Chapter 122 His girlfriend? Oh please

Marina's POV

I got out of my car looking around the small, iron-looking underground house. " This is the place Ethan kept that bitch huh?"

I had told Ethan that I would be the one to take care of that stupid officer who dared to hit Rachel like that.

The rage I felt inside when I saw how badly beaten up Rachel was, was unimaginable.

I felt the urge to kill, and now I was here to fulfill that urge. But did Ethan have to bring the lady to this kind of area?

It was secluded but not as bushy or foresty as I had thought it was going to be.

But it was underground, and that was enough.

" Ethan really is powerful; thank God I'm not on his bad books. " I said to myself as I began walking into the abandoned underground house.

I had just walked past the front door when I heard the sound of a car zooming in, and then it parked right next to mine.

"What the..."

Mark came out from the car looking all handsome with his black jacket, white shirt, and black trousers.

The wind seemed to be under his command 'cause as soon as he came down from the car, his hair began to move with the wind backward, giving him the Indian movie's main lead vibe.

I got lost staring at his good-looking face and body and didn't even notice when he walked you to me until he cleared his throat.

" You really don't have to drool you know". He said with a smirk, and I snapped out of my daze, wringing the side of my face with my hands. "Did I drool?" I asked hurriedly but immediately scowled at him when I noticed my face was still dry.

I was even meant to be angry.

What was he doing here?

" What the hell are you doing here Mark? I already told you and Ethan that I wanted to handle this alone ". I said with a scowl, my anger rising again that someone else was here.

I wanted to take care of the person who hurt Rachel alone and I had made it really clear to Ethan.

" I'm not here under Ethan's orders, " Mark said with a shrug, and I arched one of my brows at him. " Why are you here then?"

He scoffed, shaking his head slowly.

Why does that even look sexy?

" You don't think I'll let my girlfriend go to a dangerous place such as this alone, well, did you? "He asked with a smirk.

His girlfriend? Oh please. I had yet to agree to be his girlfriend.

' Yet you have been kissing him, and you have even shown him your vulnerable side,' a voice at the back of my mind whispered.

I still shook my head firmly. " Mark I don't want you here. I want to handle this alone "

Mark took a step towards me, holding my gaze. " Well, I'm sorry, but I love you, and there is no way I'm letting you go in there and talk to that dangerous woman alone. " He said seriously, and I felt the heat rise on my face.

I love you.

He just says it so freely, it sometimes makes me wonder if it was true. But he also says it so seriously that it cancels my doubts immediately.

I looked away from him, hiding my flushed face.

' What is wrong with you, Marina? Just a few words and you're already blushing this hard? '

I suddenly felt weird because Mark's gaze on me was starting to get even more intense. I coughed clearing my throat while trying to get rid of the weird feeling in the air. " Fine, you can come, but I didn't say I was going to talk," I murmured, turning around and walking into the house.

Even without looking, I knew there was a smile on Mark's face as he followed me inside the house.

"By the way, how did Ethan find this place? It's well hidden even though it's not around any forest ". I asked as we walked around the place before getting to a staircase that led deeper down the house.

It turns out the place was bigger than I thought, and just the outside view showcased.

It was really deep underground.

" Also why is there not an elevator? These stairs are killing me," I complained as we continued the long walk down the stairs.

" It was once an old mining shack, but then Ethan got hold of it, and well he turned it to, uhm..."

" A place where he tortures his enemies?" I completed it, and Mark nodded, making me laugh.

" For a torture house, this place actually looks really great. The walls are strong, and there was no foul smell coming from the basement; it is really good". I said with a sigh as we arrived at a door.

This must be where the officer is being kept because it was the only door that I had seen so far that was locked.

" Marina ". Mark called as I was about to open the door.

" Why do you want to do this?" He asked and I just stared at him in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

He brought his hands to mine that were about opening the door, and slowly peeled them off from the knob holding them in his.

" I understand Rachel is your best friend, and you're mad about what happened to her, but do you have to be the one to teach her a lesson? Ethan literally has people he pays to do things like this ". He said in a concerned tone and I smiled.

He was worried about me, he was always worried about me.

" I want you to answer me honestly. If I didn't say I was going to do this, would Ethan have allowed the men you said he pays to do this, well do this?" The question sounded odd, but I have a point.

Mark hesitated before shaking his head. " It's different, he is in love with her. That guy loves Rachel like crazy and can do anything for her, but you are just her friend".

"No that's where you're wrong. " I said firmly. " Rachel has always been there for me, even when she doesn't know it. She was my family when my parents abandoned me to choose a different career part. And up until now, even if she is strong-headed and extremely irritating right now, she is still my family, and I can't stand by and watch someone hurt a member of my family".

Mark nodded his head after a while. I could tell he still didn't understand it, buy he was going to let me be.

" I'm just worried and surprised ".

Surprised?

" I get the worry part, but why are you surprised? " I asked in an amused tone.

Mark shrugged. " You are not like most girls I know ".

" What? "

" I mean, mkay girls would run or even faint at the first sight of blood yet you want to be the cause of someone bleeding ". He said and I laughed.

" Oh I was like that once, but a girl can't really survive in the act world if she doesn't get her hands dirty". I said still laughing. " There was once a time I couldn't stand the stain of dirt. I would take a shower like five times in a day just to make sure I had none on me "

Mark expression turned curious. " Really? "

" Yeah, I had this illness... I've forgotten the name now. I was a neat freak, but I guess time really does change people." A smile appeared on my face when I remembered the past.

Time does change people, time mixed with what I had faced these past few years of my life.

To make it in the art industry, a female must do either of these two things. Use her body to get what she wants, or be ready to get her hands freaking dirty, and that was the option I picked.

"Well, you don't have to do the dirty work anymore," Mark said and I looked up at him. He had a small comforting smile on his face.

"I got you, and I promise never to let you go".