Marcella's entire face went hot as he gently nibbled on her cheek.
She held her breath and her lips trembled. Her eyelashes quivered as she tightly shut her eyes.
"My dad was humiliated by facing the law, Tony…" She opened her eyes. "If he had stopped when I asked him to, maybe…"
Tony supported his hands on the wall and pulled back from her. He leaned so that he could be at eye level with her. With his mouth slightly open, he breathed.
"Everett. That's what the nice cop called him. I want him to~"
"His face will be in the papers and he will lose his pension. I promise," Tony said.
"You're not mad at me, are you?" she held his cheek.
His eyes were glistening and droopy. He must be disappointed. They had a pretty nice evening and she ruined it with her mood. She didn't regret what she did but only the method she relayed her feelings.
"You make it easy to voice my thoughts and I… I turned out to be a terrible person, didn't I? I'm sure you're already regretting~"
