An Angels Murder

~Chapter Seven~

Marcell stared at me for a moment before taking a bite of the croissant.

"Times," he says. Does he mean my shifts or something.

"I work two jobs," I say. He nods a little.

"Quit one," he mumbled. Why would I quit one of my jobs. Why would he make me do that?

"But the money-

He almost snorts before taking a sip of coffee.

It has been stressful working two jobs and trying to balance appointments with the doctor or therapist. I don't actually need the money, I just love both jobs. The ballet studio on its own pays me double what I get at the cafe per hour. It's not much but it gets me by.

"If I quit one, I can work the other?" I asked. He nodded slightly. So I'll quit the cafe and work at the studio. Not only because it gives better pay but because I love my students and ballet altogether.

We sit for a while until I get a text from the manager. I assume Marcell got the same one.

It said: Hold hands, you guys look stif.

I rolled my eyes and so did Marcell.

Just cooperate with him and everything will be easier.

Marcell grabbed my hand, caressing my knuckles with his thumb. The cameras went absolutely crazy.

My heart started beating a little faster but I didn't try to remove my hand from his. He reached his free hand out and moved some hair from my shoulder to my back.

This was all an act to gain publicity.

The cameras went crazy again.

"Drink," he said while pushing forward the cup. I just stared at the coffee, not wanting to. I raised the glass to my lips and took a small sip. If I ever drink anything, it's either water or black coffee. Minimal calories.

I didn't eat the croissant he got me so he took it with us in a brown paper bag along with the loaf of bread.

My leg was hurting a lot today, especially because I wasn't wearing my knee brace and it was cold. The manager said it was 'tacky' and wouldn't let me wear it.

So I double dosed on all the painkillers I could excepts the ones specifically for my leg pain. That shit makes me so sleepy.

We got up and went to leave but the front door has been barricaded by the bodyguards. There was so many people that police officers were called.

When they noticed that we wanted to leave, they began to clear a path to the car. We exited the patisserie and attempted through the crowd. There was slight pushing and shoving which made me go a bit slower but we eventually made it to the car.

We got inside and the guard closed the door.

What the actual fuck was that?

We couldn't even leave yet because people were so close to the car.

"Fucks sake," Marcell muttered. He leaned into the front seat and tapped Albert. He whispered something before sitting back down. He pulled the croissant out of the bag before handing it to me.

"Eat," he says while placing the brown back in my hand. I stare at him for a moment.

"Thank you but I'm not hungry," I said politely while handing it back to him. He didn't take it.

"Eat," he repeated. Albert stuck his head into the back and smiled.

"We're going to be here for a while. We can't leave until more police get here because there's so many people. It's best if you eat," he says. I slowly nod.

Croissants have always been a fear food.

I haven't eaten one since I was about twelveish. We never had them in the house and we never bought them ever.

And especially when you know how they're made, it makes you not want to eat them. Layers of butter and sugar and pastry.

"I'm gluten and lactose intolerant," I blurted out. They both looked at me. Marcell nodded and took the pastry from me, putting it back in the bag.

Thank god.

He mumbled something to Albert and opened the door, getting out.

"SIR, ITS DANGEROUS," Albert shouted while getting out.

What the fuck is he doing. I watched as he pushed through the crowd and went back into the patisserie.

Is he fucking crazy?

I watched as Albert followed behind him. It looked like he was cursing , swearing every word he could.

Five minutes later they both came out. Albert was talking to him while he just ignored. He had a a bag with him and was coming back to the car. He got in and handed it to me.

Albert was mumbling something under his breath as he got inside the car. Marcell handed me the bag. 

"No Gluten or lactose," he mumbled.

For fucks sake.

The car began to move and I didn't open the bag. I needed to get to work but I don't know what I'm supposed to say to him. Should I just wait till I get home and go myself or ask him to drop me off.

"M-Marcell?" I said. He looked up from his phone, staring at me.

"Would it be okay if you dropped me off at work?" I asked. He stared at me before looking back at his phone.

"Albert," he mumbled while pointing to him. I nodded my head, got out of my seat and leaned into the front of the car.

"Mr Albert, can you drop me off here?" I asked softly while showing him the address on my phone.

I looked at the rear view mirror for a moment and saw him staring at my ass. I quickly sat down and he looked away.

We eventually made it to the studio and I began to get out. I got out and began to slowly wake up the stairs. I went inside and my students were waiting for me.

They began to do a warm up as I got myself ready for the lesson. I changed into sweats that I leave in my locker sometimes. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around.

"Marcell," I said surprised. He shows me the brown bag from the patisserie.

"Forgot it," he mumbled while staring at his phone. He put it in his pocket before giving me the bag.

"MISS D SORRY IM LATE," my student Alro shouts while running towards me. He trips over his feet and falls to the ground in front of Marcell.

"Shoot, you okay?" I asked while staring at him. He looks up to see Marcell staring at him. He quickly gets up and stands next to me.

"What's Marcell Drakov doing in the studio," he whispers to me.

I stay silent for a moment.

"He's my husband," I said, slightly embarrassed. Everyone fell silent and then they started yelling over each other, coming closer and closer to us.

"That's enough guys," I said, trying to calm them down. They were asking a million questions and getting really close to Marcell. He took a few steps back standing behind me.

"Guys please, just calm down," I said. They're eventually stopped talking.

"I got married last week and that's all I'm going to tell you guys. Now please continue warming up so I can continue on with my lesson," I said. They groaned in annoyance and went back to their warmups. I turned back to Marcell who was staring at me intently.

"Thank you for bringing the croissants, you didn't have to," I said softly. He nods his head before leaning into my ear.

"Be home at five," he whispered. I nodded my head and he left.

What in the actual fuck just happened?
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