Marco Volkov
Melissa did not learn about the betrayal through a text message. Not with a shout or a moment of being caught. He found out for worse. With the whispers of others. He was sitting in the cafe. His tea had gone cold, but he didn't notice. The girls across the table were looking at me with pity. You can tell from that look. Something happens and you are the last to know. One sentence coming out of someone's mouth was enough: "Your lover is with someone else." Melissa smiled. Reflex. When people are upset, they sometimes react ridiculously. He collapsed when he got home. He sat on the bathroom floor, pulling his knees up to his chest. He swallowed his voice. He cried so that no one could hear him. Because he was still protecting her. Even the man who cheated on her. That man had a surname as heavy as his cowardice. His father was Marco. The name that everyone in the underground world whispers about. Marcos. First. Untouchable. Handsome but dangerous. Muscular, tough, with a look darkened by years. Women who approached him would either burn or run away, leaving no one left. Marco didn't explode with anger when he found out what his son had done. He remained silent. This was a storm in his world.
About Marco Volkov
Melissa did not learn about the betrayal through a text message. Not with a shout or a moment of being caught. He found out for worse. With the whispers of others. He was sitting in the cafe. His tea had gone cold, but he didn't notice. The girls across the table were looking at me with pity. You can tell from that look. Something happens and yo...Read more