“Don’t touch her,” a voice comes from behind us. My husband.
Whirling around, I see Marco standing in the alleyway, glaring at Waiter Marco.
“What?” Waiter Marco asks, pulling his hand away. “Sorry. I didn’t mean any harm.”
“You say that but you flirted with my wife right in front of my eyes.”
Waiter Marco stiffens. “Your wife? She said you were just a friend.”
“My wife likes to lie.” Marco stalks closer to Waiter Marco until his back hits the wall. Marco is much taller, towering over the other man. “I don’t know why she flirted with you but I can’t stand that. I will not lose another woman to some young, fucking punk.”
I smile. So Marco is jealous. Good. Then maybe he’ll take me back home and show me passion once more.
Marco grabs Waiter Marco’s shirt and pulls him in closer. “You need to learn where you put your hands.” He grabs Waiter Marco’s neck and right before my very eyes, snaps the younger man’s neck…
Waiter Marco drops to the ground, not moving. His eyes are wide open. I don’t see his chest rising and falling. It takes a long moment for me to realize that he’s… dead. Marco just killed this innocent young man all because I flirted with him to get Marco’s attention.
“What did you do?” I gasp.
Marco whirls around to face me and grabs my arm. “I told you. I am not a good man. I told you to not flirt with other men. But you just couldn’t listen. Let this be a lesson to you, Ciara. I am not losing you.”
“I just wanted your attention!” I scream. “I just wanted you to care about me. That’s all. I wasn’t serious about flirting with him. He was innocent and you just… killed him. Oh my god.” I bend over and gag but nothing comes out.
Marco looks stunned. “You did all of this just to get my attention? But why?”
“Because I don’t want to be alone forever. But I see that I was mistaken. You are… evil. You just killed that man. He didn’t deserve it.”
“He put his hands on you.”
“He didn’t know I was married. I lied to him.”
“And there lies the problem. You like to lie, Ciara. How can I believe a word you say?” He pulls out his phone.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m calling one of my contacts to come deal with the body. We need to get out of here. Now.” Marco speaks to someone over the phone in a low voice before he puts his phone away, grabbing my arms once more. “Let’s go.”
I’m too numb to object. I follow my husband out of the alleyway, away from the dead body that I ended up causing.
Chapter Eleven
Ciara
Marco storms inside our house, breathing heavy. I give him a wide berth in case he tries to hit me but Marco has never hurt me, not even when he could have.
“All you wanted was my attention?” he asks.
“Yes,” I admit in a whisper. “I didn’t know you were going to kill him. You can’t blame that on me.”
“I told you to never flirt with another man!” he shouts, whirling around to face me.
“Why does it bother you so much? You don’t want anything to do with me. Who cares if I flirt with another man?”
“I care!”
“Then tell me why,” I demand.
He shakes his head roughly, stepping away from me. “It doesn’t matter.”
