CHAPTER SIX.

CHAPTER SIX.

Three Hot Problems. 

    (Anthonia Pov.)

The words ' Rob's collateral’ kept on ringing in my ears as I let the cold water roll over my skin. Six years and the bastard's name still found a  way to hunt me.

They brought it all back in one brutal flash. The night I saw my mom lying lifeless in my father’s arms..purple fingerprints still digging into her throat, her eyes wide and empty, the same eyes I’d inherited. He’d strangled her right in front of me, whispered that she was just another piece of collateral he no longer needed.

 That night I ran, taking nothing but the clothes on my back and the plan to make him pay somehow. Now those same words echoed here and I was supposed to play along like it didn’t break me all over again.

I walked in here for a few months of free food and accommodation not a fucking survival mode parade with three  attractive men who obviously can't choose between fucking or killing me. Not that I'll mind being fucked, it's been months.

I stepped out, water dripping down my bare skin, and wrapped the towel around myself. The guard stood still waiting by the door, face blank. 

I don't regret overhearing that conversation because  despite the memories it brought, it gave me a clear sense of why I was singled out. I was going to survive, and then I was going to disappear.

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I walked through the massive building, a guard following behind me closely. Apparently the ‘don’ had sent for me.. my guess is between the watch guy and the hot sexist.

“You can go in.” The guard said, stopping my visual exploration.. whomever handled the decorations here knows his or her shit.

I pushed the doors open, but the mood of the office I had just walked into immediately dampened the interior miracle outside those doors.

“Umimpressed?” A familiar voice asked, behind the desk at the far end..the hot sexist himself, sitting behind the desk like he personally invented sexism.

I was itching to confirm his thoughts and further sarcastically commend his bad taste in interiors when I remembered the conversation I heard Down stairs.

‘Just hold your tongue flo.’ I mumbled.

“On the contrary, I find it very appealing Mr..?” 

“Raffaele but don to you.” He finished, eyes not flickering from mine. He probably meant that in a form of power play expecting me to look away but that only turned me on.

I had to find a way to prove myself useful to them at least till I can get myself out of this mess which meant thinking with my head and not my pussy, not that it'll be easy.

“Sit.” He offered..or more like commanded but I did anyways.

“So..how did you hear about the recruitment program? He asked.

“Overhead a few men in similar black suits and..here I am.” 

Not giving him any opportunity of asking further questions, I went on and in this case..playing the dumb and naive female might prove useful. “Why aren't I with the other girls? I asked.

“Unfortunately, I do not think you can partake in the recruitment.”

Another sexist comment leaving his perfectly sculpted lips but with this situation.. ignoring him might be in my best interests.

“So why exactly am I here?” If he wasn't going to boldly tell me that I've been used as collateral then I was going to find a way out, “ You're too sexist to even give me a fair chance so I'll like to take my leave then.” I finished, but even I knew that there was no way I was walking out of this estate so easily.

The silence that followed my words lasted barely three seconds before his phone rang.

The sharp sound sliced through the tension between us. His eyes flicked toward the screen before he reached for it. He answered without taking his eyes off me.

He said nothing. Just listened.

For several seconds, his expression remained unreadable, but then something shifted. The amusement disappeared from his eyes, replaced by something colder. His jaw tightened as he listened to whoever was on the other end.

Then, without saying a single word, he ended the call.

The scrape of his chair against the floor followed as he pushed it back and rose to his feet.

“You won't be leaving the estate, everything you want and need will be provided for you..” he paused briefly “For the short time you'll live.” He said, continuing his rather long strides to the door.

What the fuck!!

“Um.. excuse me, I need to leave.. you can't keep a total stranger locked up in your house. I could be a serial killer ” I didn't really have where to go after here but staying in the same vicinity as three hot sexy men who are obviously capable of strangling me while fucking me wasn't part of the plan here.

I hadn't expected him to even pay attention to my words but he paused his long strides.

He chuckled. This sex screaming sexist man just chuckled at me.

“Marco will be here to take you back to your room shortly..unless you know your way back that is..” He said, leaving me in his dark and lonely looking office.

Fuck Flo!!

“Who the fuck is Marco?” I yelled at his retreating figure.