Marco's POV
‘That little bastard.’
Standing high on the lounge's terrace, I watched the little drama between Elara and the silly moron.
A man dumb enough to go for someone else's property, with a full blown mark on her body.
And definitely a man with a death wish.
I had so much to worry about and Elara just decided to add to it in her loving wish.
For a minute, I could swear on my balls that I thought we had something going on…
The total surrender, need to be cuddled… such a f*****g ass pretender.
Her heart was more plastic than the whole ass and boobs of fake city baddies combined.
When she left with Alma, I followed from afar. It wasn't hard considering I always have trackers on my car. Just when I was starting to feel bad for letting her miss the funeral, boom, her shor
