“There. I brought some money.”
I wave my arms out in front of us. “Let’s talk. What do you want?”
He charges forward and halts abruptly at Soo’s menacing step forward to meet him. “I want my fiancée back.”
Of course, he does. I glance at Soo with a little grin, then step forward to meet Marco. Even if he were carrying, he wouldn’t be able to move fast enough to get a shot off.
Marco swallows so loudly I can hear it. “How much do you want for her?”
Wow. I guess he has some balls, after all. I step away from him and slip my hands into my pockets. To anyone else, I might appear to be considering his offer. Only Soo and my men would know it’s keeping me from wrapping my fingers around the fucker’s throat, until he can’t breathe. Until I squeeze his worthless life from its worthless shell.
I stare him down unflinchingly. “You, who owe me millions already, want to pay me to take back the woman you gave me as payment? Is that correct? Because that sounds like the only person making out good on that deal is you.”
Marco drags his eyes from me to Soo and back again. No doubt, just now realizing he won’t be able to charm his way out of this garage, and certainly not with his requests fulfilled.
As expected, he gives us both a lazy smile. “Guys, listen. If I don’t marry her, my parents are going to pawn me off on this other woman who is a fucking cow. I wouldn’t even be able to take her out in public. Know what I mean?”
Soo shrugs and glances at me. “I don’t know what he is talking about. I like girls with a little meat. Something juicy to grab onto.”
It’s all a game, an act to put Marco at ease before one or both of us strikes.
Marco steps closer, thinking he’s finally breaking through. I, however, am imagining how his brains will look splattered all over the concrete. “She’s cute enough, don’t get me wrong, she’s just not my type.”
The smile slips for a second, but then returns. “What can I offer you?” Marco asks, his good ol’ boy smile back on his face. “There has to be something you want. Another son or daughter of the five families? I know them all. Hell, grandkids, aunts, uncles. Everyone trusts me. I can bring you anyone you want. Tell me what or who you want, and I’ll get it for you.”
Seconds drag on, and when I don’t answer, Marcos’ lips thin out, his patience no doubt worn. What did he think? I’d show up here and roll over for him? The impunity alone means he’s getting shot before I walk away. He just hasn’t realized it yet.
“I already have what I want.” I shrug. “I’m not sorry to say, Celia is off the market. She won’t be any good to you anyway. But you should know, the little sounds she made when I slid into her were heavenly. She whimpered and screamed my name over and over again until I made her come.”
His face contorts and flushes red. Even his ears are tinged with his anger. “You… you… fucked her?”
I can’t bite back the smile that pulls at my lips. “What did you think I was going to do with her, stuff her, and put her over my mantle?”
Soo nudges my chest with the back of his hand. “You stuffed her, all right.”
We share a chuckle between us and then focus our attention back on Marco. His fists are curled tight at his side, and I give him about three more seconds before he pops and says something I can truly pummel him for. Not that I need a reason. It just makes sending body parts home in a bag a little more explainable.
“You still want her?” I ask, all mirth stripped from my voice now. “Say I do entertain this stupid idea of yours, what happens if I’m not done with her?”
“Done with her?” he whispers. As if only now considering the dark and depraved acts a man like me might inflict on a woman.
“How about if she’s filled up with cum and has been passed around by my men? Would you still want her back then? Would you even be able to look her in the eyes when you stand at that altar and promise to protect her?” I lean in until I can whisper into Marco’s ear, “Because, me, I don’t think you’d have the balls. Especially if I let it slip how she got into my hands in the first place.”
Soo chimes in, “How are you going to sell that to her, I wonder? Or better, how are you going to sell that to her parents?”
He swallows and doesn’t meet my eyes. “I thought you were joking. I guess you really did it…” he trails off, mulling over what he is going to do next. “What the fuck good is she now that she’s ridden who knows how many dicks? No, I don’t want that little slut. Keep her and good riddance. I’ll figure out a solution to my problem another way.” He shakes his head, and his eyes lift to mine. The anger in them radiates outward. “You know I fucked her first.”