[ANASTASIA’S POINT OF VIEW] The next moment happened so fast that if I blinked, I would have missed all of it.One moment the basement door was opening to reveal Enzo looking truculent and animalistic and the next moment, the man who had hurt me earlier was lying on the floor dead from a bullet that went through his skull. A scream prised out of me at the blood that pooled around him.My eyes returned to Enzo, who was now approaching me and had pernicious eyes that were even more frightening than what Giovanni had displayed. I had never felt this terrified before. I gulped as my heart threatened to burst through my chest.He pulled the ropes holding me to the chair free, quizzically and lifted my feet. My brain wasn't processing what was happening when his dark gaze shifted to my bleeding wrist and he quickly tore a piece of my shirt off and wrapped it around my wrist. When he was done, he turned to go to the door, but suddenly Giovanni and Galileo were blocking our path.“Move!”Enz
[ANASTASIA’S POINT OF VIEW]As soon as I woke up, the first thing I noticed about my body was the pain in every joint and the stiffness between my legs. My face became flushed as memories of the previous nights flooded my brain.Enzo emerged from the walk-in closet perfectly attired in one of those black suits that made him look like one of those models, I turned my head as I heard footsteps. As his eyes locked with mine, I struggled not to flush, and when I looked away to look down, I found myself fixating on the veins on his hands.Damn! He had the appearance of sin, and I had already engaged in that sin many times, including just yesterday.I grunted in discomfort while sitting up in bed with my feet on the door. After scurrying around and putting my clothes on in front of his watchful eyes, I grabbed my shoes and moved towards the door. “Where are you going?”I came to a stop, feeling like a bear in a trap. I sluggishly turned to face him, biting my bottom lip and fondling my sho
[ANASTASIA’S POINT OF VIEW] "Since you're now Enzo's woman, I'm sure you're allowed to party," Rue said as she strode into the room, hurling a bag at me as I lay on the bed. "Put those on because we're going out," I sat down and drew the sack to myself, frowning profoundly as I did so. I opened the bag and took out a blonde wig and an outfit of clothes. I returned her gaze. "It's not permitted if I am going out in disguise," She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Of course, it's not permitted. That’s why you need to wear that so we can go out. Since Khoine isn't here to accompany me, I'd like you to accompany me," "Will we not be punished?" Rue perched on my bed, her eyes twinkling with malicious purpose. “Only if we get caught.” I fixed my gaze on the wig, then on her. “Is this a good idea?” She breathed and rolled her eyes. "You appeared brave when you agreed to be Enzo's whore, and now you're behaving like a chicken." "I'm not!" I responded immediately. “Then put on the clothes.
[ANASTASIA’S POINT OF VIEW]I opened my eyes with a moan, but the scene before me was blurry and my head ached like it was going to burst. Another grunt escaped my lips as I attempted to rub the head with my hand but paused when I discovered I couldn't move a muscle on my hands. What was going on? I was about to find out with my hazy when I heard a slash, and the coldest water was thrown on me. My entire body shivered so violently.I gasped, feeling submerged for a moment, and then my vision cleared and I was bestowed with Giovanni's smirking visage. My eyes widened, my escape instincts kicked in, and I wanted to move away but realized I couldn't because both of my wrists were bound, and beside me was Rue, who was also tied but unconscious When I glanced back at Giovanni, his eyes were dancing with a heinous glint that told me I wasn't going to get out of this easily.“Welcome back to the land of the living sleeping beauty. Did you have a good time last night?" He walked towards a
[Anastasia's point of view]I had no idea I had fallen asleep. I sluggishly opened my eyes, instantly blinded by the bright light streaming in through the window.What time was it? I looked around the room with hazy eyes and foggy thoughts. I tried to move but was stopped by a groan of protest as I strained the cuff around my wrist.Cuffs?My vision immediately cleared, and I discovered that I was still cuffed to the bed. My eyes widened as everything came flooding back to me with a vengeance. Being still in my wet clothes made me shiver with cold.“Enzo.” I whispered the name out loud as my eyes began to well up with tears. How long had I been handcuffed to the bed, and how much longer would I be?“Good. you're awake.”The female voice sent my head spinning so quickly that I didn't realize Mrs. Mezzesalma was sitting on the couch in the middle of the room until later. She was reading a magazine and spoke without looking at me. I glowered. What was she doing here?“Mrs. Mezzesalma.”
[Anastasia's point of view]It was one in the morning and I couldn't sleep. Even though the windows were closed, I could feel a cold breeze slipping in, followed by the chill of the AC. I looked at the empty side of the bed; Enzo had said he would return, but it had been hours and there had been no sign of him.I drew my knees up to my chest and hugged them. I had no idea I was so attached to Enzo until now. Maybe Rue was right; I was hooked on Enzo. Perhaps it was because he was the first man I'd been with, or perhaps it was something else. And speaking of Rue, I was curious about her condition. She must be suffering greatly while I was only restrained by handcuffs to the bed. For some reason, I felt it was my fault that we were caught. I sighed and hugged my knees even more tightly. I'd find her in the morning and apologize.I lost patience after another 30 dragged-out minutes. I dragged myself out of bed and squeaked out of the room. The moment I walked into the deserted hallway
[Anastasia's point of view]Sienna. The name was reverberating in my head over and over again like an unsteady record.Enzo has a fiancee and he has never for once mentioned it or had anyone ever mention it. As the name coil in my head, I felt like a clown. “You can not tell anyone I told you about, no one is supposed to know.” Rue's warning voice also halo in my head and I didn't realize I was crying until a sob split out of me.“Is there something you want to tell me, doll?”I nearly recoiled at Enzo’s voice. I slowly lifted my head, finding Enzo sitting on the sofa, looking through papers scattered all over the table. He was wearing a grey sweatshirt that was dragged up to his elbows and in a pair of matching grey pants. And laid on the bridge of his nose was a pair of reading glasses.He looked hot, and I didn't know why I was concentrating on that when my heart felt like it was going to tear out of my heart. It was hurting so much.Instead of answering, I laid my head back and
(ANASTASIA'S POINT OF VIEW) I knew this was a bad idea the moment I followed Enzo into the dining area for dinner. From what I was told, none of the family members were around and when Enzo and I arrived, there was no one there. As much as it felt uncomfortable having dinner at the family dining table, Enzo didn't seem to care and it didn't look like he was ready to return to his room and I was struck with him. It was all good and I didn't have trouble swallowing down my food till Mrs Miranda sauntered into the space. She paused for a second as her gaze landed on me. I nearly stood up to acknowledge her but Enzo's hand landed on my thigh. "I didn't realize we allowed whores on the dining table now." Her eyes glared as she took a seat on the opposite side of the table, keeping a firm gaze on me. My breath hitched at her words. "What's going on?" It was Sandrino Mezzesalma's voice. My eyes widened as the Boss went over to his seat at the edge of the table and following behind