Anna
Once I discovered that Santa Claus had long since passed away, decades before my own arrival into this world, nothing seemed to catch me off guard anymore. Frankly, it both perplexes and irritates me when people anticipate my feigned shock and amazement, when in fact I had long predicted the outcome.Allow me to recount a comparable experience. On the eve of my birthday, my ex-boyfriend, now proudly labeled as such, posed the classic question: “What would you like for your birthday?” I requested a bracelet, and as anticipated, he handed me one the following day. However, he expected me to put on an act of surprise and astonishment, as if I were an impressionable child on Christmas morning. What absurdity! I had long known he would purchase a bracelet for me.As I bade farewell to my colleague at the coffee shop, I brushed aside a nagging thought that had been troubling me all day. The crisp air outside the cozy interior of the cafe hit me like a slap in the face, making me regret not bundling up before stepping out. The bus stop was a long thirty-minute walk away, so I plugged in my earphones and set out with a determined stride.As I strolled down the deserted street, lost in thought and the rhythm of the music, I became aware of a strange sensation - a feeling of being watched. I looked around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. However, the sensation persisted and soon morphed into something more sinister - the sense of being followed. My heart rate quickened as I fumbled to pull out one earphone, and then the other.It was then that I saw them - a group of five burly men, all huddled together, their eyes trained on me. I froze, panic rising like bile in my throat. I knew I had to stay calm, but it was hard to ignore the primal instinct screaming in my ear to flee.Summoning all my courage, I turned to face them and spoke in a calm, steady voice. "How may I assist you, gentlemen?" I asked, keeping my tone polite but firm, hoping they would take the hint and leave me alone.“A message from the boss.” The one with an ugly scar on his face responded with a gruff voice. He slapped a big brown on my chest.Still not getting where this was going, I tore open the seal holding the envelope and dipped my hand into it. Pulling out the content of the envelope, I frowned when I saw it was a letter from a man called V.Who signs a letter with just V?Lifting my head to ask the young men who exactly this came from, I discovered that I was standing alone in the lonely street, the hefty men long gone. Shocked and definitely surprised, I dashed off without looking back or stopping. My feet kept thrashing on the wet floor until I got to the bus station.On reaching home, I made sure to lock my door and all the windows before dropping my bag and the letter on the bed. I stood above the bed and stared at the reason for my fear, too afraid to read the content of the letter.Opting to take a shower first, I walked into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and took my time showering, a futile attempt to delay reading the letter.Warming the leftover noodles, I walked over to the bed, plopped down, and finally grabbed the letter. With each word, I felt like I was either losing my mind or they were losing their mind.According to the letter, I was expected to pay off a debt, allegedly owed by my father. This doesn’t make sense; no matter how I try to look at it, I can’t seem to understand what my father did with four hundred and fifty thousand dollars; I mean except for the candies he placed under the Christmas tree under the disguise of Santa Claus, he did absolutely nothing for me and my mother.Not only was I expected to pay that ridiculous amount, but I was also told to pay it off within a week or they will be forced to take action and I totally understand what they meant by that; I’m no kid and I’ve seen many movies to understand what they are insinuating.I work my ass off to pay the three thousand dollar bills to the mental institution where my mum is currently staying and I have sent in the bill for the month. Where in fuck name am I supposed to get four hundred and fifty thousand dollars.My ringtone snapped me out of my thought. Dropping the already cold noodles on the floor, I reached for my phone but frowned when I saw the name of the mental institution on my phone. I contemplated letting it go into voice mail but on second thought, I clicked on the answer icon.“Anna Scott,” I mumbled, waiting for the familiar voice to fill my ear.“Greystone Mental Institution.” The voice stated robotically and I rolled my eyes. “we are calling to inform you that we’ve received your monthly payment.”Of course, that’s why they called; it’s never good news with them. If only they will return the money or give me a discount, my life will be very much better.“Are you still there miss Scott?” the voice asked.“Yes,” I breathed out, “sorry about that.” I am far from being sorry for zoning out on them. I know they aren’t the reason for my problem, but it is much easier to take out my frustration on them.”No problem ma’am, thanks for choosing Greystone Mental Institution.” with that, the line went dead.Starfishing the bed, I thought about just how fucked up my life is at the moment. Nothing ever turns out well for me in this life, it's either one problem or the other. Closing my eyes, I welcomed the blissful hands of sleep.******I heard something, but it sounded very far away and the more I tried to block it off, the clearer and closer the sound became. Groaning, I opened my eyes, only to discover that my alarm clock was the reason for my discomfort.Craning my neck, I checked the time; five o’clock in the morning. Shutting the damn alarm up, I rolled off the bed to get ready for work, and by five-fifty-five, I was already on my way to work.As usual, Debbie was already there, cleaning the shop “Girl, I swear, you rise with the cock. I am really looking forward to the day I'll be here before you.”She looked up and smiled at me. “When you talk about cocks, please be more specific because I’ll definitely like to rise with the cocks.”“Jeez, Debbie! you have such a dirty mouth and it totally contradicts your face.” Shaking my head, I walked over to the coffee machine. “For a moment, I thought it was too early for you to start talking trash.” Trust Debbie to always spit out the words that come to mind.“I appreciate your dry sense of humor.” She deadpanned. “Speaking of faces, did you sleep at all last night? you look like a walking corpse” she pointed outMy face scrunched as I tried not to think about yesterday's events “Nay, I didn't sleep much.” That old witch of a neighbor kept me up last night. “Debbie,” She glanced at me. “If you happen to owe someone a certain amount of money and you couldn't pay up before the expected date, what are you going to do?”She stared at me unblinkingly. “Are you owing someone, Anna?” When I didn’t respond, she pressed further with her questions. “How much are you owing? You know I can lend you some money.”I smiled, very grateful that I have a friend willing to help but somehow I doubted if she has $450,000 to spare “I do not owe anyone not unless you count my electricity bills.”“Then why ask me such questions if you do not owe anybody?”Shrugging, I searched for something to keep me busy. “Someone asked me that question yesterday but I couldn't come up with any answer.”Her big brown eyes stared at me, her brows slightly tucked in.“Please don't ask negative questions, it brings negative vibes.”Now I had to laugh out loud, I mean who is this young woman “You do realize you’re in your late twenties right?”“Yes, I know my age, Anna.” She rolled her eyes at me. “Why do you keep asking me strange questions?”"I’m asking you strange questions because you talk like my grandma.”She raised one of her perfectly trimmed brows "Ha-ha very funny. Why don't you carry your lazy self over to the counter and do some cleaning before the customers start coming in.”Smiling at how bossy she sounded right now, I walked towards the counter “Yes ma'am.” When I got to the counter, I made a silent prayer, praying that today passes with no surprises.AnnaIt’s been five days, five long torturous days since I got that letter from those men. I’ve taken all the safety measures that I could think of; getting extra locks, and buying a silly breast knife that I do not even know how to use. How can I harm someone with a knife when more often than not, I trip on my own feet?Even though I knew deep down that I won’t be able to defend myself with that knife, I felt a little rest assured that the extra locks will keep them out, but the image before me shows that my efforts were nothing but stupid and useless.I wasted the little money I had on those locks, only for them to come out useless.Staring at those two words, boldly written in fat serial letters which simply say ‘TWO DAYS’, I felt nothing but chills run through my blood, turning it cold with fear.Frozen with fear, my brain thought of the best action to take, but the only thing that came to mind was ‘RUN’ I have to run for my life if at all I want to survive these men. Paying what
AnnaAs I held the ID in my hand, I began to experience doubt about my decision to sell the jacket. I have never had a predisposition towards theft; the notion of taking things that don't belong to me has never once crossed my mind. The decision to sell the jacket was a product of sheer desperation. With a heavy heart, I looked at the ID card once more and let out a sigh. Dante Williams is a force to be reckoned with, and his reputation extends far beyond the confines of New York City.Returning the jacket was an imperative, and I must do so with all its contents intact. Men of a menacing nature were already scouring the streets of New York for me, and I had no intention of inviting Dante William's crew to join the hunt. Seated on the bed, I scowled at the old wall clock. Why had all the wrongdoing in New York singled me out as the target, as though I were cursed since childhood?As I lifted the ID card, I smiled at a thought that crossed my mind. Amidst all this chaos, one fact remai
DanteAs I watched Anna stride confidently out of my office, my heart sank. I knew her returning my jacket was merely a pretext to see me again. Despite the fact that she was on the run, I had made the decision to keep my distance unless she specifically sought my help. Did she honestly believe she could evade me? My men had been monitoring her ever since they discovered her in that miserable motel, but they refrained from dragging her to me on my orders. I was aware of the suspicious individuals who had been asking about her whereabouts, but unless she opened up to me, I refused to intervene. Despite my resolve, I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that I needed to protect her from any potential danger.I picked up my phone and dialed Matteo's number. "Anna just left my office. I want my men to keep a close eye on her.""Sure thing, boss. Is she connected to the new business owner?" Matteo inquired."I pay you to follow my orders, not to ask questions," I snapped. "Just get my
AnnaAs I tried to lift my hand to touch my throbbing head, I was startled to find that my limbs wouldn't move. Panic set in as I struggled to open my eyes, but the pain only intensified. Just as I was about to lose all hope, cold water was poured over my head, bringing me back to reality. Blinking away the haze, I saw that I was bound hand and foot, with the two men from the previous night staring down at me."What do you want from me?" I demanded, my voice quivering with fear. "If you're going to kill me, just get it over with. I'm not afraid to die."The man with a scar laughed harshly. "Oh, honey, you don't know what you're saying. Death would be the easy way out. You should be praying that our boss doesn't want you dead, because that would be a fate worse than anything you can imagine."I was speechless, unable to even respond with a curse. But just as I thought things couldn't get any worse, a new voice spoke up - one that was surprisingly young and handsome."Nobody's getting f
DanteIt took us two excruciating hours to locate the cabin where Anna was being held. When we finally arrived, I stepped out of the car, ready to retrieve Anna from her captors."Boss, we can't just go in. It might be a trap," Matteo warned.I shot him a hard glare. "Tom, take your crew and surround the back door. Jack, you and your crew should encircle the perimeter and ensure nobody leaves. Matteo and Victor, you're coming with me.""Yes, sir," they answered in unison.Despite my confidence, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. It was more than just Anna's kidnapping; there was an ominous vibe surrounding the whole situation. As we entered the cabin, we found it empty."Boss, do you think we have the right location?""Search the entire house. Report anything out of place," I ordered."Boss, we found something!" Jack shouted from the other end of the house.I sprinted towards the room Jack was pointing at and kicked the door open to find Anna tied to a chair, uncon
DanteAs I approached Anna's room, a disquieting sensation crept up my spine. My mind was already buzzing with unanswered questions that needed to be resolved. As I walked in, my eyes landed on Anna, her back propped against the bedpost, with her eyes tightly shut in unbearable agony. It was evident that the drugs were taking a toll on her, causing her immense discomfort. Despite being aware of how imprudent it was, I proceeded to ask, "How are you feeling, Anna?"She opened her eyes, and her gaze met mine before responding, "I'm fine, I suppose. Just a pulsating headache."As anticipated, the medication seemed to be doing more harm than good. "I'll have Martha bring you some painkillers," I stated. "You need to rest. The doctor has recommended plenty of rest and water for you. Moreover, tomorrow is going to be a long day, and I'll need to gather information from you about the men who abducted you."Anna nibbled on her fingernails before questioning me, "Why did you come for me?"As
AnnaI had a restless night, tossing and turning, as my mind was preoccupied with that despicable man. How could he have done this to me? Who does he think he is? One moment, he's kissing me, and the next, he's off screwing someone else. Recalling the kiss now fills me with embarrassment and makes me feel foolish for having fallen for his deception. "Damn you, Dante," I muttered as I drew myself out of bed and headed for a refreshing shower.After my shower, I made my way to the dining area for breakfast. There, I ran into a fellow lodger who went by the name Matteo. "Good morning, Mat," I greeted him, trying to shake off the bitter mood that had been brought on by Dante's betrayal."Well, well, well," Matteo responded with a sly grin. "Looks like someone woke up on the right side of the bed."I was in no mood for his playful banter. "Just cut the crap, Matteo. I don't have time for your cheekiness this morning."But Matteo's laughter echoed through the hallway, making me realize that
DanteI had a feeling that something was off. Despite the mind-blowing sex we just had, when I asked Anna about her kidnappers, she grew distant and wouldn't meet my eyes. It was obvious that she was hiding something, and it made me uneasy.As I made my way downstairs, I spotted Anna sitting with Matteo at the kitchen table. They were chatting and laughing as if they had known each other for years. I didn't know what Matteo's deal was, but I didn't like how comfortable he was becoming with Anna. I slid into the seat between them, effectively interrupting their conversation.I needed to make a point, to let Matteo know that Anna was officially mine. I noticed that Anna had only a small amount of food on her plate and decided to use it to my advantage.“After the workout we just had, you need to refuel with a hearty breakfast to keep you going all day long,” I said, gesturing to her plate.Matteo raised an eyebrow. “What workout? Did you guys hit the gym this morning?”Anna's face turne