Ella Holden POV
After leaving Chris, I knew I was under strict watch. Even if Marcus was busy, he would still hunt me down especially after what happened today.
He came in furious, burning with rage, and ordered me to follow him.
I nodded and walked behind him slowly, like I was walking toward my own death.
What does he want from me? Does he plan to kill me? Is he really a mafia boss?
Those were the only thoughts in my head as I made my way to his room. I knocked on the door, and his voice called me in.
I opened it and found him sitting on the couch, legs stretched out, a glass of wine in his hand. His eyes met mine before he pointed to the bed.
“Sit.”
I walked over and sat down, rubbing my hands nervously.
“What do you want from me, Mr. Marcus?”
He set his glass on the table bes
