All the girls stop dead.
I shake my head subtly towards Marco hoping he gets the fucking signal not to do this here, in front of everyone. Not only because I would have to explain everything to Willow, but because Alina wouldn’t want this. She told me in confidence she didn’t want anyone knowing about her dad when she thought he was an oil tycoon let alone now when he’s actually the Don.
“Who the hell are you?” Willow shouts back at him.
“Get back inside the club Willow, I’ll get rid of them.” I turn around to Tommy, telling him to take Alina and put her in the car safely. Once she’s out of my arms I walk towards Marco ascalmly as I can, taking a soothing inhale, holding it in and letting it go.
I can’t shoot him.
I can’t shoot him.
I can’t shoot him.
I repeat the words over and over in my head and just as I’m about to speak, a flash of dark hair storms past me right up to Marco.
“You actually are her dad aren’t you? She looks just like you.” Willow says angrily.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve put her through all these years?”
She stands solid as a rock in front of him, head held high, hands on her hips and if it were anyone else apart from Marco, I’d be so fucking proud of her for standing up to this asshole for her friend. Fuck I am still proud of her, but there’s too many repercussions for letting her continue speaking to Marco like this so I have no choice to step in.
“Moya dusha, just go make sure Alina is okay.” I try to gently push her behind me to walk away but she shrugs me off.
“No. I’ve waited years to finally meet you and give you a piece of my mind.” She points in Marco’s face and his men step closer.
Blyat’.
This cannot be fucking happening right now and to make matters worse, seeing Willow in Marco’s face like a badass is making me hard. Get a fucking grip Dragna.
Just as I push Willow behind me protectively again, Marco speaks.
“It’s nice to finally meet you Willow.” He says with a grimy smirk on his face. He looks from her to me, then back to her again and his smile grows wider.
Hearing her name spoken from his mouth has bile rising up my throat.
This is exactly why I didn’t want Willow involved in my life. She becomes a fucking target. The only saving grace is I can’t imagine Marco doing anything to harm his only daughter’s best friend.
Willow steps from behind me again and I send up a silent prayer that Marco just takes whatever she says on the chin.
“It’s nice to finally meet me? When your daughter is passed out drunk in the back of a car needing to be taken home? Are you high?”
I close my eyes and breathe.
“Alright Willow let’s go.” I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder while Marco’s laughter begins filling the air.
“What the hell are you doing?” She shouts at me, punching me in the back and kicking her feet. I walk us to an alleyway facing Tommy’s car and set her down, caging her against the wall with my arms.
“Listen to me. You have no idea who Alina’s dad is, or what those men with him are capable of. You’re stupidly putting yourself in danger.”
She folds her arms over her chest and scowls at me giving me her best ‘if looks could kill’ hard stare. If I wasn’t so angry right now I’d tell her how hot she looks.
“Stupidly putting myself in danger? He’s a rich oil guy and his security are hardly going to tackle me to the ground in public with a crowd.” She scoffs.
“And Alina is my best friend. She hates her dad with a passion Dragna, therefore, I hate him with every part of me too. He deserves a punch to his stupid face.”
She really is so innocent and it’s killing me having to play along with what she thinks is going on.
“Alright Rocky, calm down.”
