Running from Leo

BONUS CHAPTER 1: The Babysitting Partner

A/N: Trying this Third POV thing for the first time. Excuse my mistakes (if any). Enjoy :)

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Marcus Agostini did not understand why he went wrong in life. He did wrong things for a living, proved people wrong but never understood why he actually went wrong. Not where, why. It was simple proven fact that he knew where he went wrong but never understood why. He did everything to keep his family safe. He took out all his enemies, finished them all so that his future and his future generations would be safe and maintain that safety. It took every ounce of his energy, blood and sweat to stand where he was now.

Alone.

He scoffed to himself and drank his morning tea while watching the vast luscious green fields dance in the summer wind through his huge glass paned window in his office.

There was a time when he was not alone. He had people that genuinely cared about him, some even claimed to love him. Lies. He never had time for useless emotions. They were signs of weakness and he knew weakness too well now. His folks were weak. His father, rest his pathetic weak soul, shot dead by an old enemy who also died by a gun shot. A useless fight it was. Both parties dead. His mother, rest her dumb soul too, couldn't bear the pain. In the night of her deceased husband's funeral, she was gone too, leaving behind a barely two year old son who was then raised by nannies and was taught everything he had to learn through his education days. He never felt his parent's absence. Always been too busy to even think about them. He just remembered them as his makers who brought him to this dark side of the world.

Decades later, he finds his younger son weak and God forbid if he turned out weak too. Too bad he knew that it will always come flying back to the Agostini family like a bug and bite him too. What a shame, he thought.

He knows he has no control over this certain love bug, which was something he despises.

Who knew that one fine day, he too was a victim of that nasty little bug.

Suddenly, the taste of his morning tea became sour yet he kept drinking it. It had been a really long while since he had ever thought of her too. He had permanently closed that chapter of his life, just like his deceased folks. Got engrossed in his work so much that he had forgotten that she was still here, only floors away. Everything was perfect until that cruel, little vixen named Amelia Jones, now Amelia Jones Agostini since yesterday, opened her big mouth and brought back awful memories which were locked away.

Devil save us all from that abomination of her finally carrying our family name.

She was good. Clever good. Found out everything on her own and used his own actions against him. If she would have find it out everything on their first meeting, he might have actually considered her to be a part of his working family. She could have been the first woman who would actually do some dirty work for the family and not indulge in prostitution. Shame, she took a lot of time and that offer got closed as quickly as it came.

Marcus sighed deeply. What that vixen knew were bits and pieces, some old lies, a small summary of his life in early twenties.

His life story was simple.

He was young when he saw her. He saw her. He wanted her. He had got her. He loved her. She loved him back. He saw her dream of seeing the entire world and dreamt it with her. He saw her forge useless plans to get out of this cruel life but when the time came, he let her go.

Of course she came back to him. Their love for each other was strong. One week later, she came knocking on his doorstep.

"I don't need to see the outside world if I have mine right here."