𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

Chapter.30

Marcella's POV:

After leaving Ace and Sara alone I went out for a little walk around the hospital building. From the back of then hospital you could see the ocean, "beautiful" word leaves my mouth. I take a seat on a bench and admire the view in front of me, a sigh left from my mouth. "I need sleep" another sigh, suddenly the flashback hit me.

One month ago today I remember, I got sexually assaulted, I gulp hard and brought my leg up on the bench hugging my knees. Recently life started feeling like movie, getting kidnapped, then getting SA, getting tattoo, my brothers finding out about it and now Ace and Marcello getting hospitalised because of me. "Why me?" A tear escapes my eye, I might act like I'm okay, I'm strong and back to normal but the truth is that. Everyday I get nightmares about the past, everyday I try so hard to not flinch and be aware of my surroundings so I don't upset anyone when they come to hug me or touch me slightly. The worried eyes my brothers give me... I don't want that, I don't like that. I want everything to be back to normal... how it use to be.

Tears shatters down my eyes without me realising it. I huff and got off the bench before wiping off my tears. "He must be waiting" i said it to myself while making back to Marcello's room.

I quietly entered the room and turned on the light since it was dark, "Ahhh- Marcello!! you scared me" I place my palm on my chest, he laughed and hugged me closing the bathroom door behind him. "It feels so good when I hug, it's like all my stress and worry's just fly's away", I smiled. "Now kiss me my love" I frowned and pulled off him telling "what if I don't?" He sends me a smirk and says "then I'll" I bite my lips stopping myself from smiling. "You'll what?"

"You know exactly I will do principessa"
(Italian | princess)

"Quante lingue parlare?" I asked him
(Italian | How many languages do you speak)

He pinned me against the wall taking me off guard and says, "hmm, vediamo la Francia, l'italiano, un po' di russo e ovviamente l'inglese."
(Italian | hmm, let's see France, Italian, a little bit of Russian, and of course English)

"damn" I raised my eyebrows, he leans into me, our lips were fucking 2 inches away and I swear if he doesn't kiss me I will-- never mind.

He slammed his lips on mine and kissed me softly, after a few seconds we both pulled out from the kiss and inhale oxygen, "you know- we humans need oxygen right" I said between my heavy breathing, he chuckled and connected our foreheads, "this is my ass" I gap as he squeezed me ass cheek, he places his lips on mine again and we both smile into the kiss, "No, this is my ass" I playfully glared at him and he let out a chuckle, "well, maybe for now but soon it will be mine- how about I make it my now" he smirked, I knew what exactly he was saying, my cheeks start heating up, I pushed him slightly and went toilet, "i-i will b-be back" I entered the toilet and punched the air, why did I stutter!?

After a few minutes, I came out of the toilet and saw him sitting on his bed talking to someone on call.

"Mom, don't worry, you are young to become a grandma," he said, looking at me with a smirk, I widened my eyes and quickly walked towards him placing the call on speaker.

Mrs. Young: I mean, Dante and Layla can get married now and...

I choked on my salver, Dante and Layla... married now!!!! Bro Dante is going to turn 19 in 3 weeks and... and Lay just turned 18 like last month...

Marcello: Mom, Mom they are too young to get married and I kinda got to go, I will talk to Lay later don't worry. I got up from my seat and went back to doing my work while they talk for a bit more.

"Mom thinks that they had some kind of you know," Marcello spoke, I turned around and looked at him before going back to doing my work, "I guess." I shrugged it off, "Go to sleep it's already one in the Morning" I said while approaching him.