Phthartic Trilogy Book #2
Prequel to The Virgin's Prostitute
WARNING: For mature readers only.
This book can also be a stand alone
Niccolo Black is the best assassin of his time, he's ruthless and is known to care about no one but himself. Marcus L...
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Marcus' POV
My hands sunk into the soft grass around me, tickling the pads of my fingers. My eyes ran over the stone with the name 'Amanda Mariah Bailey' engraved in it.
"Hey.... I kind of need you right now....." I whispered sadly.
"I don't know how to open up to anyone but you. You made it so easy" I gazed at the white roses I placed on top of her grave.
*Flashback three years ago*
"You can have it" I pushed the cold can of soup towards her as Amanda sat tiredly beside me.
"You haven't eaten in three days" She mumbled and I shrugged.
"Not the first time I've starved Amanda. Now eat" She took the can out of my hands hesitantly using a plastic spoon to eat.
She had just run away from her home, three months after I did. I caught her in an alley and remembered her face from the time we attended that conference where we both begged to leave our homes. That's where we both met Red for the first time.
His real name is Rubin Ethan Demario, so we called him red for short.
"You can have the rest" She handed the half empty can to me and I gave her a small smile before eating the rest.
"Do you think we'll live like this forever?" I shook my head no at her question.
"If I get out first, I'll come back for you. I promise." She then nodded promising me the same.
Connie walked up to us both, giving us a blanket to share since the temperature would be dropping low tonight.
That was the first time I cuddled a girl, although it didn't start off like that.
We slept at opposite ends of the blanket when her feet touched me and I flinched.
"Why are your feet so damn cold?"
"My feet are always cold" She mumbled and I felt bad for her.
"Here. Come closer" I instructed and she scooted back until I was able to run my hand up and down her arm providing her warmth and allowing more space for the blanket to go over her feet. Her whole body was cold and I realized she would've froze her ass off and never complained about it once.
By the time we woke up it was to the sound of whispers and I opened my eyes seeing our family of homeless people staring at me.
Her brown hair tickled my cheek and that's when I realized what they were grinning at. Sometime through the night she had turned around resting her head on my chest and draped her leg over my waist holding onto me tightly.
"Oh shut up" I groaned, accidentally waking her up. A small blush rose to her cheeks as she saw the position we were in and she mumbled a quiet apology.
