up."

"Doesn't matter, it involves a body. A dead body," he continues, twirling his tongue around my cheek, "you know I love it when you talk corpse to me," he says and I can't stop myself from giggling.

"Is that so? You love it when I talk corpse to you?" I grab him by the lapels, bringing him into me.

"Hell Girl, you have no idea how hard you made me the first time I saw you push your hand into that nun's guts. Fuck if it wasn't the hottest sight I've ever seen," he rasps against my flesh.

"Mmm, since it's confession time," I start, watching his pupils dilate with arousal, his nostrils flaring as he pushes himself into me, rubbing his erection against my stomach, "I was dripping wet when you choked me in the church."

"Sisi," he groans, his shoulders sagging. "You shouldn't say something like that."

"Why?"

"It makes me want to do more. Things that would make you scream in pleasure and in pain."

"Do it," I dare him, wanting everything he has to offer.

"Fuuuuck!" He takes a deep breath. "Let's get rid of the body."

A smile pulls at my lips at his obviously frustrated expression, and as we get to the parking lot, he opens the trunk to give me a sneak peek of Nicolo—or what's left of him.

"You couldn't have made this cleaner?" I shake my head at him. The entirety of Nicolo's skull had been blown to pieces.

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