◽SHE'S NOT YOUR TYPE◽
◽THIRD PERSON'S POV◽
The air on the rooftop shifted.
Not with a breeze, but with tension. Heavy, suffocating tension. The kind that made your skin prickle and your instincts scream that something bad was about to happen.
Marian sat still, but inside, her body recoiled. She felt herself becoming small, shrinking into the chair as a man in camo pants stepped forward, eyes locked on Carmello.
“Carmello,” he said, surprise and amusement lacing his tone.
Just hearing his voice made Marian's stomach churn. It was gritty, cocky, too casual for the vibe she was getting. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her senses screaming danger.
Carmello said nothing. His silence was louder than any words, and the tightness in his jaw made her more uneasy. He looked like a ticking bomb, one breath away from going off.
She didn’t know who the man was, but she knew Carmello didn’t want him here. That was enough reason for her to glare just as hard as he did.
“Cazzo, cuginetto, non pensavo che ci saremmo rivisti così presto.“ {fuck little cousin, I never thought we would be seeing each other this soon} His voice was too cheery, and that only meant one thing in the mafia world, they were not happy to see each other, Marian's glare never wavered but she shrunk back into her seat,.
The man leaned into a chair, throwing his arm casually over the backrest, trying to dominate the space. Carmello didn’t flinch. He just stared, dead calm, but Marian could feel the anger radiating off him.
“Sei stato così stupido da pensare che siamo abbastanza vicini da poter usare il mio corriere?“ {You were dumb enough to think we’re close enough for you to use my delivery man} Carmello asked, narrowing his eyes. still seated, still unmoved.
“Then you had to kill my men?” The man answered the question with a question of his own
Marian shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She didn't know the full story but she sure she doesn't want to be there with the glimpse of the conversation she had heard. She wanted to disappear into the abyss like she was never there in the first place. But she couldn’t, especially not when the man, devilishly handsome in the most dangerous way , turned to her, slicked-back hair and a scar cutting from his brow to the bridge of his nose, turned his attention to her. A twisted smile gracing his lips.
“Wow. Who’s the lovely lady?”
Marian felt the world closing in. Her stomach turned violently. Normally, she found the Italian accent sexy and endearing—she didn’t know it could ever sound so creepy.
Carmello wasn’t going to do anything, even if she died right there. She was a pawn, and not even an important one.
Or at least, that’s what she thought.
“She’s far from your type, little cousin. Do you like them younger now?”
The statement made Marian gag , she physically flinched, swallowing back the nausea that bubbled to her throat
She didn't know who the man was, but she knew he was dangerous.
Carmello didn't reply not even with the sightest movement, he was so unbordered about her that it made her angry “even through the oversized cloth, I can tell she is endowed,” one of the silent one spoke.
Marian wished he had kept his mouth shut instead.
She didn't know how to react to it, she couldn't say anything.
The man with the scar that was standing next to her leaned closer, close enough for his breath hit her cheek, her nose wrinkled involuntarily
“Fuck,” she snapped before she could stop her self “your breath stinks.“
Her eyes widened, what did I just say?
Then Carmello laughed. Not just a chuckle—a full, amused, genuine laugh. She shot him a murderous glare, heart pounding in terror, then turned back to the scarred man with an instinctive, apologetic glance.
But it was too late.
He slammed his hand against the table. The impact made Marian jump. The laugh died on Carmello’s lips.
He stood.
“Fai attenzione a come ti muovi, Dorian. Non azzardarti a toccarla.“ {Be careful how you move, Dorian. Don't you dare touch her}
They all turned to Carmello, except for Marian, who had no idea what Carmello had said.
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Carmello shrugged “we are not all wild animals.”
Dorian stepped closer to Marian, gaze never leaving his cousin.
“Cosa le volevi fare? Non ti vergogni di prendertela sempre con chi è più piccolo di te?” {what were you going to do to her? aren't you ashamed that you never pick on people your size?“
Then he extended his hand.
She grabbed it.
Without hesitation. Like it was her last lifeline.
Marian stood quickly and got behind him, hiding in his shadow. She let out a shaky breath. It didn’t feel like safety, not really, but it was better than being out in the open.
“You daredevil,” Carmello whispered, amused again.
“let's go,” Marian didn't waste a moment,she wanted to get the hell out of there as fast as she could, She clutched his hand tighter, following his lead, trying to move as quietly and carefully as she could, like even sound could set these men off.
“cousin? Non vorrai mica lasciarmi qui, eh? “ {you're not gonna leave me here, are you?}
Marian didn’t understand a word, but her body did. It understood the shift in his tone.
And then it hit.
A violent yank tore her out of Carmello’s grasp. Before she could scream, her body hit the ground with a brutal thud.
A sharp pain exploded in her ribs, and her ears rang. She felt herself slipping. She was beggining to panic and that triggered her asthma.
She didn't want being weak to be the first impression whoever they were to have of her. Martini had warned her against that several times and that was why even if she was scared she still stood up to the men at the house.
She gritted her teeth, trying to push her self up.
Then the sound of a punch snapped her back to reality.
Carmello’s fist connected with someone’s face, hard. It was loud.
But no one moved.
Not the man who got hit. Not the others. They didn’t fight back. They didn’t retaliate.
They just watched.
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