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"All that I can do is fall in blame with you
It's too easy to hate you, hate you
You're hard to love"

Elvira
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The long silent car ride left my stomach feeling heavy, my nerves bundled into tight little bows. Marco hadn't spoken since the car was loaded, and other than occasional glances in my direction no action was made to notice my existence. It could be that he too was nervous about bringing me back to America, as he should be.

      Dante had informed me that I was to walk directly from the plane into federal custody. However we all knew that was complete utter bullshit, and wouldn't work out the way they planned. Unless a shoot out was what they were planning.

     That plan was not one I would partake in.

     Of course I didn't plan to stay with Marco. The longer I stayed in his bed the more attached to his presence I became. Every tease was more infuriating to me, and not because I didn't like them but because they were partially true.

     My plan was a tad bit more complicated than just walking off the plane into the arms of a security guard. Depending on the variables once in Texas, my plan would involve the hope of being somewhere public. I had a week to get Marco comfortable, to lead him on and play pretend that life was the perfect love story.

     If I was back in this car in a week then I'd need to wait another two weeks, two weeks of putting my high school drama club acting to use. "I always worry when you're silent. It's amazing to me how smart you are, what lengths you go to sometimes." My eyes traveled to meet his honey colored iris's. The look on his face was sad, as though he knew what I had planned. "You know I love you, don't you? I wouldn't go through all this trouble If my feelings for you weren't as strong as they are."

     The tense muscles in my body didn't seem to release the tension. "If you truly felt like that why would you kidnap me Marco?" He had avoided the question time and time again.

     His face contorted into one of both confusion and anger. "Well, Dear. I didn't know anything about you until after you were in my home. All I knew was that you were a pesky anthropologist sticking your nose into my business and getting my family thrown in jail." The way he leaned forward told me that his temper was drawing thin. This was the Mafia leader he showed so little of. "Do you want to know what I planned to do with you?" The shake of my head didn't seem to stop the flow of his sentence.

     "I planned to poison you, watch you sweat while your body tried to fight the problem. Of course I'm a gentlemen, I planned to give you an outing. In exchange for your life you'd leave Italy the next morning, leaving me to bail my man out and your case to fall apart without you." The leather cushion creased from his movement. His back placed firmly against the backing, Marcos legs spreading apart.

     "Yet here I am, right? Still here." The acid in my tone didn't seem to sting him nearly as much as I had hoped for.

     A long smile creeped upon the folds of his lips. "I've never been a man to go through such extensive lengths in order to gain something I wanted. Typically if it's unavailable I wait for a new one to come along." His hands moved in the air as he spoke, waving around aimlessly. "Then I met you. Really met you. The fire you held, the way you genuinely couldn't care less of the danger you were in. You're perfect for me."

     A roll of my eyes earned an agitated groan from him. "You know what would really be perfect for you Marco?" My arms crossed over one another, the tight hold around my chest aided to some comfort.

     "Whats that my love?" The tilt of his head and a smile told me he was intrigued.

     Good, he needed to hear this.

     "I think that a therapist would be a great match for you. She'd listen to your problems, hell she, unlike myself, would actually get paid to listen to you." His face fell from the large smile to one of a saddened expression.

     "I'm looking into one, actually." Hiding the shock on my face was hard to do. Considering I hadn't expected him to actually seek the help he so desperately needed. "Though I don't quite understand why I can't have both you and a therapist."

     "Jesus Marco, I don't love you!" The words came out in a shout, words I hadn't thought to filter before allowing past my gated lips.

     "Oh Elvira.." Laughter erupted from him, his right hand reaching over his chest as if to comfort himself as he sneered. "Don't tell me you thought I was delusional enough to believe you loved me? What sign have you given me to even assume that?"

     "Well Marco, you claim to love me.. so I do believe You're delusional enough." Quite frankly the way he laughed bothered me.

     The laughter died down, aside from a few stray chuckles the car silenced once again. "I'm fully aware of your hatred towards me. Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither will your love for me." The car halted to a stop, seconds barely passed before the doors opened. "You need time. I realize that, really I do. However your lack of feelings towards me has no correlation to my own emotions towards you."

     "Why can't you just let me go dammit? Don't you understand how insane it sounds that I could ever love you? I'm here against my will Marco. I have supervised visits to see my family!" My yelling was short lived, it seemed that no matter how loud I got his emotions seemed blank and nonchalant.

     "Why don't I make you a deal Elvira?" My heart sunk at the thought. My mother always told me not to make deals with the devil, yet here I was.

     "Whats the deal?"

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Song: Easy to hate - Waterparks