AnnaI turned when I heard familiar footsteps approaching me, my arms around my shoulders.Duncan.He was walking towards me, his eyes hard and his steps deliberate and determined.I thought for sure he was about to hit me, but instead he pulled me into a hug, holding me as if trying to crush me in his arms.Warmth spread across my body as his hard body pressed against mine. I wanted to protest, but I found myself hugging him back instead.“Where the hell have you been?” He growled, pulling away just enough to look at me.My breath hitched as his handsome face stared at me with worry in his eyes.He paused for a minute, looking around. About twenty of his men were staring at us with their jaws slack in shock. My eyes caught Sabrina's expression briefly. She looked shocked to see me.“Come,” Duncan grabbed me as if realising his men around us were staring at us and led me upstairs to a mini living room.“Sit,” he gestured and sat directly beside me as he examined my body. ”What happene
AnnaI rushed out of the mansion and made my way towards the Escalade parked in front of the house, smiling at Lucas and Jonah who were both busy speaking to some girl I had never seen before but assumed was one of the escorts judging by the way she looked.I had noticed a similarity between Sabrina and Lily. They were both extremely beautiful women and tall; well, Sabrina was short, but I was a tall woman too, and there was a distinctive way they did their makeup that made them look incredibly sensual. I couldn't place my hand on it.Sabrina was seated in the passenger seat, wearing a leather jacket, sunglasses, and an annoyed face.“You look professional,” Lily said. She was seated in the backseat of the car, a huge smile on her face.“You think I overdid it?” “No, no. You look great,” she waved me off.She was wearing a yellow corset top and a beautiful, flowy skirt. I wouldn't guess she was an escort if I didn't already know.I smiled, relieved. I didn't want to make anyone feel
AnnaI took off my panties, and he pulled me into his lap. He dipped down his pants and released his hard cock. I gasped. I was still not used to seeing its large and intimidating look.I licked my lips, already anticipating just how intensely I was about to orgasm. The last time we'd had sex, I had spent days with flashbacks about how much he fucked me into a stupor.Fucking in his car was also somehow appealing and hot.“Like what you see?” He grinned and I bit my lips and nodded. I waved his cock invading my insides.I bunched up my skirt.“Use your words, Anna. Tell me that you like what you see that you'll take my cock like s good girl,”I swallowed my cheeks, flaming.“Say it,’ he urged as he began to kiss down my neck, holding my breast and squeezing hard.I moaned, my body begging me to say whatever he wanted us to say just to get him insideme.“So stubborn, even hotter. We have less than ten minutes to our destination, Anna, say it or I'll leave you edged out.” He was serio
Anna.The man was exactly as I remembered.Before I knew, my mother was involved with the mafia.I used to see him around my mother only through the window because she'd always yell at me to go inside, but of course I never listened to her; I'd always watch her through the window as she spoke to some men. I could never see their faces, but I had one day seen him.I definitely recognised it. Whether or not he'd been responsible for my mother's death, I didn't know, but he was the key to finding the others.“I see you are helping yourself to the playgirls again,” Duncan said, his smooth, velvety voice taking me out of my rivalry.“I'm sorry, boss. Needed to blow off steam before returning to the mansion, you know how it is.”“No, I don't,” Duncan answered smoothly.I stared daggers at the man; he didn't look a day older than the last time I had seen him, and that was almost 18 years ago.“You are upset; I'm sorry,” he said, but he only sounded slightly remorseful.Duncan shook his head
AnnaEstonia continued to show me around the club and hotel, introducing me to various people. I smiled and was polite to everyone even though I was mostly thinking about the blonde man I had met earlier.He'd made mention of coming to the mansion later.That would be my chance.It would be very useful for me if he lived in the mansion but even better if he lived somewhere else. I had done favours I could call in to help me extract the truth from him, or I could do it myself.I smirked as the plan began to form in my head. I was getting closer to my goal, and the closer I got, the more my blood boiled. I had been in the dark for way too long.Estonia suddenly turned to assess me like I was some cheap product or prized possession. I wasn't exactly sure. I took a step back at her scrutiny. I recognised that look. It was a look a pimp once gave me.“You know, you'll make a lot of money as one of my girls; you are very pretty,” Estonia said. “Oh, thank you, but I'm not interested,” I smi
AnnaThat day, Viktor didn't show up, but it didn't matter, as I knew I would meet him in the club anyway.I had not gotten a single wink of sleep last night. I had spent the entire night pacing and thinking, trying to declutter my mind.It was hard.Things were moving too fast.In the back of my mind, I was afraid everything would burst in my face even though that was likely not the case.I had prepared for this. I shouldn't be scared, but there was a pit in my stomach that refused to go away.Duncan had not even sent for me last night either, which hurt my feelings in a way that was stupid to me.I should be happy, yet I felt like he was punishing me. I heard him leave the mansion late at night with a couple of his men.I thought about following them secretly, but that was impossible.Now that I think about it, maybe I should have called one of my contacts to follow him.Motherfucker!Being this slow and steady was not my forte. I liked things going as fast as possible. Unfortunatel
Anna“The metallic scent of blood thickened in my nostrils as I stared at the decapitated head in the trunk. The lifeless eyes, once full of arrogance and mischief, now stared back at me in eerie silence. His mouth was slightly open as if frozen mid-scream.I shuddered at the horrific sight. Whoever did this was angry.Lucas let out a low whistle, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, that's one hell of a way to start the day."I swallowed down the bile rising in my throat and turned to the driver. "Who the fuck put this here?" I asked, slightly concerned for the lack of concern in Lucas’ eyes.The man didn't flinch. "I don't know, Miss. The car was parked in the garage all night. No one was supposed to touch it."Lucas narrowed his eyes on him. "You telling me someone snuck into Duncan's garage, dumped a fucking head in his car, and not a single soul noticed?"The driver remained stoic, but a sheen of sweat was forming on his brow. He was either lying or terrified. Either way, I didn'
AnnaRestless did not begin to describe how I felt.Tim had actually found her.I wasn't sure how to feel or what to feel. All I knew was that I was one step away from getting my answer. If Aunt Selene were still alive, she'd willingly tell me the truth. She lived in a nearby state. It would take me a couple of hours to drive over, but it didn't matter. I would fly over to her if I had to; that was how important this was to me.I was now done taking the profiles of the girls, and now, I was counting some artefacts that looked straight out of a magical TV series.There was a sword, a gauntlet, and a few vases that seemed to change colour depending on where the light was hitting.By the time I was done counting, I made my way down to the second floor to let Estonia know.One of the girls in there led me to a room where she was, and as soon as I entered, I was bombarded with the smell of chocolate and sweat.The room was big and red, and a single bed draped in red lay in the middle of th
AnnaDuncan’s lips fell on mine, kissing me hard and passionately like he had been thirsting and I was water.“I love you so much,” he groaned.“I thought I lost you,” I said, holding him tight as I kissed him roughly.“Never,”I broke the kiss, looking up at him. I couldn't believe it was him.“It's really you, you're alive. H…how? How is this possible?” I asked, touching his face.“It's a miracle,” he breathed, his filled with different emotions. Emotions that were almost never there.I shook my head, unable to believe it.“I saw you die, Duncan. How are you alive?”I asked more sternly.I searched his face and realized there something was missing. There were no bullet wounds. None at all.“Your bullet wounds, they are gone. How?” I asked with wide eyes.Something wasn't right here.“Anna, can we just have this moment? I almost lost you…” he pleaded but I wasn't about to gloss over the fact that the man I had seen die was here, alive and without a single scar of his wound.“Well, I
AnnaThe sound of horns and distant car engines were the first noise I heard as I woke.I looked around and it was dark now and we were parked in a deserted field.“What's going on?” I asked, glancing around, my heart beating against my chest. “Whee are we?*There were three of us in the car. None of which was Azeal. Just strange faces.“Somewhere in Venice,” one of the men answered in a bored tone.“Why are we here?” I asked.“God damn, she asks a lot of questions,” another one of the men snapped.“Can't blame her.” the third man with the golden blonde hair replied.My heart pounded violently but not out of fear, out of stress.I forced myself to breathe, but it wasn't working “He should be here any moment now,” one of them saodz looking out the window. He had a tracking device in hand.“Who?’ I demanded eyes darting between the men. I was still restrained by handcuffs, I couldn't move much.“Shhh,”I opened my mouth to yell at the one that had told me to shut up when the sound of
Anna“You must be hungry,” Azeal said as he barged into the weird bdsm room he'd placed me.I glanced up to find him holding a tray of food and water. The smell of chicken and pasta wafted into my nose. My mouth watered but I ignored it. There was no way in hell I was eating anything from these bastards. For all I knew it was poisoned and even if it wasn't, it would be stupid of me to eat from the plate of the enemy.“I do not want your food.” I spat I glared at him. He had changed into something else now. Something casual…“You're just as stubborn as your mother.. it's like looking into the past,”He said as soon as he placed the plate on the steel table.“What do you know about my mother?” I asked, my lips dry. I had not had any water in over thirty six hours and I was slowly drying up. But I knew I needed to get as much information I could from him. He was bound to slip up.“Everything, Anna. Everything there is to know about her.”“What are you to her?”“Now, that's something
AnnaThe suspense was killing me. Not knowing what was going on–who these people were or how they knew my mother or how they knew me made me uncomfortable.It was terrifying to realize that someone out there knew me in and out. Had information about my life, my secrets, my pain, my past, things no one should know. Things even I had tried to forget.And they had it all. Every piece of me laid out like a map.I had to be careful with them. If I wanted to know the truth, my truth, my heritage–, these people were the key. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore. It wasn’t just about killing the men who murdered my mother.It was about understanding why.Why she died.Why I was dragged into this world.Why I never really belonged anywhere.And then, Duncan.Was he truly alive?He couldn't be. No, I didn't believe it. I had seen the bullet tear through his neck,that alone was fatal but his head, he was dead.That realization hit harder than anything I had ever felt. Like someone was saw
Anna “You're lying,” I seethed, my eyes wide.“And why would I do that?” he scoffed.“You have me tied to a chair, I make it a habit not to trust my abductors,” I grouted out, staring daggers at him. The only reason the bastard was still alive was because I was still a little disoriented, not to mention chained to a bloody chair.“If I'm lying. How would I know your real name? Or how your mother died or the people who killed him. How would I know you killed one of the men that killed her many years ago but have not been able to find the other three?”“Who are you?”“Not important,”“How do you know my mother? Why was she killed,”“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I'll answer your questions, all you have to do is agree to my terms and I'll give you every and any information I have on your mother, including your father's whereabouts,”“He's alive?”He grinned. “I'll not be answering that.”“What do you want?”I gritted out again, trying not to yell.“Simple. What you are already doing. I need you to
Anna “Fuck you!” A strange but muffled voice sounded from a distance, waking me from a slumber I didn't remember falling into.“I'll put a bullet through your skull and send you to mom and dad,”“Try it….” One of them said and then switched to a language I didn't understand…Italian?They yelled at each other and at some point, the sound of shattering glass followed The voices were still muffled, barely audible but they were louder than before. My eyes opened and I felt my head pound angrily, protesting at the ache clawing at my brain.“What the hell?” I groaned in pain.I blinked and opened my eyes to find a black door in front of me. My vision was a little fuzzy, like I had just woken up from a sedated sleep.I glanced around and shuddered. The room was huge and around me were a bunch of heavy chains, chains like the one I had seen at Red velvet weeks ago. Only this one looked more severe. This was definitely not a kink room. It was meant to hold something.Dogs? I had no idea bu
Anna"You okay?" Duncan asked, pulling out my chair like we were in some old Mafia movie. All that was missing was a violinist playing something tragic in the background.We were seated in the private section of the restaurant. And by private, I mean so quiet I could hear my own anxiety tap dancing. It was gorgeous though-glass, chandeliers, candlelight, and waiters dressed better than me. Definitely destroy your credit score kind of place "Yeah," I said, slipping into the chair with a smile.Duncan leaned down and kissed my cheeks before sliding into the seat across from me. I shot him a look."What was that for?""Felt like it," he said with a shrug that was way too confident. "Also, you looked like you were about to faint. Thought I'd bring you back to Earth. Besides, I can tell your body is still hungry for mine. You know it's not too late to make you cum. There's a beautiful private bathroom here.”“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Looks like someone is projecting. Still hard from our little ses
Anna“Where are we going?’ I asked Duncan hours later as I watched him walk towards me completely naked with a tray containing a glass of juice.“Thanks,” I smiled, plucking the drink out of the tray and taking a sip. I was honestly enjoying our time together. More than I should. The sex was amazing, and he was being extremely romantic, which I found incredibly funny.I took a sip of my drink.“To dinner.”“But I thought we were just going to have room service here…”“Indeed, but the night is meant to be special and romantic.”I chuckled. “Trust me, there's nothing more romantic than being in Venice with my very insane boss.”“Hmm. I love it when you call me boss; it makes my dick hard as fuck.”I rolled my eyes at him. “Do you always only think of sex?”“No, unfortunately,” he replied as he lowered himself on the bed.“Unfortunately?” I raised a questioning brow at him.“Yes. I'm not used to being this… happy or relaxed.”“Relaxed?” I asked.“Yes. It's strange, but you make me feel r
AnnaAfter the incident at the canal, Duncan took us back to a quiet cafe. He insisted that everything was okay, but for some reason, I doubted it. He looked worried. He especially looked like he knew exactly what was going on or at least had a feeling.I had no basis for my doubt other than that I could just feel he was holding back.It sounded insane to me too, but it was true.I also felt a bit uneasy, and the feelings didn't feel like mine; they felt like someone else's, like his. Like that feeling I had when we were at the auction house and he was telling me about his father.Duncan's phone rang just as he was about to open his mouth to speak–probably to ask why I was so quiet or if I was okay.He looked down at his phone and then glanced up at me, a sheepish look on his face.“I need to take this.” He stood up from the booth and walked away with his usual polished grace that was also roguish and rough and rugged in a weird way. He was the only one that could pull this off. I to