Know my Name

I'll always find you

"Oh and the fact that I was wearing a bullet proof vest." Marcellus whispered as he smirked, knowing exactly how this was effecting me. Even if he couldn't see the emotions written on my face, he knew me best. Having kidnapped me for 2 long years.

I kept my face neutral as I leaned back in my chair and made my whole body relax. "Of course, you've always been a man who loves control. Now tell me Marcellus, why exactly did you order this meeting?" I ask smoothly, making sure he didn't notice the direct order.

"How's your brother?" He deflected the question, only to throw me another curveball. And despite my box that was sealed with my emotions I instantly stiffened at the mention of my dead brother.

"Right, sorry for me being impolite. I am truly sorry about that unexpected loss. I heard that it was set up, looks like you have a target on your back now." He said continuing to derail me.

I laid my hands on the table interlocking my fingers and leaned in closer, "And who did you hear that from?" If anyone was looking at us, it just looked like 2 people who were talking about business.

He held my stare, "You've grown into your body I see." I kept my body still, even when all I wanted to do was wash off the way he looked me up and down, with clear lust in his eyes.

"That's what happens when you grow up. And I'm surprised other than the bullet meant to kill you, that your age didn't catch up with you later on." I smiled softly, knowing it got on his nerves. "But you still look dashing in your suit, a couple sizes bigger than the last time I saw you. But I know how you like your food." I was playing a game, and I knew the masks I kept on my face wouldn't hold for much longer.

He roughly smashed his cigar down onto the table, but smiled at me when people turned to stare at the commotion. I didn't flinch as he brought his chubby sausage fingers up to my face and brushed my hair back behind my ear. He leaned in and whispered,

"You also know how I like my pussy." All the memories of him towering over me and the screaming, my screaming, my pleading, slapped me right in the face. "Or should I say, your pussy." He said as I slipped my hand, with the tracker on my pointer finger, into his jacket. I trailed my other hand up his shoulder. Distracting him enough that he didn't notice the hand that had just sealed his fate.

He pulled away smirking, mistaking my sneaky smile as desire. He smoothed out his suit and stepped a couple steps back. If he detected anything, he didn't say.

"What was the point of this meeting Marcellus?" I asked him again looking up at him, while still keeping my mask of boredom tightly wrapped around my face. It was going to slip, and I didn't mind if it was him I would lash out on. If anything to get that disgusting look off his face.

He lightly tapped my face as he smiled, "A reminder that no matter how far you run, I'll always find you." I smiled right back, but it was more of a cringe, as he turned and left with his bodyguards forming a tight circle around him.

I breathed in a breath of air, to steady myself as Bryce asked from behind me, "Mare, are we killing him?"

Oh, I wanted to feel his blood run down my hands but not here. There were too many people around for witnesses, and his bodyguards wouldn't make any shot clean. Not that I didn't mind taking a few of his cruel guards down with him. But I wanted his death to be slow, and it would be anything but a clean shot if I were to kill him.

I kept staring after Marcellus, even after he turned a corner and disappeared out of sight. "Not yet." Was all I said, before furiously storming out of the cafe and hopping into the back of the van with my dad.

"You're okay." My dad said more of a reassurance for him than an actual question. He pulled me into a tight hug and laid a kiss on my head before pulling away.