The billionaire's only desire-Chapter 82: Billionaire club gala party part 10

"Maya, " Dalton dropped the knife. His hands smudged with Mr. Wilson’s blood

"I...I" Dalton stuttered with his words.

Maya looked at him with a horror-struck face. Her limbs grew weaker as her whole body trembled with terror.

"Shit!" Aiden cursed. "I should have been the one to get my hands bloody, not you."

"Maya" Dalton came to stand in front of her. His eyes wrestling with emotions.

Maya took a step back. Her heart was thudding so loud in her ears like she was experiencing an attack.

"Maya," Dalton curled a finger, under her chin to tilt her head up to look at him. Her eyes were down. She was afraid to look at him.

Is she scared of him now?.

"Maya, do you think I’m a monster?" Dalton’s somber panic-laced voice filled her ears. She looked at the blood spatter all over his hands and glanced over Mr. Wilson’s body. Her disoriented mind and pounding heart refused to accept the horrific situation.

Her jaw clenched as she tried to sound unafraid, but she had never been a brave woman. "Why did you kill him!" she screamed, her fingers clawing down her cheeks.

"He attempted to kill you. I had to make him pay for that with his life," Dalton said coldly. But he was far from being aloof about this. Maya could see the fright in his eyes. He must be breaking down inside like she is.

"Okay," Maya nods, befuddled. "Killing him for trying to murder me is justified. But I need a minute. This is terrifying for me. " She turns, bolting out of the door.

"Maya, " Dalton called after her.

"Let her go. She needs time to fully accept this." Maya heard Aiden say.

Maya wanted to disappear. Her memory

erased, or the time rewind, so some force in the universe would have prevented her from opening that door.

She ran down the stairs like a madwoman, like she was being chased. As she got midway, she barged into someone, nearly falling, but unfamiliar arms clamped around her shoulders, preventing that from happening.

Maya looked up to stare at an attractive man with dark hair mixed with light shades, his olive-skin face beams with a well-defined nose and strong jawline. He was staring down at her with hazel-brown eyes,

"Molto bello" the man hone at Maya.

"huh?" Maya stared at him confusedly.

The man smiled flashing his white teeth. "It’s Italian. I said you are beautiful ."

"Oh," Maya smiled wryly. "Thanks. " She glanced at his hands still gently gripping her shoulders. "Uhh, I can stand on my own now.... thanks. "

The man got the hint and let her go

"Was someone chasing you?" The man asked looking over her shoulders.

"No, I was just in a hurry." Maya lied smoothly.

The man’s eyes roam over her face, making her feel like she was under a microscope.

"You are Maya DeLuca right?"

"Y-Yes how did you know?"

The man grinned. "You are Dalton’s girlfriend?"

Maya nods, puzzled.

"Well, I’m Marcello. Dalton’s best friend."

Maya’s eyes widened. "Huh? Dalton has a best friend?" Dalton is a lone wolf. This is so jarring to her!

"I had to force his anti-social ass to form a friendship with me." Marcello smugly said.

Maya gave him a thorough look. He has the same domineering aura as Dalton. No wonder they are friends.

Maya smiled. "Wow, I’m so glad he has a best friend. Nice to meet you, MarcelIo. " She offered her hand. And he shook it.

"Were you running from the dead body in that room?"

Maya paused, her breath sharp. "Y-You know?"

"Yes, don’t worry I will soon get rid of it."

Maya pursed up her lips "What do you mean.?"

Marcello guffawed, saying. "I’m a body collector. "

Maya blinked. "You collect bodies for a living?" her mind was muzzy.

"Dead bodies precisely. " Marcello said coolly. "I collect and dispose dead bodies from the crime scenes for criminal organizations and individuals."

"Oh," Maya fully understood what he meant. "So you are in the Mafia?"

"You can say that, I’m a crime boss. I’m the head of a crime syndicate. Body collector is my side job. "

"Wow," Maya’s mouth hangs open. "So you are here to make that dead body disappear?"

"Yes,"

"You do this often for Dalton?"

Marcello nods. "Yes, I mostly get rid of the dead bodies of the men Aiden kills." He reveals.

"Wow," So he got rid of the Dead bodies of Fredrick Hathaway and Terrence?

Dalton’s brother is a psychopathic killer, and his best friend is a body collector.

This is mind-blowing. She feels like she is in a Mafia movie.

Maya did a thumbs up nervously. "Got it!"

"You look distraught. This will help."Marcello pulled out a whiskey flask from his suit and gave it to Maya

Maya quickly took a swig. She doesn’t drink hard liquor, but she needs this.

"Damn, pretty strong. " the liquor burn her throat, making her fan her face. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

Marcello laughed at her reaction. "How are you feeling now?"

Maya blinked, evaluating her feelings. Her fretfulness was gone. She let out a short laugh. "I feel better. " She took another swig. Alcohol does take the edge away.

"I’m going to Dalton. Will you come along?" Marcello asked.

Maya shakes her head. She is still not ready to face Dalton. She is yet to fully grasp his killing of Mr. Wilson.

She wanted to wait in the car, but she might just leave, going straight to Natalia’s place. She needs time and space to process all this.

Marcelo peered at her intensely. "Alright, then. Hopefully, we will meet again soon."

"Sure," Thanks for the Whiskey, " Maya waved the flask at him. "And thanks for the small talk. It has helped a lot." It shed off the chaotic mess she was feeling inside.

"I got you." Marcello winked at her.

Maya smiled in response and bypassed him to continue her journey down the stairs.

"Non vedo l’ora di render mio," Marcello suddenly said to Maya.

She stopped and turned back to him. "What does that mean?"

Marcello’s shot a boyish smirk. "You will find out, Amorina."

Maya looked at him as he climbed up the stairs. This Marcello guy is intriguing in a strange way.

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