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Chapter 2 ⚫ Continuing...

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I walk down the steps and stop.

Tears fell from my eyes and I gladly accept them. I kept on facepalming, and whispering 'stupid', each time my hand touches my face. I felt strong arms wrap around my body, causing me to stop hitting myself. I didn't care to look at who it was, that wrapped their arms around me. I just continue to cry on that person's shoulders.

The person who was holding kept on whispering "it's okay" to me. After a few more minutes of crying, I stop and pull away from the stranger. "I'm sorry, I just lost my sanity for a minute," I say, looking down at my feet.

Embarrassed was an understatement

"It's okay angioletto. I didn't mind." A husky voice says. His accent causes shivers to go down my back. I feel warm fingers lift up my chin. I look up at the most attractive man I've had ever seen.

Kevin has nothing on him

I gasp.

He was Wyatt's older brother... Marc. He looks different now. Older to be exact.

"Where do I know you from?" He asks, himself. He kept on snapping his fingers then stop. "You're Wyatt's friend! The one who would always come over as a kid, and annoy the living hell out of me. Kelly, right?"

"Yeah," I said before walking off. He grabs my hand and pulls me back towards him. I feel a glare forming on my face.

What's with the Russo men grabbing people arms

"Don't touch me," I whisper.

He hears and takes his hands off of mine. "I'm sorry." He says. "Where are you going?"

"Home," I say, in a small voice.

"I'll give you a ride," He offers.

I roll my eyes. "No thank you. I got here on my own and I can surely get out of here on my own." I say, walking away again. He grabs onto my hand, causing me to look at him like he lost his mind.

"No, I'll take you."

"Look, I already told your brother I was walking home; he was cool with it and as you can see that's what I'm trying to do. So could you let me?" I ask, getting mad.

"As you can see, I'm not my brother. It's already dark outside and the streets are dangerous at this time. So you can either get in the car by yourself or I'll carry you. Choose wisely." He says.

Damn he was sexy when he was getting mad

I look at him and sigh heavily. "Fine."

A smirk came to his lips. "Good, let's go." I follow him, and we stop at the blue Bentley. He unlocks the car, and we both get in. We drove out of his family home, neither of us saying a word. "Where do you live?" Marc asks. I gave him the directions, and he just gave me a simple nod. My house was coming up, so I tell him to stop.

"Why can't I drop you off at your house?" he asks.

"Because... you just can't," I reply, annoyed.

Always, with the questions

"I can't believe you wanted to walk from my family's house to here, you are indeed crazy."

I roll my eyes. My neighborhood wasn't exactly, how do you put this... classy. It was damn near the ghetto. No one really likes to come to this side of town, unless you want to get robbed. I unbuckle my seat-belt and open the car door. "Thanks for the ride,"