It Wasn't Me It Was Ignacio 소설 & 이야기

I folded my hand and closed my eyes in pain. ~~~~~~~ "What you want Sir." The owner said and that man replied in his thick Spanish accent "I purchased this girl. Get ready for her boss."

Something that told me this was not an accident. And that Maria wasn’t even involved in whatever this was… Not at all.

’ Somehow, out of everything she’d told me, those three words hurt the most. Marcus stood up and started pacing, one hand over his mouth. By the time I finished, he stopped in the middle of the room staring with both hands behind his head. "You've got to be kidding me," he muttered. “The California headquarters…” He stopped. “She rejected it at first because she already knew who you were and said she knew you were trying to get close.” He started walking again. “The fire extinguisher…” “She wasn’t remembering.” His eyes slowly lifted to mine. “She wanted to see Celeste panic.”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

It was the reason why Cosimo chose to be a coward and to leave. “Good,” I said, and my mate raised an eyebrow at me. I walked toward her and cupping her cheeks, I connected her lips with mine. Our lips moved in sync, and though I knew that it was unwise of me to be melting in her embrace, I knew that it was one that I needed. “I think that it is time for them to see who the real Diego is, and I am going to be sure that the fucking bastard regrets ever sending his daughter against me. But no one is going to know that…”

My legs felt as if they were not only giving up on me, my lungs were too. “Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” The man said, and I watched as everyone looked down at their feet before forcing myself to do the same. The Alpha passed us, but I couldn’t help but frown when I noticed that he stopped in front of me. I kept my head down, knowing not to say a word, and it wasn’t until he put his finger under my chin, raising my face, that my vision blurred.

He fell silent for a moment before he finally said, “I’ll send someone to pick you up.” I choked back my tears and agreed. At dawn, just before boarding the plane, I took one last look at the photo of Matteo and me on my phone and deleted it. Matteo Cross, we would never see each other again.

As soon as we opened, a man entered. He looked familiar, like the same man—Nico—from yesterday. He walked straight to the table I was wiping and tapped the surface. "We need to talk." "Good morning, Signore. Are you ready to order?" He curled his lip. "Let's settle the debt for you pushing me into the ocean first. Then we'll talk about ordering." I stood there, frozen. When I didn't move, he continued, "Three years ago, on the Pediterranean, why did you push me overboard during the shootout between the Mancuso and Moretti families?"

He mumbled She walked into the room, Ignacio offered her a seat on the chair. "So what do you have to say?" "Firstly, I want to apologize for what happened at the training ground that day. I don't know what came over me or how I got the strength, I didn't mean to hurt you" "Okay, it's fine. You can leave now" "What was your treasure hunt?" "That's none of your business. You're done here so you should leave" "Fine!" She raised her hands in surrender. "I'll come back to check on you" She said and left the room.

Vito and I had been giving each other the silent treatment for three days, and he never once reached out. With the Family’s enemies hunting me, I hid under a bridge and called him. “Vito, the Colombos are after me. Can you come save me?” Vito said coldly, “Antonia, are you playing the victim again? “I’m in the middle of a Family meeting. Don’t bother me!” The footsteps outside the bridge came closer. I said quietly, “I’m not lying.” He scoffed. “Fine. Wait for me, then.” I curled up under the bridge. The Colombos’ men shot me in the chest. Right up until my breathing stopped, Vito never came...