Daggers of love

chapter 13

Classes have only just finished for the day; I was in my personal dorm preparing to open something special. I had gotten a letter from my family as well as a package, I wanted to open them before getting ready for the party. Before I could even sit down, I heard a knock at my door, strange? I yell out "who is it?" I don't get a response; all I get is a note sliding under my door. I pick it up, it's the note I gave Marcus. Opening the paper carefully, I read over the contents. I smile to myself as I see how he answered, he crossed the yes box, putting a little smiley face next to his answer.

I open the door; my stupid smile being met with his stupid smile. "Ciao Marco" I said, leaning against my open door.

"Hello to you too y/n" we stare at each other for a bit, my heart fluttering at his still blood covered face.

"didn't get cleaned up yet?" I asked, an amused look playing on my face.

"haven't gotten a chance to" he answers. I laugh slightly, grabbing him by his wrist, dragging him into my room before shutting the door behind me. I sit him on my bed while I rummage my draws for some cleansing supplies.

"what's this?" Marcus asks, I look over to see him holding my parcel and letter.

"Oh that?" I begin, still looking for the stuff, "that is a letter, plus parcel, from my family in Italy." Finding the stuff I turn back to him, "now as attractive as you look in that blood, it needs to go"

Marcus smirks "you think I look attractive?"

"Only in blood" I say bluntly, letting a smile sneak out at the end. I go up to him, unbuttoning his first few buttons so I could clean further down his neck. This must have spooked him a bit, his breath hitched and he flinched slightly at my actions.

"So" Marcus started, trying to make conversation, "who in your family sent you the stuff?" I giggled slightly as I began to wipe at his bloody face.

"I don't know, maybe if you opened the letter for me, I could find out"

"I'm kinda stuck at the moment" Marcus said, referring to his current situation.

"I'll hurry up" I say, grabbing his face forcing him to look up at me as I cleanse his face of any evidence of that day's punishment. I worked quickly, I started at Marcus, analysing his features. His soft skin, the plumpness of his lips, the roughness of his scar. I work down to his neck, wiping away any dried blood that was present. His shirt was still fucked but I wasn't bothered to offer cleaning it. I liked this closeness between us, the silence was comfortable too.

"You done yet?" he asked.

"One sec" I place some cream on the cut located on his nose, hoping it would do its job and prevent it from scaring. "done"

"What was that?" he asked

"That was a cream to prevent that little cut there from scaring"

"don't want us to match anymore?" he questions with a smug smile

"Chico wanted us to match" I begin, "I don't want you stealing my brand" he laughs at me, looking down, God he is so fucking adorable. "Ok open my letter for me please" I ask, laying down on my bed while he continues to sit on the edge. He opens it, watching a few photos fall out, he picks them up before looking at the letter, his face contorting into a confused expression. I laugh, "are you ok?"

"Yeah, just... assumed this would be in English." I laughed at him again.

"Want me to translate it for you?" I ask, he nods his head. and I begin.

"Dear sweet y/n,

We miss you so much and wish you are doing well; your brothers have tried to turn your room into another storage spot for their pesky explosives. Luckily none of the explosives have gone off but your brothers are pestering your father and I about your return. Your grandparents miss you very much and grandmother has made you something special. The business is going well down here and we have been notified by tony that the girl has decided to join the orphanage. Your father and I are so proud of you.

Hope to hear from you soon.

Ti voglio bene,

Madre."

"What does that mean?" Marcus asks, pointing at the second last line on the piece of paper

"ti voglio bene?"

"yeah" he confirms

"That means I love you, but in a platonic way, not romantic. Ti voglio bene is what you would say to your friends and family, not a lover" I explain, I always love educating people about my culture, I get really passionate about it.

"What would you say to a lover?" Marcus questions. I paused, looking him in the eyes, a slight smile on my face.

"Ti ammo..." I blush, I've never actually said that to anyone before. He must have noticed my blush because he smiled, looking down.

"So, who are these people?" Marcus holds up the photos that fell out of the envelope. I shuffled next to him, parting the photos so I could get a closer look at them myself. I point to a photo of two boys, dressed in the classic dress pants and white button up shirt.

"These are my younger twin brothers, Lucas and Mario"

"I didn't know you had brothers" Marcus turns to me "how old?"

"thirteen" I smile looking at the photo "they have a knack for explosives and pickpocketing. Papa likes to use them during dinner parties." Marcus looks at me confused.

"Use them?"

"Oh-dio Marcus. Mafia, the family is literally a business. My brothers play pranks on guests, usually involving explosives, and steal whatever needs to be stolen." Marcus seemed to get it, nodding his head in understanding.

"who's this?" he points to the other picture.

"that's my Nonno and Nonna. They used to run the family but they retired. First born gets the family business so my dad stepped up." I stared at the picture; I miss them so much.

"So, your next in line?"

"Yep, hence why I'm here, training" my eyes drift over to my clock, jumping up from my spot "OH SHIT!"

"WHAT?!? Are you ok?" Marcus questions jumping up with me.

"Party starts in two hours!!" I state alarmingly

"Ok?" Marcus says in a confused tone.

"I need to get ready" I begin pushing him out the door, he resists of course.

"You have two hours?"

"that's not enough time!" I say, continuing to push him to my door

"Two hours isn't enough?" I stop in my tracts, glaring at him.

"this" I gesture towards me, hands circling my entire body. "This takes time" I manage to get him out the door. he just stands there flabbergasted. "bye" I close the door in his face, frantically looking around for something to wear.

"See you at the party then!" I hear him yell before walking off. I smile thinking about him, God he's so cute!

FUCK THE PARTY!!

A/N 

most chapters are written in advance so it may take a while for your requests to be added into the story, plus i need to find a spot to put it where it would make sense in the story line (got the perfect place for the panic attack thing). 

hope you enjoyed this little bonding time with Marcus. if you have any requests regarding translation just comment and i will try and get back to you. 

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