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     It was hard to believe someone who was a rat in the Mafia. Clearly he had been in the Mafia quite some time based off on how Marco trusted him enough to drive us around. So was he really working with Conti or was it yet another trap that I should avoid?

As time passed by my defenses seemed to break down brick by brick. Was that Marcos plan all along? He hadn't tried to keep me tamed, perhaps because he planned to play the long game instead of rushing things. This fight between us seemed to be endless.

"I'm dramatic? Hah.." Marcos hand dipped into the water and surfaced to pour water over my right shoulder. "Have you met yourself? You are the queen of being Dramatic." Solemn expressions returned to his face. The blank slate made it hard to tell what he was thinking.

"Name one time I was being Dramatic." I didn't budge when a cup of water was poured onto my head, nor did I complain about it.

"When you threw pasta into my face." His large hands moved into my black hair, suds forming as his fingers massaged the shampoo in. My eyes shut to avoid the soap gaining access inside them.

"You tricked me into wearing vibrational underwear and cut off my climax."

"That time you tried to climb from the skylight regardless of your fear of heights and limited sight." Nails came in contact with my scalp, scratching away the impurities that had previously buried themselves in my pores.

"You kidnapped me." I countered, leaning my back against the edge of the tub.

"You avoid me at every chance you get, as though I have hurt you once before." Marco eased my body down so that my head was almost completely submerged. One of his hands held me from under my back while the other rinsed out my hair.

"You've threatened me multiple times."

"Your life is in my hands, Micetta. What you need to learn is that if I wanted to kill you, you would be dead." The hand that held my back moved to my neck, my eyes opening at the new threatening position."I love you, Elvira. If I have to wait until you're old and wrinkly before you comprehend that than I will."

The honey eyes that often captivated me held anger. The expression his face held warned me to choose my next words carefully. "Oh Marco.." My hand found it's way to the one of his that had wrapped around my neck and my nails sunk into his skin. "I'd rather die than become your object. I will never return your feelings. Give it up."

Veins in his neck and on his forehead seemed to pop out from under his skin. His teeth gridded so loud that I could hear them over the flowing water. "You will love me, even if I have to scare you into it." His hand gripped my neck tighter, my heart skipping a beat.

"And how do you expect to scare me? We both know I don't scare easily." The water was the only sound heard for the moments that followed. The cogs in his head spun as he thought of a plan. A way to punish me once again.

"I hope you can hold your breath."

"What?"

A warning wasn't given before my head was forced to submerge under the clouded water. My arms reached to grab ahold of the singular hand he had holding me under. My long nails scratched at his skin in hopes he would let up his hold on me.

     Adrenaline rushed through my veins, dulling the pain from the gunshot wound I had received prior. My heartbeat seemed to spike to panicked levels. Margo dragged me to the surface by my neck only seconds after being under the water.

"Are you scared now?"

Coughs came from my mouth, my hands still trying to pry away his from my throat. "Fuck you!" Like before I found myself being thrown under the water.

     I had been unprepared, a scream escaping my lips once I was under. Unfortunately for myself the scream allowed water to enter into my lungs like the breaking of a dam.

     Marcos face could be seen hovering over me from underneath the cloudy water. My body thrashed around wildly, causing his appearance to come out blurry.

    My lungs burned, the more I fought against the monster the more my energy depleted and the more the water seeped in. Like before Marco pulled me from the water. Unlike previously his hand moved from my throat, allowing me the space to breathe.

    The water expelled itself from my throat after serval coughs. I moved so that I was halfway over the tub and retched up both bile and water that had found its way into my stomach.

"I'm sick of your disrespect. Sick of the way you constantly taunt me with your words." He stood up from his spot beside me on the floor and tossed a light grey towel in my direction. "I may not kill you Elvira, but from now on? Don't expect there to not be consequences to how you treat me. I've let you stay wild much too long. Clean yourself up, I recommend doing it before the adrenaline runs out." He left the bathroom quickly, slamming the door behind him so hard that it bounced back open.

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Song: Sign of the Times / Harry Styles
1/6/2021

     You all should check out the Spotify playlist my friend  made me. It's called, " A mafia playlist because my friend needs one for her story or something"