Love Jason

Chapter 22

Emily's POV

"Are you okay? It's me, my love," he whispered into my ear, planting kisses on my cheeks and forehead.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as the realization of what he had put me through washed over me. Without thinking, I lashed out at him with all the strength I had.

"How dare you leave me here all alone for days! You had me so worried. You couldn't even ask me if I wanted to stay here," I cried out, each word accompanied by another blow. To my surprise, Marco didn't retaliate; instead, he stood there and absorbed my outburst, allowing me to release my pent-up emotions.

"Hey, don't cry," he whispered, enfolding me in his embrace.

"I'm sorry. The last thing I want is to make you cry," he murmured, his fingers gently threading through my hair, soothing me instantly.

Marco pressed his lips against mine, the tender kisses a silent reassurance, a reminder of his love and commitment. In a swift motion, he lifted me onto the bed.

"Don't ever leave me like that again," I whispered, clinging tightly to him as he continued to stroke my hair, his touch a comfort amid the chaos in my mind.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, and then I heard him speak softly.

"Do you love me enough to do anything for me?" he asked.

Confusion washed over me. I couldn't fathom why he was posing such a question.

"Why are you asking me this?" I whispered, my voice barely audible in the quiet room.

"I just want to know how strong our love is," he replied softly.

"You know I love you, more than I ever thought I could love anyone," I confessed, the sincerity in my words echoing in the air.

Confusion and fear gripped me as Marco abruptly pulled away. "What's happening?" I asked myself, a knot of anxiety tightening in my chest.

"I will tell you a story, one that nobody else knows except for my family. And since you're going to be my wife, I think it's best that you know," Marco said solemnly.

Instantly intrigued, I sat upright, eager to hear what he had to say.

"I had a twin brother, his name was Dante," Marco began, the weight of the name evident in his tone. Instantly, I recalled hearing that name before—Kenna had mentioned it when I first met his sister and father.

"I remember that name. Kenna mentioned it. He died, right?" I asked softly, and Marco nodded, his expression weighed down by the memory.

"You don't have to tell me if it's too much for you," I murmured, concern etched in my voice. But Marco shook his head and moved closer, gently taking my hand in his.

"I want to tell you this. It's the most vulnerable part of my life. I've tried so hard to forget, but it's not easy, you know," Marco confessed, his voice laden with pain. I could relate to his pain, having experienced loss myself.

"How did he die?" I asked softly, bracing myself for the answer.

Marco swallowed hard, his expression tense. "He was killed, and so was my mother," he uttered, his voice thick with sorrow. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, casting a shadow over our conversation.

"What? Your mother and your brother were killed?" I exclaimed.

"Yes," Marco replied solemnly, his gaze fixed on some distant point. "They were both killed by the Russo family."

"The Russo family, who are they?" I asked.

"A bunch of vipers," he answered with bitterness. "They wouldn't stop until my family is wiped out."

"They took my twin brother and mother from me, and I know in no time they will come for me, Kenna, and my father. And when you become my wife, you're a target too," Marco explained grimly.

"No... we have to report them to the police. They have to be locked up," I insisted, my voice edged with desperation.

Marco chuckled bitterly. "They're the most powerful family in the city. Nothing can touch them, not even the police," he explained, his tone resigned.

His words sent a chill down my spine, and I couldn't help but pace back and forth in fear.

"Relax, my love," Marco said, attempting to soothe me.

"How can I relax when you just told me that being your wife puts a target on my back?" I exclaimed, my voice trembling with anxiety.

Marco stepped closer, gently halting my restless movements.

"Listen," Marco began, his voice urgent. "You can help stop them before they wipe us all out," he said, his hand reaching for my face, leaving me puzzled.

"Me...how?" I asked, my thoughts racing.

"They don't know your connection to my family yet, so you can infiltrate the Russo family and tell me how to bring them down from the inside," Marco explained, his eyes flickering with a blend of confusion, worry, and uncertainty.

"No... No, I will not do it. How can you ask me this after telling me how dangerous these people are?" I exclaimed, breaking free from his grasp. The gravity of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks, and I struggled to comprehend why Marco would even consider putting me in such a situation.

"They don't know your relationship with me or my family, and you'll be masquerading as a nanny. Trust me, this is the only way. You'll be saving your life, mine, and that of my family," he pleaded, his eyes searching mine for understanding.

"No... No, Marco, I can't," I protested, my voice trembling with fear and uncertainty. The thought of infiltrating such a dangerous family was overwhelming, and I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that consumed me.

"We'll find a way. The police can help," I insisted, my emotions on the edge.

"There's no other way," he murmured, and tears welled in my eyes.

"I thought you said you love me and would do anything for us," he whispered, drawing closer to wipe away my tears.

"Do this for me—for us," Marco's voice was urgent, his eyes pleading. "We can't build our future with the Russo family looming over us. Help me put an end to their reign of terror once and for all."

His words echoed in my mind, stirring a potent mix of emotions that compelled me to act in the name of our love. Without hesitation, I nodded, meeting his gaze with determination.

"Alright, I'll do it for us," I affirmed, steeling myself for the daunting task ahead.

"What's the plan?" I asked, breathing out heavily, and settling onto the bed.

"A little bird told me," Marco began, his voice barely above a whisper, "they're desperate for a nanny for the family's granddaughter. You'll slip in undercover, gather crucial information, and help me bring them down. Especially, the family's eldest son and leader."

'' Jason Russo''