Trillionaires' War

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Marcus drives down the dirt road in silence. Ben's pale face flashes through my mine. I turn to stare at Marcus, wondering how he can make people so terrified of him? Why am I not scared of him?

Because you're scared of the secrets behind him, not of him.

No matter how hard I try to understand, I can't see him as a bad person. He's rough around the edges, but not a bad person. A bad person can't be protective and caring like he is. He might show it differently, but he cares a lot.

'Geno will never change for anyone...'

Ben's words echo in my head. I already knew that, but there was a deeper meaning behind his words. His reaction to the names Helena and Francesco was filled with so much rage. There's history there. It's obvious he knows Marcus like I don't. Just like he knows who those people are. And I feel like I'm supposed to have figured it all out already, but I keep running into dead ends. I'm going around in circles without getting anywhere. What's going to happen once the circle opens up and I cross to find myself faced with the truth? How will I see him then?

"Can I ask you something?" His grip tightens on the steering wheel. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to." 

He clenches his jaw. "Ask."

"Why are you so... agressive?"

"Aggressive?" He repeats, confused by my random question.

"I mean, you can be a little... um... intimidating, for lack of a better word."

"So, what's the problem?"

"Why are you like that?" I ask again, hoping he'd give me any insights about him. I want him to shine some light into all these confusing thoughts in my head.

"I didn't realize it." He's obviously lying to me. That only frustrates me. It's another dead end with him yet again. It seems like that's all I ever get when I try to figure anything out.

I let out a breath of annoyance. "Really? You didn't realize it with the little patience you have or how you have anger issues? Or maybe how one look from you terrifies certain people? You didn't realize that at all?" I ask rhetorically.

He smirks with amusement. "No. Didn't notice it at all." Why is he toying with me?

"You know I haven't heard back from Prince Abdul. Maybe I should text him. At least he'll take me seriously." I say out of spite.

"Do that. While you're at it, warn him to stop sending you shit." He calls my bluff, but at the same time he reveals something I didn't know.

I frown. "He's sending me stuff?" That's news to me. He remains silent. "Marcus, what did he send me?"

"You heard wrong." He tries to brush it off. I definitely won't cave in, he should already know that.

"You just said he was sending me shit. What was he sending me? And why didn't you tell me?"

"Let it go."

"No. Did you even have someone tell him you took me? So he didn't have to worry?"

"That's none of his business." He deadpans.

"It's courtesy." I reprimand him. "What did he send me?"

"Nothing important."

"Where is it?"

"In pieces."

I laugh dryly. "You seriously made sure I didn't get it. You have issues. You know that? You don't have to be jealous of him. He's only a friend. I told you that. So stop controlling aspects of my life. It's an invasion of privacy and down right wrong."