Chapter four

Drecos POV

"Mr. Marcelo" the doctor approached with two envelopes in his hands. "Miss Audrey is alright, she just had a bit of a concussion earlier. Apart from that there isn't any major issue"

I acknowledged his words with a nod, keeping my eyes trained on the angel-like figure on the bed. A broken angel. Tearing my gaze off her, I made a scan of the papers.

The first was a medical report, which showed records of minor

injuries Audrey had sustained, including some malnutrition issues.

The second report however, had me pausing. As I scanned the details, I felt my lips tug up. Interesting.

The slight movement from the bed had me snapping my head up as my gaze locked with the deepest blues I had ever seen. There was a sheen of moisture in them which stirred something deep in me. She stared at me for what seemed like an eternity.

I waited. Until the fog started to clear from her eyes and in its place recognition took hold. Then fear. It was expected, normal even, to be on the receiving end of this sort of reaction. I didn't gain a reputation as the most notorious personality in the country for nothing.

But right now, I didn't need her fear.

If she was going to be a valuable asset in my plans, I needed her to trust me. "W-why am I here?"

"You got into an accident. Have you forgotten?" The sudden change in her mood answered my question. "Michael tried to kill me" It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Laced with such venom I never expected to hear from such a delicate looking girl.

"Yes" I might as well let her anger grow. It would reduce my work later on.

Her grip on the sheets tightened until her knuckles turned white. A strange urge to cover those pale hands with my much larger ones came from nowhere.

Get a grip man!

My main goal now was to get this woman to work for me. A message popped in my phone, It is ready, sir. I smiled at the efficiency of my captain. Now I just had to do the rest.

"Do you hate him?" I asked, watching her stiffen as I settled beside her.

"As much as I loved him" her voice was barely a whisper.

"Then how does revenge sound?" Her eyes widened in disbelief. It was indeed hard for anyone to believe. After all,

"You are his uncle" she continued, "Why would you want to harm him?"

Ahh.... Such a naive little thing. "Sometimes, your greatest enemies could be those around you" A flicker of understanding passed in her eyes but I knew she didn't understand.

For me it wasn't just those around me, it was the scumbag who brought me into this world. My father.

"What did Michael do to you?" She asked. Was that concern in her voice?For that bastard?

"Why? Are you worried about him?" Her scowl gave me my answer.

"No!" A pause. "I-I just..." Color rushed to her cheeks before she averted her eyes. Patience had never been my forte might as well go on.

"I don't have any grudge against Michael. It's the Marcelo family I'm after."

The fear I had seen earlier returned, "your whole family..."

Sigh~ "The Marcelo family owes me a debt."

"I only hate Michael, I don't want to involve innocent people" her voice held a hint of righteousness and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Innocent?"

"Sweetheart~ not a single one of that bunch is innocent. Trust me."

"You have no idea just how twisted that family is. The blood on their hands." Mine boiled as I remembered a figure hanging lifeless from a noose.

"That includes you?" she was looking at me directly now.

"I am no saint either. But only a monster can destroy another monster." It was time.

"Are you willing to take this monster's hand?" I watched her every move. The twitch of her fingers and her eyes that darted between my hand and hers. Just when I thought she was going to refuse, her palm soft and delicate reached out to mine sending a tingling through me.

"Yes" There was no going back now.

"Then marry me"