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
I walked down the hall and out of the door seeing a shaking Amaya sitting on the floor of the van where Ariano laid.
"He's not waking up" She held his head in her hands.
"He should wake up in the next few minutes. I had a doctor see him and give him a sedative so he would stay out the whole time" I admitted and I saw the relief that flowed through her.
"I'm sorry Marcus. I didn't know until they told me." She looked towards me and I shrugged.
"Is Nico..... is he..?" Her voice trailed off.
"He's alive. I'm not going to hurt him. I just need to talk to him for about half an hour then you can leave. Or you can leave now and I'll bring him back to the estate." I offered.
"No. We'll wait." I nodded my head before I went back inside the rundown building and found Nico sitting on the chair with his face in his hands.
"Why were you going to do it?" I asked and he shrugged his shoulders.
"Nico if you ever want to see me again just tell me the truth for once"
"I said I would I would do anything if you asked"
"Nico."
"I can't stand being in a world where you hate me so much that you wished I was dead so I found it easier to just pull the trigger" I stared at him.
I can't tell if he's head over heels for me or just suicidal. I'm guessing both.
"Are you okay?" He looked up at me completely confused by my question.
"Why do you ask that?"
"I have been through a lot. Mostly because of you and your father but so have you. You had no childhood, had your innocence taken away at a young age, you're forced to lead at a young age, you have pressure on you to be better than Valentino ever was, you had to go through school at a quicker pace to focus on your birthright, you've been kidnapped, twice might I add, you feel guilt for every member of the gang who dies in the field because you sent them out there. So I'm asking, are you okay?" He just stared up at me.
"No one has ever asked me that before...." He whispered and I saw that he was on the verge of breaking down.
"Nico, sometimes we have to remember that you are only eighteen. We are too young for this. It's okay to rely on someone other than yourself. You don't need to hold the world on your shoulders when you can share the weight with everyone around you." He slightly bit his lip.
"This isn't about me." He answered plainly.
Honestly I think he maybe needs a therapist. He needs help. He needs support and with those things, I believe he can become a better person as he has already made a lot of progress in being better.
