A Different Type

16. Mark Of Pride

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Chapter 16: Marks of pride

Marcels POV

I was laying on my beautiful mates chest, still naked from that afternoons…activities. The light breathing and steady rise and fall of his chest provided the best comfort I ever experienced. I was looking at every detail his face had. His nose bridge being as straight as a ruler, his lips although full and delicious, parted and a bit dry because of all the kissing we’d done. His skin being perfect, even with his teenage acne scars, even with his scar right above his full, but shaped brows. He was truly stunning

I kept admiring him while he slept. Until my stomach started rumbling, destroying any hope of me staying in bed and keep looking at this extremely good view. I slowly moved his arm off of me and stood up, pulling his gigantic hoodie over my frail and still aching body. He never once held back, the way he just took me in the shower, on the bed, even on the floor. One part kept replaying, over and over.

I fell to the ground next to him, both breathing heavy. He kept blinking with a smile on his red face, I’m sure mine was mirroring the same expression. He sat up and rested on his forearms. Looked at me and his eyes fell down to my neck, his eyes glowed and his fang grew. He moved closer and rubbed my upper leg while sniffing the nape of my neck. It pulled a moan from deep within me. He was just about to bite down and mark me when I shook myself out of the sensual daze I’ve been put in. I pushed him away as gently as possible and rubbed his check as his glowing eyes slowly disappeared and his gorgeous ocean eyes appeared and his fangs retracted.

“I love you, I want this…so bad, but I’m not ready yet. I’m still in school and I need to finish that before I can delve into anything else.” His expression changed from confused to loving. “Baby, I completely understand, when you’re ready. I’ll be here, waiting for you with nothing but love and acceptance” I smiled and pulled him in for a kiss and when we pulled apart he picked me up bridal style and put me in the messy bed, he took the covers and tried to make it seem like we haven’t been busy exploring each other’s bodies the entire afternoon and night. And when satisfied he climbed in and rested his head on his folded arm and pulled me close to rest my head on his chest with his arm lazily pulled over my torso

 

As I made my way down the stairs towards the kitchen this memory kept a smile plastered on my face and my cheeks flushed. I made myself a cup of tea and took out some small wrapped chocolate bars from the cupboard, and went to the fridge to take out ham and cheese slices as well as butter. I turned to the stove and placed a flat pan on top with some butter and fresh rosemary on a low heat. I prepared my sandwich and added some salt and pepper onto the tomato already placed on the side of the plate

I took the sandwich and placed the sandwich in the pan and made my toasties when I shrieked when two arms wrapped around my torso. A deep laugh resonated through the humongous kitchen. I shook my head and smiled to myself as I turned around to smack him on his arm only to realize it wasn’t Jenson. Before I could scream a cloth was forced in my face covering my mouth and nose. It only took two seconds or so for darkness to completely envelope me.

Jenson’s POV

I was woken up with the alarm blaring. Marcel wasn’t in bed or in the room matter of fact. I ran downstairs and saw a black piece of something on the stove emanating clouds of smoke, which was why the alarm was blaring. I threw the burned object away and rinsed the pan. Afterward I disarmed the alarm and went through the first floor and couldn’t find him.

My worry started to grow into a full on panic. I called the guards and tried calling Michael but he wasn’t picking up. The one time I actually needed him he wasn’t answering his damn phone. I mind linked him but only got radio silence in return.

I ran to the front of the house where all the guards were waiting. I instructed them to turn this town upside down. To find Marcel and bring him home safe and unharmed. His mother came out and with a shaky hand showed me his phone with large cracks adorning the screen. And one drop of dried blood on the screen. The phone I called hundreds of times trying to find him. “Does it still work?” she nodded yes and gave the phone to me and I rushed to my office and plugged the cracked phone in and took my land line and phoned neighboring towns and cities and gave them a description of my beautiful mate and asked them to give me a call and let me know as soon as they hear or see him. I saw the phone light up and I gasped at the one thing on the main screen. As soon as I opened the phone i groweld a deep and menacing growl . It was a picture of Marcel with a gag occupying his beautiful face and his half naked body lying limp on the floor.

‘If you want him alive, follow my instruction as soon as I send them to you’ I sighed a heavy and worried sigh but anger outgrew them soon after

That anger grew tenfold when I zoomed in on the tiles next to my poor bay and saw a clear reflection in the pristine kitchen floor

Betrayal and disgust filled me to my core upon realizing everything made sense now. Everything fell into place and my suspicions were confirmed. Michael will lose his life, whatever it takes. He will pay for taking what doesn’t belong to him. He’ll pay with his life!

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