Marino's Heir

Chapter 26

After receiving the news of the horrible accident that Jason had. Cleo closed the call, feeling guilty of what happened to him.

Falling on her knees, she grabbed the phone from the floor and talked to Ryder, hearing everything that happened as well as the worry in his voice. Marco saw her and immediately rushed to her when she closed the phone, he held her shoulders from behind. "Cleo, What's wrong?!" He asked her, starting to feel worried again. She didn't reply to him right away, she turned her head to see him. And that face surprised him, she was mostly trembling, and her eyes were filled with disappointment and anger. She laughed at him standing up and pushing his hands away. "What?!" He said surprised once again but from her actions. She sighed so deeply then giggled, "Fireball, what is it?!" He asked once again. Not sure of what's coming. She turned to him. "You said you didn't know?"      "didn't know what?!"      "YOU LIAR!!" She pointed at him then angrily stormed out of there. "CLEO! WHAT THE HELL??! WAIT!" He ran after her completely confused and worried. 

Cleo's POV: -

I can't believe it. It was him. I have to find the way out of here, I can't deal with him right now. Jason in the hospital now and it was because of me! How could I let my guard down and not run like a sane person?! How did I not hear my surroundings? How could I let this happen? I got caught up with him, that I forgot myself, I forgot my phone.

That I didn't see... "WAIT PLEASE!" Of course, he was faster than me. I wasn't running from him to begin with, but I can't find the way out when he's in my way. He held my arm and stopped me. I couldn't look at him, I was too mad. Jason is probably in his death bed right now and where am I?! I can't fail him too! I can't kill him too. I can't bear it... "Marco, I have to get out of here." I said harshly, then pushed my arms away from his hands. "Not until you explain-EXPLAIN WHAT?! That it was you?! In that hallway?! THAT MANIAC WHO DROVE WITH HIS MOTORBIKE ALMOST CRUSHING ME WITH IT HUH?!!" He narrowed his eyebrows at me, acting confused. I nodded my head and smiled sarcastically. "Bully, huh, you saved me." I said, moving my fingers, mimicking his words. "Do you realize the damage you caused by doing that?!" He didn't say anything he just sighed, putting his hands on his waist and looking down. "Great." I shrugged, He's the only one who could do something crazy. How didn't I guess that.

Good thing Ryder enlightened me and suspected him since he always comes to school on his bike. I turned to leave seeing the door close by and the street clear from the glasses. "It wasn't me." He spoke, but I kept walking. "You were going to get kidnapped if I hadn't seen you!" I stopped to hear him out. I crossed my arms, doubtful. "I saw you on the back of a man's bike, and your hands were tied. You were drugged, Cleo." He stepped closer by each word, making sure I heard him very well. "And by the time I reached and found where you were, he was..." He stopped suddenly. "What?!"  "Taking...your clothes...off you..." I put my hands on my mouth and turned to him. His face was filled with anger, and his fists were clenched. He didn't have to make it clear. "What..." I started closing the jacket on me very tight, feeling insecurity hit me, feeling disgusted. He tried to get close, but I started stepping back, avoiding eye contact. "I gave you that jacket and brought you here. This is my house, and I guessed you'll feel like this when you find out about it. So, I told the maid to use a small towel with a good scent to erase this bastard's handprints off you." He said, feeling hesitant but wanted to reach out. I felt grateful that he was there. My eyes started tearing, and I didn't know how to react. I didn't know how to feel. So firstly, I got drugged. Jason had a car accident. They think I got kidnapped, which was true. But it wasn't Marco. Why did I doubt him again?! Even if he kidnapped me, he wouldn't hurt me. He wouldn't hurt Jason. He's smart, so he wouldn't let anyone know from the start. In fact, he saved me before I almost got raped.