He trailed off his sentence, shooting Antonio again in the chest for good measure, causing me to let out another terrified cry.
"Did you see that, my love?" Marcello whispered, his eyes burning into mine. "I would kill any man who so much as looks at you in the wrong way. That's how much I want you. There isn't a thing I wouldn't do for you."
I could barely breathe, as I continued to watch the horror play itself out in front of me.
Not wanting to believe this was real.
Not wanting to believe this was happening.
Not being able to come to terms with how quickly my life had changed in a matter of just a few hours.
Marcello took steps closer to me, closing the gap between us.
His fingers skimmed my face, down to my neck, down to my chest, and my eyes continued to well with tears.
He brought his hand back up to my face, brushing my hair away from my cheeks, groaning as he brushed his fingers over my lips.
"Fuck..." he moaned. "You're so beautiful. Even more beautiful up close."