Marco stirred, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal the sterile white surroundings of a hospital room. The faint beeping of machines filled the air and the scent of antiseptic hung heavy. He closed it again when the light threatened to blind him. Marco struggled to piece together the fragments of memory leading up to this moment. His head throbbed in protest, intensifying the haze that clouded his thoughts.Marco managed to open his eyes, he scanned the room and frowned when he realized he was the patient.He caught sight of Lily sitting by his bedside, her face etched with worry. The doctor stood at the foot of the bed, her gaze shifting between Marco and Lily. Marco groaned when he felt his head splitting in two."Marco! You're awake," Lily exclaimed, reaching out to take his hand. "Thank God."Marco winced at the pain that shot through his body with the movement, but he managed a weak smile. "What happened? Why am I here?"The doctor stepped forward, her voice calm but Marco
"What is it?" Lily asked.Marco shook his head slowly, his eyes still glued on the screen.The messages stared right at him."Marco, what is it?" Lily asked more urgently.Marco was silent, he had no idea how to feel about the message, it was a threat from Chris.He turned the phone towards Lily for her to see for herself. Lily's eyes widened when she read the message."Jesus Christ!" she said.Marco nodded, the gravity of the situation dawning on him. It was no longer a high school rivalry. This was a full-blown war."What are you going to do?" she asked.Marco sighed to himself, he didn't think it would get this far. Chris was more dangerous than he thought.He locked his phone and kept it to his side, he had no idea what he was going to do for now.Marco looked down at his leg in a cast, "I can't do anything for now till I get better.""I agree."Silence ensued, and Marco gritted his teeth. He hated being in this situation where he could do nothing."Don't think too much, we will
Marco and Lily watched with their mouths wide open as the building burned. "What the hell?" Marco muttered.His house was on fire, he had a case of Deja vu."Chris!" he yelled.Lily turned to him sharply, "he did this?" she asked.Marco nodded his phone in hand to call the fire service.He called them as his eyes refused to leave the burning building."Marco!" Lily yelled."It's okay, it's going to be okay," he assured her.The anger in his heart was so intense, it engulfed him like the fire he was witnessing."Oh, God! He burned your house." Lily had her hand on get mouth, her eyes were wide with disbelief. "I am going to kill him," Marco swore under his breath.The pain of his father's death came returned, and Chris burned his father's gift to him.Marco burst out laughing, he dropped his crutches on the ground as he sank to it.He held his stomach and laughed so loudly, tears spilled from his eyes."Marco?" Lily questioned.She found it hard to believe he would laugh in this kin
Marcel groaned, he held his head. It felt heavy."What..how..." Marco muttered as he looked around.He was in a grand room, an unfamiliar place to begin with. He looked around trying to see if he could see anything he knew.Marco held his head again as it throbbed, his mind tried to remember what happened to him."Mother..." he held his tongue. Marco gritted his teeth as the events leading to this replayed in his mind.Did Lily drug him with chloroform?How the hell did she even get that?Marco tried to stand but he fell to the bed as soon as he heard someone at the door."I know you are awake," Lily said.Marco didn't move an inch, he could hear her walking in the room and opening the blinds but he didn't bat an eyelid."Don't make me drench you with water," she warned.Marco sighed, there was no use now."I am mad at you.""I know, I drugged you but I had no choice." She sat on the side of the bed as she stared at Marco.Marco sat up, his head resting on the headboard. "Why?""Come
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Marco struggled to pick his jaw off the floor, he tried to find the right words to say but they failed him.He kept staring at the man who was tied up, a part of him felt nothing but satisfaction in the way the man was suffering."What do you say?" Anthony asked.His brows raised in Marco's direction, he wanted to see what Marco was capable of."He killed my father," Marco said.Anthony nodded. Marco said nothing after that, his head was in overdrive.The longer he stared at the killer, the more angry he felt. A tiny growl escaped him surprising Anthony."He killed my father," Marco repeated.He looked down to see the gun Anthony was giving him, Marco gulped and took it with slightly shaky hands. He held the object in his hand as it weighed on him, it felt strange. Marco had never held a gun before in his hands."What are you waiting for?" Anthony asked.Marco looked at him, "What?""Pull the trigger," Anthony ordered.Marco's eyes widened, he stared at Anthony wondering why his godf
The ride home was silent and brooding for Marco. His mind was in high gear for all the thoughts that gathered in his head. Anthony drove, and the radio played lowly. Marco looked at Anthony but the man didn't pay attention to him. His words left a mark on Marco more than he thought he would.Marco shook his head like he couldn't believe it, in just three hours, his life has turned into an episode of the Godfather movie.This is what his father had been up to?Deciding who lives and who dies while he sits in the big chair with a smile on his face. Marco still found it hard to believe that his father was so cold-hearted that he would do something like this.A thought still nagged at Marco, he turned to Anthony. "Did you mean what you said about who shot my father?"Anthony nodded, he faced the road with a slight hum in his tone.Marco narrowed his eyes at him, he wouldn't say who it was no matter how much Marco persisted which made him assume he was the one who did it.Marco shook his
"Let go of me!" Marco yelled at the top of his voice.He fought his attackers, they swarmed him. Marco swatted them away and backed up.They didn't relent, they grabbed Marco as he slipped from their grasp and slid further away to the bed."Who are you, people?" he asked.There was silence, the silence was so still that Marco could hear his heartbeat, it was so loud and he thought for a moment they could hear it too."You want the hard way or the easy way?" the gruff voice asked him.Marco shook his head, "get away from me." he threw his hands like it was enough to make them go away."The hard way it is." "No!" Marco yelled, he hoped he was loud enough for someone to hear him."Stay away!" his voice increased.The men in black moved closer, ignoring his warning. They moved fast.Fear seized him, and Marco struggled to breathe as they advanced on him.He stepped backs trying to run but it was impossible."I said, who are you people?"No one answered him, he was beginning to fear for hi
The grand decorations adorned the ballroom with an air of regal elegance as if it were a fairy tale brought to life. The theme of the night was none other than royalty, and every corner of the ballroom was beautifully adorned with twinkling lights, cascading flowers, and royal insignia.Transporting everyone into a world of fantasy and dreams.All eyes were drawn to Marco and Lily as they stepped into the hall. They looked good and on the theme. They made for a truly captivating sight as if they had stepped out of a storybook. The music played, Marco's eyes locked with Lily's, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to seize the moment. With a playful glint in his eye, he adopted a charming British accent, saying, "May I have the honor of this dance, my lady?" Lily giggled."Why, of course, kind sir," Lily replied, mimicking the accent, her laughter like sweet music to his ears. She placed her delicate hand in his outstretched arm, and together, they gracefully made their way to
"When I tell you that you are crazy, believe me," Lily mumbled.She rested her head against the headrest and covered her eyes with a sleeping mask.Marco grunted and did the same, it was going to be a long flight.Marco and Lily's flight touched down at the bustling airport, and they both let out a sigh of relief. Stepping off the plane, Marco felt the warm breeze of London enveloping them, and excitement filled his nostrils.Lily, with a slight yawn, turned to Marco and said, "You know, after this long flight, we should go rest a little before we go to the big house."Marco, however, seemed hesitant. "I understand that you need rest, Lily, but I need to take care of it now. If we get it done quickly, we can then relax and have a great time leading up to the prom back home."Lily smiled understandingly, knowing how important it was for him to come here. "Alright, I get it. Let's do what we need to do first, and then we can enjoy ourselves without any worries."They collected their
"What the hell is going on here?" The voice bellowed startling Marco from sleep, he gazed with sleepy eyes into the eyes of Anthony.Marco looked around him and discovered that Lily was still sleeping with the sheet covered but it would take a fool not to guess what they had done.He sighed, not making a move."I believe I asked a question," Anthony said."You know we live together, were you expecting something else?" Marco asked.He got up gently, thankful he had slept with his boxers.He put on his shorts and headed downstairs, well aware that Anthony was following behind."Marco," the man questioned.Marco went to the fridge and took out a bottle of water."I am talking to you, boy."Marco leveled him with a bored look, "What do you want?"Anthony stepped towards him in a threatening manner."I told you how I felt about sleeping with my daughter.""Was this before or after you shot my dad?" Marco asked. Anthony stood there, his eyes locked onto Marco, his mouth hung wide open in
Marco said nothing.He just stared at Lily wide-eyed."You what?" he asked.Lily shrugged, "I thought we could sit down and talk about us when this is all over but the issue with my father is hanging over my head."Marco took a step closer, "Lily,""No, hear me out."Marco kept mute and just listened, Lily took a deep breath."I love my father, I do but what he did is unforgivable. I am not going to lie that I will be sad if you kill him but I understand.""So you will hate me?"Lily shook her head, "I will be sad but like I said, I understand."Marco nodded.Lily stretched out her hand again, this time Marco took it and they went home. "Stay here, Marco," Lily said, her voice trembling slightly. "I need to grab something from upstairs."Marco nodded, trying to hide his anxiety. He trusted Lily's decision, but this situation was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He had no idea what to do.As she disappeared up the stairs, he was left alone with his thoughts and the haunting s
Marco sat alone at the dimly lit bar, his fingers wrapped tightly around a glass of amber liquid. The scent of alcohol filled his nose and calmed him, the chatter and laughter of the other patrons. But Marco was lost in his world of turmoil, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.The bar was his refuge now, a place where he could drown his sorrows and numb the pain that was gnawing at him. The whiskey burned his throat, but he welcomed the sensation, hoping it would distract him from the storm raging inside. His thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind of anger, fear, and desperation, threatening to consume him completely. Tonight, everything reached a boiling point, and Marco felt like he was losing control.He glanced around the bar, observing the carefree smiles on the faces of others. Envy gnawed at him. Why couldn't he be like them? Why couldn't he let go of his anger and simply enjoy the moment? But the darkness within him refused to let go, gripping his heart like a vice.
A bang woke Marco up from sleep.All the shopping yesterday had worn him out. It was worth it.Seeing the smile on Lily's face made him happy.He rubbed his eyes all weary from sleep, and looked around to wonder what jolted him awake.Marco could have sworn he heard a bang.He stood up and padded to the door thinking Lily was knocking, when he opened the door, there was no one there.He took the stairs to check the front door, switching on the lights at the same time.He turned on the porch lights and frowned when he noticed an envelope lying on the floor."What the hell?" he muttered to himself.He looked around before he picked it up. He slammed the door shut.Lily came out of her room, rubbing her eyes."what's going on?" she asked."Fuck if I know," he muttered to himself.Lily came down the stairs and looked at the envelope."What's in it?""Lily, I just picked it up. Haven't gotten a chance to see it yet."Lily ripped the envelope open and let out a sigh, "It's a flash drive.""
*Flashback*With the drink in hand and a frown on his face, the boss looked like the epitome of business.A call had woken him up this morning, the voice on the other end asking for a meeting. The boss had frowned.He didn't set up any meetings and there was no plan for one.He had questioned the caller but wasn't the least suspicious because the caller he knew very well. He took a shower and prepared for the impromptu meeting. While showering, he remembered his son and decided to give him a call later because they were yet to talk.He had a cheque to give his son but he hasn't gotten the chance to. He wanted to talk to his son about his move to London and now stoked he was.They could finally be together and be an empire just like he had envisioned.Boss hummed a tune he knew all too well, he had a brooding feeling in his belly but he didn't want to dwell on it.Lots of things go wrong in his line of business but he had no reason to fear.Anthony was his best friend and he had his ba
Chris paced the floor, almost wearing a hole in it. The movement made Raina so dizzy."Would you stop doing that?" she snapped.Chris turned to her sharply, "Are you mad? You are the cause of all this.""How? Forgive me for trying to rectify your mistakes." Raina yelled."My mistakes? You are the one who went to confront Marco.""Yes only because I believed your lies."Chris laughed, "Oh don't act so innocent in all of this, you were there through it all. You played a part in it too."Raina gaped at him, "You are such a bastard."Chris laughed again, "I know, isn't that why you stuck with me? The bastard who gave you everything you needed."Raina glared at him, unable to believe he was telling the truth.She had come back here after Marco had left her speechless.Unable to believe the look on his face when he told her off. She was guilty but what made her so irritated was him being strong.She always assumed he would always be the same starry-eyed boy that adored her and looked at he
"So, what kind of dress are you looking for?" Marco asked, glancing at Lily's reflection in the dressing mirror."I want something elegant and timeless, but also a little unique. I'd love a dress that makes me feel like a princess," Lily replied, a dreamy look in her eyes.Marco rolled his eyes, "Fucking bull." he said.Lily scoffed."I need you to make the right decisions today," she said."Lily, I swear I am trying but I am tempted to let you go to the ball looking like a half-wit."She pouted, "That's mean.""So is dragging a man out to go shopping with you.""Well suck it up, I have no other friends and you will do the trick."Mars sighed, there was no winning for him, he has lost this battle.From when Lily dragged him out of the house, he has been grumbling about unfair life is to him, she has shushed him each time he heard him.Marco willed himself to get into it. Lily looked excited and he guessed he should be too since she was doing this for him. The first boutique they visit