Chapter 7

“Davin, untie her,” Marco ordered his man, who had also walked into the room with a bandaged shoulder.

“But boss, she...”

“Are you questioning me, Davin?”

“No, boss.”

“Then good.” With that, Marco strode out of the room, not even bothering to look back.

Mariana sighed out of relief. After all, Marco Di Martino wasn’t going to kill her anymore. As for the job, she had been denied those skills since she was sixteen. How was she going to pull that off?

A loud growl pulled her out of her thoughts. She looked up at Davin.

A man who was well-built and big enough to scare all the daylights out of her. He had messy black hair and green-grey eyes that held nothing but coldness.

The men here knew exactly what they call beauty without a try. Mariana couldn’t help but notice the angry scowl on his face.

Mariana smiled, not so surely hoping he would let go of tha