Lahat ng Kabanata ng Marked By Him: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

GIOVANNI’S POVThe doctor closed his medical bag with a satisfied click. "Much better, Mr. Vitale. Your vitals are stronger, the wound is healing cleanly. Another week of rest and you should be able to move around more freely."Robert, propped up against pillows in his bed, looked pale but infinitely better than he had a week ago. "A week? I'll be up and about in three days.""Robert, don't be stubborn," Isabella chided from her chair beside the bed, though relief was evident in her voice. "Listen to the doctor."Robert huffed. "I've been shot before. I know my body.""Yes, and you're not twenty anymore," I said from my position by the window. "Take the week."Robert shot me a look. "Since when do you side with the doctors?""Since you almost died and left me to deal with your wife and daughter's grief." I kept my tone light, but the memory of that first night was still too fresh."He has a point," Isabella said, squeezing Robert's hand. "You scared us."Robert's expression softened a

ARYA’S POVMarco was in the living room, throwing items into a duffel bag. "About time. The car's out front. Let's go.""Marco." I whispered"Not another word. Move."I walked toward the door, my mind racing. Once we were in the car, my opportunity would be gone. I needed to…A phone rang, cutting off my thoughts. It was the landline, mounted on the kitchen wall. My heart jumped, could it be…I looked behind me, Marco had not noticed yet. This could be my chance. Running quickly, I rushed towards the phone and grabbed the receiver. "Hello?"No one said anything for a moment and my heart almost dropped in disappointment. But then I heard, "Arya?"The voice made my knees buckle but I steadied myself and gripped the phone tighter. "Giovanni?" I could barely breathe. "Oh my God, Giovanni. Is that you?"I could hear him speak in rapid Italian, shooting orders. My heart tightened even further and a smile nearly crossed my lips. He still sounded the same, although his voice has a raspin

GIOVANNI’S POV"MOVE FASTER!"I was already pushing ninety on city streets, weaving through morning traffic with Enzo white-knuckling the door handle.He glared at me, his face flushed with rage. "Gio, we're going to crash if we keep going ate rate.”"I don't care!" My hands were shaking on the wheel. "She called, Enzo. Arya called. She's with Marco right now and she sounded terrified."The phone call played on loop in my mind. Her broken voice calling out to me and although it was faint, I heard the baby cooing in the background. I had no idea what she was going through and if Marco was the sadistic bastard that I thought he was then it wouldn’t be anything good. It didn’t help that the line had gone dead just before she could give me the address . And when I had tried to call back, nothing.But I knew without a doubt that shr was in yhe lasu location Eno found. "The team is already en route," he said, pulling up the address on his tablet. "They'll meet us there. We'll get her, Gi

ARYA’S POVI was having flashes of everything that had happened. The gunshot, the screams, the smell of burning tires.And Dante… my innocent baby boy who had somehow gotten wrapped in all of this. With a loud gasp, I jolted awake but instantly regretted it because a stabbing pain rushed through my entire body.“God!” I groaned, shutting my eyes but it was too late already.The damage was done. There was a sharp, throbbing pain in my temple where Marco had hit me. And an aching pain in my ankle where the bullet had torn through.And underneath it all, was a bone-deep terror that made everything else fade to background noise.I tried to move and couldn't.My eyes flew open again, panic rising to my throat as I realized my hands were bound behind my back. My ankles were tied together with rough rope that bit into my skin.And I was on a plane. I eyed the plush leather seats, the bright harsh lights and the smell of something floral in the air. The memory of Marco standing over me w

ARYA’S POV"That's better," Marco murmured. "See? This doesn't have to be unpleasant."He kissed me, his hands roaming my body. He squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple. I kissed him back, my stomach churning with revulsion."I'll give you everything," he promised between kisses. "A life in paradise. Everything you could want.""What about Dante?" I managed to say.He pulled back, his eyes glazed with lust. "What about him?""Where is he? You said he was here." I whispered coyly. He smirked. "End of the hallway. Room on the right. There's a nanny with him." Marco pulled back slightly. "See? I keep my promises. Now, let me keep loving you."He kissed me again, deeper this time.My hand moved slowly, toward where I had hidden the knife in the pile of my discarded clothes."I used to love you, you know," I whispered against his mouth.Marco pulled back, surprised. "Really?""Yes, when we were young. Before all of this." My fingers closed around the knife handle. "I used to think you