CHAPTER 33

  I didn't go in . He was still silent but I could see the tension in his jaw.

  "Marco! If you continue to be like this it's better--" My chest throbbed as he pulled my arm tightly. My body is too close to hers.

  "What's better?" His voice was low but was too strong. My chest went up and down with nervousness. He is so angry now and I am afraid of the kind of anger he is.

  "What!? It hurts Marco!" I winced in pain. But the tightness didn't loosen. .a hand on my back put more pressure on him. My hand rested on his hard chest.

  "I said I'm not nice when I'm jealous." He repeated. I closed my eyes firmly. I don't get him!

  "What are you saying?" he released me and he looked up as if calming himself. I hit his chest as my tears flowed. This was our serious fight.

  "Speak up! You're so jealous! I didn't do anything! I'm not from the club-"

  "I don't fucking care about that damn club!" he shouted like thunder.