[𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞]
Once lovers, now enemies, but their love was stronger.
Milana Levine used to be one of the most well known assassins in New York, maybe even in all of the US. Known as Demise, even her title sent a warning. She wasn't one...
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III
"Bullshit!" I snap, retrieving the gun from his head and instead, roughly trailing it across the exposed skin on his arms.
Marco stalls for a minute. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek to suppress the beginning of a cruel smile.
"Is it? Tony would have already killed you if it weren't for me." He explains, looking down at the gun pressed to his arm.
His breath hitches in his throat when I move it lower... and lower.
"I don't trust you." I contest, jiggling the gun in his face to make a point. His face stays stone like, not showing any sign of fear or emotion.
"You sent me to prison, Lana." He shouts, looking at me with intensity that sends my heart racing.
"Don't make me spell it out for you. You know I didn't have a choice." I explain.
I can tell he thought hard about his next words, as he looks beyond me for a long moment.
"I wanted to kill you so bad. Make you hurt like I did."
I can tell by his face that he's deadly serious.
"Wanted?" I question.
"Don't test me." He snaps back - once again examining my body as if it is his property.
I cant put my finger on it, but the air around us is almost suffocating and filled with unresolved tension. It's made up of hatred, and just a touch of lust.
Glad I'm the one holding the gun right now.
I place the gun back on the table, unaware of what to say next. He was right, I did betray him and send him to prison, but it was me or him in that situation; I chose myself.
"It took me years to understand why you betrayed me. And even now, I can't forgive you." His voice slightly softens for a moment and I can hear the pain lacing it. I open my mouth to respond, but his words strike me silent.
"I had to, Marco. Tony was going to kill me. There was only one ticket out of New York, and you were the price. You'd have done the same" I argue.
He squints his eyes, dangerously, pinning me into place. I can't help but feel dominated under his gaze.
"Whatever you say, Lana. I answered your question, didn't I?"
I nod in response as Marco grabs the gun off the table and immediately points the muzzle at me.
"Let's move things along, shall we? You must hate Tony for killing your father and stealing your life. He's spent the last five years hunting you down across the world to kill you." He says, tilting my chin up with his index finger.
I don't pull away, I submit to his touch. After all these years, It's still so familiar.
"What do you think? Of course I do." I snap, folding my arms back around my displayed body, purposefully leaving my cleavage on show.
