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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Marcus' POV
I haven't spoken to Nico in two weeks. Petty, I know. He ignores me as well but every now and then I would catch him staring.
Ariano tried to get me to speak to him and I flat out refused. He even locked us in a room together, but I locked myself in the bathroom while he spoke to me, apologizing through the door.
Now I was thinking to myself as I ate the spaghetti on my plate. Ariano had made it since I am pretty much in love with his cooking.
I was in the kitchen when I got the call.
"Yes?"
"Is this Marcus Levington?"
"Who's asking?" I responded dryly as I twirled the spaghetti on my fork.
"My name is Fallon and I am required to call you since you are on the emergency contact for Martha Stewart"
"That's right"
"I'm sorry to inform you that she died an hour ago due to injuries sustained in a car accident, we need you to come in to sign some forms at Graceland Medical." Her voice was gentle but that didn't cause my heart to hurt any less.
I went quiet and just stared in front of me as the tears I hated glossed my eyes.
"Marcus?" I didn't answer her.
"Marcus, are you still there?"
"Yeah... yeah. I'll be there soon" I choked out and hung up the phone. I looked at my food and suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I slid out my chair and held onto the counter for support before I made a run for the bathroom barely making it as I fell to my knees puking it all up.
First Amanda..... now Martha?
"You okay dude?" I heard Ariano's voice and then I started to puke again while I cried. He sat on the counter silently watching me as I suffered.
I eventually flushed the toilet and leaned over the sink washing my hands then cleaning out my mouth. Ariano didn't say anything else, he just quietly followed me back to the kitchen as I threw my food away and even watched as I threw on a hoodie over my shirt and grabbed my car keys and wallet. I then started to pack a bag full of clothes and he finally left. After I was done, I walked outside finding Ariano with his own duffle.
"Where are we going?" He asked as we walked towards my car.
"I'm going to Graceland, Georgia" I mumbled as I got inside and he welcomed himself into my passenger seat.
"Isn't Valentino and Maria building there?" I nodded and he put his seat back as I pulled off.
"Have history there?"
"I grew up in Graceland and when I ran away it was to North Carolina. It was easy since the border was literally right there." Ariano put his feet on the dash as he leaned back even more comfortably.
