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"I'm sorry, Elvira.." he reached out to me, his hand was so tempting to take. Yet I ignored it, burying my head into his jacket to hide away from them. His cologne no longer seemed so unbearable as it did so long ago, maybe it was because it wasn't on him but rather his clothing.

Half an hour passed before the car pulled into the airport. Private airport, that is. When Marco left the car I brought my attention further into my surroundings. His brother could be seen standing on the jet steps, the yelling he did went unheard from my distance.

     It felt like an eternity, watching Mateo scream at Marco while Marco nonchalantly responded. Typically it had always been the other way around, Marco criticizing his brothers every breath while Mateo remained compliant in fear.

     Had he truly changed?

     Of course not, he was merely mirroring the Marco I would want. This charade would falter as soon as I allowed myself to drop down my barriers. As soon as my mother was out of Italy the plan would resume, and I'd work on my escape. I didn't care if it would take me years, I would not die next to Marco Russo.

     A gust of wind hit my back, Marco bent down to the height of the door and held out his arms. "Allow me to carry you, please? Unless you'd like to wear my shoes?" Another unlikely situation, I was given a choice.

     "I don't trust you." My voice betrayed me, another crack in my vocals breaking the flow of the sentence.

    He scooted into the car, causing me to scoot further to the other side in order to avoid him. "They may be a tad big on you, be careful with your steps would you?" He removed his snow boots, stealing my feet away from me and placing his shoes on top of them. "Come along then." He then stepped from the car, walking from it in nothing but his thin white T-shirt and single layered socks.

     Definitely still the same clinically insane Marco

     Carefully I moved out of the car, following in the snow prints that he left as he moved. My bare legs cried at the snows frigid grasps, the snow biting the tips of my nose. "You're blonde now? I hardly even recognized you Elvira." Mateo said as I passed by him, "I liked your black hair better."

     "I didn't ask your opinion, Meat head." The nickname slipped out. One meant typically for Marco, but it still fit just fine.

     "Same you, thought you'd be a dumber blonde." Perhaps he was only joking with me, but I was in no mood for jokes. Let's review why, shall we? I just watched my asshole boyfriend-who wasn't really my boyfriend but felt as though he was my boyfriend-get shot. Twice, in the hands. Then I learned of my Abuela's death, and that my mother waited for me in the very man who captured me's home. Meaning I had to go back, for her safety.

     I slipped the snow boot from my foot and tossed it at him. Luckily my aim was still quite good, and it hit against his crotch just nicely. He doubled over and held himself with a groan. "It's a wig jackass." Marco grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the scene without so much as a lecture.

     "I'll have the heat turned up for you, alright? Have you eaten today? The cook wouldn't mind preparing you a hot stew. After all it'll be a long flight." I was starving. I had been too busy preparing for his arrival to eat.

     "Only if I see you eat it first." Marco pulled back a door to reveal a small bedroom. A Queen bed laid center of it, really that was what most of the room was.. the bed.

     "I'll be more than happy to taste test it for you dear. In the meantime, try to sleep. There is a bathroom to your right, I only have a few clothes prepared for you. Though really they are Aishas."

     "Shes put on too much weight to wear Aishas clothing. What is that, a beer gut?" Mateo but in. It was so quick I hardly managed to catch a glimpse, but within seconds he was on his knees spitting out a tooth. "It was a joke!" He cried to Marco, who was busy rubbing his first.

    A grin pulled at my lips, reality quickly pulling them back down. It was slightly odd that he hadn't prepared for me. It wasn't like him, in the slightest. "Jokes like that won't be tolerated. She made it fairly clear she wasn't in to mood for your comedy show. Go ahead and shower Elvira, Aisha's clothing will fit you just fine. You've barely even gained a pound, and even if you did it wouldn't tarnish your beauty."

    "Thanks Romeo, but I don't need your validation." It was nice though, but I couldn't truly care less about my weight. Mateo moved up to his feet and moved to Aisha, who cupped his face and whispered things to him I couldn't hear.

     "Dinner will be ready soon, but take your time." He told me before shutting the bedroom door, separating us both.

     "I planned on it."

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Song  - Lets fall in love for the night / FINNEAS