Lissy Romano

3| Just Lissy

Lissy Romano

I was staring at the folder in my hand when the doors opened. A man in his 30s, with a sharp jawline and dressed in a sleek black suit, walked in.

"I'm here to pick up Elizabeth," he said, giving me a strange, almost unreadable stare.

"Yes, of course. Elizabeth, go grab your stuff and come right back," the worker said hurriedly.

"I'm not supposed to leave Elizabeth by herself," the man interjected, his gaze fixed on the worker.

What is he even talking about? Is he serious?

"Yes, you're right. I'll be right back, I'll bring Elizabeth's things here," the worker said quickly, standing up.

The worker looked terrified. Something was definitely going on. Why would he listen to this man he just met? And for that matter, who even listens to a total stranger like that?

The worker left me alone in the office with this so-called "friend" of my brother. He stepped closer to me. I didn't like this at all.

"What's wrong?" His deep voice broke the silence as he studied me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused. What the hell was he talking about?

"It looks like you have something on your mind," he said, his voice sharp. "Your eldest brother, Vincenzo, sent me. I'm here to take you to Italy. Don't do anything stupid."

My heart dropped for a second, but I kept my cool. "I won't do anything stupid. Just call me Lissy, not Elizabeth," I replied, trying to meet his eyes.

What he didn't know was that my mind was already spinning with ways to run from him. Could he read my thoughts?

"Who even are you?" I asked, my worry slipping through in my tone.

"I'm your brother's friend," he said, still giving me that weird look. "I'm here to make sure you get home safely."

"I don't need a guard. I can take care of myself," I shot back, crossing my arms. "What's your name again?"

"Marco," he said curtly, his eyes shifting toward the door just as the worker returned.

The worker handed over my bag, and I silently prayed he hadn't lost anything.

"I put everything in it. Elizabeth, are you ready to go?" He asked.

"Yes. I mean...do I have a choice?" I said, raising an eyebrow at him.

Marco snatched the bag from the worker, shooting him a stare that could kill. The worker's face turned pale.

"Elizabeth, do as he says. You need to leave," the worker said as he sat down, looking more scared than ever.

Marco reached for my arm to lead me outside, but I pulled away. He stared at me, almost confused, but said nothing. Instead, he silently walked ahead, leading me out of the building.

Once we were in his car, he stayed silent, driving without so much as a word. The tension hung heavy in the air, and it didn't break until we reached the airport.