Capítulo 33: The Series of Unfortunate Events (pt. 3)

(Marco's POV)

Katarina had been quiet for the past few days… Way too quiet. She had been acting like her usual self, but she wasn't even speaking unless spoken to. Obviously I was suspicious, but after checking her room and finding nothing, I chalked it up to homesickness. Even if it wasn't home sickness, this cake she'd made really felt like home.

Kat had been clinging to me the entire evening, and I couldn't get her off my lap. Even after I had my fill of the cake and went to do some work in my father's office, she was still sitting on me. It was uncomfortable. She was heavy.

"What's that?" She was looking at my laptop screen with the utmost interest and confusion on her face. It made her look cute, but I was still keeping my guard up. Katarina had a habit of numbing people down by acting stupid then taking them by surprise. I was planning to ignore her but she looked at me with genuine confusion in her eyes. I felt that it was my duty to explain.

"I'm keeping track of my warehouses and trying to protect them from possible attacks. The police has been up our asses lately and none of my warehouses can be protected enough. I need to find a way to disconnect any evidence between the drugs and my family here," we had millions of euros worth of drugs seized by the police in the past week, and if we lost any more, we could lose power.

"Oh, I heard about that in the news. That's terrible," she snuggled back into me. What was wrong with her lately? I shifted in my chair, unsure what to do. Intimate contact like this wasn't my strong suit. I was good at dominating, I was good at fucking, but being intimate? No. "Marco, I need to confess something," she fixed her position until she was completely straddling me. The look on her face was innocent, but the way she kept 'shifting' to cover up the way her hips were grinding into me told me something was up.

Kat was a fan of messing with me, and right now, she was starting to play me for a fool. "Katarina, whatever you're thinking, don't do it," I didn't want to admit it, but she was beginning to stir things in me, and it all started that fucking cursed day at the club.

"I just think you're not as bad as I thought, calm down," she rolled her eyes. "I wanted to apologise for trying to poison you."

"Cut the shit, Kat," I was pushing her off, "you're still going to try and kill me later."

"Yes," she turned my head back to face her, "but not now. I wanted to thank you properly."

"How?" I was convinced that she was going to try something. The way her eyes shifted from my face to the window, then back to my face again confirmed it. She was up to something.

"Like this," she leaned close, then pulled back quickly. I was staring down the barrel of my gun. How the fuck did she keep doing that?! "You really should keep this thing in a holster, you know. It's so easy to grab!" She tossed the gun from one hand to the other.

"Katarina, I'm warning you," I leaned forward to stand up, but I stopped in my tracks when Kat pushed a knee into my stomach and pointed the gun at my face. "You're not going to get out of this alive."

"Oh, but I am… listen…" on cue, a choir of yelling startled me. I could hear the police yelling. Katarina smiled. "There's my escape cover!"

"You called them?!" My vision turned red. I was going to kill her!

"Of course I didn't, I'm a Montenegro, remember? I am taking advantage of this," she laughed and pointed her gun at me again. "Funny, isn't it? All these weeks trying to kill you and this is all it takes."

"Just do it," if she was going to kill me, she had to get it over with.

"I'm not going to kill you, stupid," she slapped me upside the head. "That's for having me tortured, by the way. Anyway, if I kill you, the cops will never believe it's a suicide and I'll have to start running all over again."

"They're not going to find anything, anyway," the house was completely free of anything illegal, so this entire thing was completely pointless.

"We'll see," she smiled at me and placed a kiss on my lips. I was startled again when there was a pounding at the office door. "Gotta fly, sexy.

I stared after her as she jumped out the window, completely baffled that she had managed to pull a fast on me while I was actively looking for red flags. How did she do that?

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