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"You wanna play with fire?
Stick and poke tattoo?
You wanna play, my new girl?
I wanna play with you"

Elvira

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IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE:

would you all rather this book be long, or cut off around forty chapters and made into a second book? My plans can be written over two books or one.

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"The plan is to get you out of here from under his nose." Dante explained, sipping from the tea. Based on how his leg bounced up and down he needed it to calm his nerves. No doubt he was afraid of Marco, no matter how stoic he seemed. I was scared of Marco, and I crossed him frequently. "I'm not sure how long it will take though, the FBI wants to make sure you get out safely but they haven't created your new identity just yet."

"How much longer do you think this will take?" It was starting to become apparent to me that Marco was growing onto me. Like a leech. Of course it wasn't rational, I knew that. But I couldn't get a handle on my sexual urges or the emotional tugs.

"They are telling me two months." The lines of his lips curved downward, pity shadowing over his face. It meant more than he knew to me. The thought of having someone else care for me other than immediate family. At least someone who was close by, someone I could speak to. "They want to be positive you can make it out alive. Marco is unpredictable, I'm not sure if he'd kill you if you tried to escape."

The sound of leather tearing away from my thighs echoed throughout the room. The slight sweat on my skin making it hard to shuffle on the fabric. "It's best that I play along then?"

"Unfortunately so. I'd like to see you make it out of this place alive." Dante reached over and placed the tea cup onto the porcelain saucer, his hand shaking like a teen with nicotine withdrawals. "I wouldn't change too much, he picks up on every little detail Elvira."

"Who does?" It did not take more than the first word said to know who had come into the room. It did cause me to wonder how Marco had entered the room quietly. When my eyes met with Marcos I noticed his common stature. He leaned against the air like it was a wall and crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes moved from mine and traveled over to Dante's. "Shouldn't you be with Aurora?"

"Can I not have friends Marco? It gets so lonely in this place, and you're always too busy screaming in Italian to pay any attention to me."
It was a bold lie, everyone in this room knew it was.

"Sorry Don, I was explaining to her that she can't keep skipping meals. I'm not going to keep making excuses for her full plates." Unlike when I moved on the leather couch it made no sound once Dante parted from it. Perhaps it was because he was wearing pants and I wasn't. Dante waited for a nod of acceptance before exiting the room.

"You're skipping meals?" He flexed his arms over his chest, as if trying to dominate me with nothing but his posture. The navy blue shirt he wore fit his olive skin well, the stubble on his jawline had been perfectly trimmed. The sight took my breath away.