Chapter 21

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It was about 4:32 in the evening and Marcello was about to head to his meeting, He wore an all black suit with a few buttons undone revealing his manly chest hair and tattooes he also had a gold watch wrapped around his wrist

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It was about 4:32 in the evening and Marcello was about to head to his meeting, He wore an all black suit with a few buttons undone revealing his manly chest hair and tattooes he also had a gold watch wrapped around his wrist. He looked delicious. It was a shame we couldn't go for round 2 right now because I definitely would.

He walked up to me giving me a quick kiss goodbye before heading out the door. My mind went back to a couple of hours ago when he asked me if I wanted to move to Italy with him, the thought made my heart pump out of my chest and the butterflies in my stomach began to dance.

I did want to eventually start a family with Marcello but if we were to ever settle down he would really need to sort his shit out like trusting me or letting me handle myself sometimes, instead of him doing it all for me like i'm some damsel in distress

I sat down on the sofa with a tub of chocolate ice cream in my hand scoffing it like a pig watching some shitty 1980s rom-com

"Shit" I whispered to myself as I spilled a little ice cream on my shirt trying to wipe it off with my finger but of course my shirt is white.

I quickly hurried to the sink trying to get rid of the reminense of the ice cream when I heard a huge banging sound upstairs as if someone dropped something

Of course the smart thing to do was grab a knife and call Marcello but I can handle things myself, I sometimes think he forgets i've killed men 10x my size before

I headed upstairs trying to make as less noise as I can just in case there is potentially someone in the house. I looked in all the rooms, which were clear, except the guest bedroom. I peaked inside looking through the wardrobes and trying to find the thing responsible for making that banging sound

Suddenly I felt a cold object press against my neck and a hand against my waist holding me still, The hand looked to be a womans hand and I instantly recognised the manicured nails

"Scarlett what the fuck are you doing" I whisper yelled, the sharp object which felt like a knife pressed futher into my skin causing me to gasp

"Shut the fuck up and listen to me" She gripped my waist ushing me to walk out of the guest room and into the hallway "If you try anything smart I will fucking kill you" She spoke in a harsh tone as we walked down the stairs carefully

"Vincent won't like this" I warned and she just chuckled

"Like I give a fuck" She spoke guiding me towards the front door

My mind was racing with thoughts, why the fuck was Scarlett of all people holding a knife to my neck and why the fuck would she want to kidnap me

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