𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚆

EPISODE 13 : THE CONFESSION

I stumbled down the street like a madwoman, heels clacking wildly against the pavement. The cold wind bit into my skin, cutting right through my flimsy dress, but I didn't care. My vision blurred with tears, and I barely noticed the grey Jaguar screeching to a halt in front of me.

Marcus stepped out, his face as stoic as ever, eyes boring into me."Nina," his voice was low but commanding as he grabbed my arm, "where do you think you're going?"

I yanked my arm out of his grasp, glaring up at him. "Leave me alone!"

He didn't flinch. Instead, he bent down and scooped me up, carrying me effortlessly as if I weighed nothing. "Get in the car."

I kicked and struggled in his arms, but he didn't let go. "Put me down! This isn't any of your damn business!"

He ignored my protests, placing me in the passenger seat like a petulant child. My fists beat against his chest, but he didn't react, only clicking the seatbelt into place before shutting the door. He got into the driver's seat, and the silence between us was suffocating as he started the car. I couldn't hold it in anymore; the dam broke.

"I can't believe her," I muttered, my voice breaking. "My baby sister, Marcus. Gabi is 17, and she's been seeing that-" I hesitated, the bile rising in my throat, "And Paxton. How could she?"

Marcus's hand squeezed the steering wheel, his jaw tightening. "Paxton, huh? You're right. She shouldn't be with him."

"She doesn't even know who he is! What he's like!" My voice cracked, and I buried my face in my hands. "She's just a kid, and he'll ruin her."

His voice softened, almost tender. "Nina, listen to me. She's young, but she'll figure it out. We'll handle this."

I looked up, my face wet with tears, and before I knew it, Marcus's hand was on my cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. The intensity in his eyes made my breath catch, and in that moment, the world outside the car didn't exist. His touch was warm, steady, and my resolve crumbled.

"Marcus, I- " The words died on my lips as he leaned closer, his lips inches from mine.

"You don't have to say anything," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.

His lips crashed into mine, fierce and possessive. The kiss was a dark mix of frustration and passion, and I found myself melting into him, losing myself in the moment. His hands roamed my body, pulling me into his lap as the heat between us grew. The car was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing, and I clung to him, needing him to fill the emptiness inside me.

In the dark, confined space, we made love, our movements frantic, desperate, as if we were trying to erase the pain of everything that had happened. It was raw, consuming, and when it was over, I lay in his arms, trembling.

Marcus pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Let me drive you to your."

I didn't have the strength to argue, so I nodded, curling into him as he drove. When we reached his place, he carried me inside, whispering, "Gabi's safe. I had my men take her home."

I wanted to feel relieved, but all I could feel was dread. The next morning, I woke up to find Gabi sitting at the kitchen table, her face stormy. I tensed as I approached her.

"So," she started, her tone sharp, "you had your goons drag me home, huh?"

I clenched my jaw. "I did what I had to do."