He lowered his head while his hands tightened on the steering wheel. "I can't say it. I'm sorry. And now I'm even more burdened because you've helped me twice."
"Then you'll have to pay," I said flatly and quickly. He looked at me with an inexplicable gaze. "Give me an explanation."
"Other than that."
"I don't want anything else," I retorted, not to be outdone.
"Then be prepared for disappointment." The young man replied softly and coldly.
"But you promised me."
He ruffled his hair and growled, "You've turned my two principles against me." The man let out a long breath. "Well, let's just say that I'm not a man whose life is smooth and doesn't have a variety of problems chasing me wherever I go. You know, I've done something that makes them angry and eager to take my life. Are you satisfied?"
"I'm not really surprised," I commented in a coldly pretentious tone. Although inwardly I was thinking about what he had done to put his life in danger.
The roar of the car sounded faintly, growing louder and louder. I looked behind me, and was immediately startled by the sound of a barrel bouncing.
From beside me, I immediately heard the man grumble. "What a lunatic! He shouldn't have gotten his license that fast."
The Ferrari spun 180 degrees before coming to a stunning stop near this car. The window opened, revealing a man with a witty face who seemed to be having fun. His face looked younger and more energetic than the man I had been with. He offered a grin before saying, "Did I miss something?"
"Don't be crazy," said the man beside me. Really, I think I need to ask his name. He looked at me as he said, "Come on, we'll take you home." He then turned to the man in the Ferrari again. "To the Hyatt Regency Hotel."
Within seconds, we had changed places. The man and I sat next to each other in the back seat. Isaac said that he had sent someone to take care of the half-destroyed car.
"I'm Isaac, what's your name?" Isaac asked in his pleasant tone. He looked at me in the mirror hanging in the center, his smile was bright and he looked like the happiest person in the world.
"My name is Leandra," I replied as politely as I could, while enduring the pain in my shoulder that I had ignored.
"You saved Marco, right? I'm really glad he was saved by a beautiful girl like you." Marco? So that was his name? The name of the young man whose mere kiss could make me think of him like an idiot.
"Isaac, shut up!"
Isaac pursed his lips. "You're really not cool."
I ignored them. I'm currently prioritizing the pain in my shoulder. Unconsciously, I hissed softly, then instantly bit my lip. I channeled how much it hurt by tightly squeezing the cardigan I was wearing.
"Come closer," Marco whispered. Hesitantly, I inched against him. He turned my body until we were facing each other.
"This really hurts," I murmured, trying not to cry.
Marco took off the left sleeve of my cardigan, so I was now wearing only one. He examined my wound with a grimace. "Isaac, do you have a First Aid Kit?"
"Just a sec," Isaac replied anxiously. He opened the desk and took out a white box.
Marco reached for it. "Drive carefully!" he ordered, because Isaac had been driving like a racer.
The pace of the car slowed down considerably. Marco started to open the box and worked skillfully on my wound. "Do anything if you're in a lot of pain."
I squeezed his thigh firmly. Marco did not show that he minded my action at all. In fact, he didn't even show any expression of pain at all, seemed calm and concerned about my situation. There were also many times I bit my lip to hold back a scream.
I was able to breathe a sigh of relief when Marco ended it well. There wasn't much change, but it was better. The man straightened my clothes before handing the First Aid Kit to Isaac again.
Isaac looked at me through the mirror. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" I didn't answer, just nodded slowly while blinking. He reached for the bottle and handed it to Marco. "This is for Leandra. Not for you."
Marco gave the water bottle a little annoyed glance and unscrewed the lid. I was too late to take the water because he had already drunk it to me. For the sake of everything else, this water really felt refreshing in my throat.
"Thank you."
He nodded. "Are you sure you want to go home now?"
" Yeah," I replied not really sure. I couldn't imagine Kim's reaction when she found out I was going home in this condition.
"Hey, Leandra... I was wondering why you saved Marco back then," Isaac said.
"I don't even know what I was thinking at that moment." The incident at the café replayed in my head. When that bald bastard pulled out a gun and pointed it at Marco. Then without thinking, I saved him from the bullet. And because of that, I made an innocent woman the target of that damn gun.
"We're here ...." Isaac admonished when we were in the hotel courtyard. I looked out the window, we were indeed there. I'd been thinking so much that I didn't realize that it was time for me to say goodbye to Marco. Our unexpected meeting, me getting hit with a gun for saving him. And now... it ended with me having caused an accident. Later I thought that as long as I was with him, bad things always happened to me. Not that I want to blame our meeting... but until now that was the case.
"I'll open it, just a moment," Marco said and immediately got out of the car and opened the door for me. The young man helped me out of this vehicle.
"Marco...," I called hesitantly. He looked at me as he waited for me to continue. "About your second debt, I want to ask for it now."
"Good." He smiled happily. "What do you want?"
I stared fixedly at his eyeballs, I saw how dark and mysterious they were. I sighed softly as I knew that I had to say it. Holding my breath, I began to part my lips, I spoke in a hushed voice.
"Kiss me."
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For a moment, Marco looked surprised. But it quickly disappeared as he immediately changed his expression to a calm one. "Are you serious?"" I am," I replied confidently. "Kiss me."Without any rush (like he did in the elevator earlier), Marco's left hand grabbed my waist to bring me closer, at the same time as his right hand cupped my cheek. I had already closed my eyes when those thin lips touched mine. He didn't do it hastily, gently and carefully as if I was the most fragile creature in the world.I squeezed his coat, trying to prevent Marco from ending the kiss quickly. He was still gently sucking on my lips, and I didn't want to let him go so soon. The reluctance to separate from him was driving me crazy and I wished that Marco would always be near me.His lips movement stopped. I opened my eyes and was greeted by his dark irises. A feeling of deja vu came over me. Marco pulled away from the hug, but not the catch on my cheek. He rubbed my lower lip with his thumb. "I remember
Three days had passed since the incident and I had never once seen Marco again. However, the memory of him didn't want to leave my head, nor did the pain of the gunshot wound on my left shoulder.Thankfully, the shot only grazed the periphery of the shoulder, not penetrating the flesh or bone. So I didn't need to go to the hospital and avoided the doctor's question of where I got this gunshot wound. And without me answering, they would have guessed that I got it from a gunshot incident in a cafeteria. If that was the case, the police would join in. They would question me, Marco's name would inevitably be mentioned, and the accident I had a few days ago would also be revealed.I'm not safe. I've had almost two run-ins with the police in my day here. And both of them were related to Marco. According to what I heard at his house when he called Isaac, Marco is indeed a suspicious person. Ninety percent of me was convinced that Marco was a bad guy who was always being chased by people and
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Kim knew. She found out that I had that dream again last night. For the past ten years, ever since my father left me alone with my mother, I've been dreaming of him a lot. The truth is that he wasn't that good of a person until I dreamed of him after he left. These weren't dreams of missing him, but rather because even after he left, he didn't take our bad memories with him. Dante wasn't a good father. He wasn't a good man. In fact, he wasn't even a good person. Every chance he got, he beat Mom, forced me to hide under the bed, smothered my own mouth, and listened to the noise and screams out there. Every time he came home drunk, Mom (and I) wouldn't survive. The next morning I would find my mother's entire body covered in wounds. One day I saw blood pouring out of Mom's head, and on the floor was a broken liquor bottle. I cried hysterically, but Mom hugged me and told me not to wake my father who was now asleep. That violent man fell asleep after cracking the head of the woman he'
Pedro noticed me immediately that evening. He knocked on my bedroom window, calling my name over and over again, as if he would break the glass if I didn't answer his call immediately.I got out of bed, walked lazily to the window and pulled back the curtains. "Are you crazy?!" I said.Although it was fleeting, I could catch the look of relief on her face. "Let me in, hurry!" Without waiting for my approval, Pedro was already getting ready to pull up his pants a little.I opened the window and Pedro immediately climbed through it until he managed to set his bare feet in my room. "Don't you remember that there's something called a door in this house?""I know!" he said."I hope you haven't forgotten what it's for." I walked back to the bed, looking at him lazily."It's not that," she shrugged. "It means I know what's going on with you."My body stiffened instantly. Kim and Pedro, the two people closest to me, instantly realized that something was happening to me. Something bad. "What d
"Do you want to come to my house?" Marco smiled, then nodded. He picked up my tote bag on the ground that I had forgotten even existed. He then took me by the hand, walking towards the end of the alley that I had almost reached. I frowned in confusion. "Do you know the way to my house?" "I know where your house is." "How could you...?" I then realized something. "You were spying on me?" "For two days." He raised his eyebrows twice. "You seem to be really out of your mind." "I told you it was because of you." I deliberately just followed his steps. And he really did take the path to where my house should be. He still held my hand until he reached the door. "Only up to this point. I didn't find out the password number." Then I punched in the password sequence, deliberately not covering it from his sight. When it opened, I turned to him and he grinned. I let him in first and told him to sit on the couch. "I'll keep this inside." I reached for my tote bag that he was still holdi