Chapter 6

Anna’s POV

They say boys are players.

Not men.!

But the man who usually sat a few feet away from me…

he was no man.

I remembered the last time we were close.

Probably two weeks ago.

We kissed.

I hadn’t been kissed since Asher—my ex—broke up with me five years ago.

Heck, that was the last time I’d actually had sex.

Five years ago.

That was why my hormones shot up the moment I saw them making raw love right in front of me.

After that night with him, he stopped talking to me.

Completely.

I didn’t understand why—or what I had done wrong.

Heck, even Irene was mad at me because of curfew. We had a heated argument.

Two weeks ago.

He dropped me off at my apartment building. I was surprised he even knew where I lived.

“How did you know?” I asked.

“I… was the one who brought you home that night you were drunk. You really surprised me.”

My heart skipped a beat.

But Irene said she brought me home.

“Thanks, but I’m certain my roommate brought me home,” I argued.

“Let’s say she went home,” he replied calmly. “And left you.”

I was still in shock.

After a few seconds, he removed his seat belt and kissed me.

Hell—I felt tingles everywhere.

I forgot everything about Irene.

I felt the heat gather in a hot, sensuous rush low in my body.

Then he stopped.

Our gazes locked, desire sprinting through me just as fast and furious as the blood rushing through my veins. He placed his hand on my face, a handsome smirk vivid in my vision.

“You should go, baby,” he said.

He called me baby.

“You don’t want to be late and get Ethan mad, do you?”

“Y… yeah,” I said, searching for words.

The town’s scariest mafia had just kissed me and called me baby. I was supposed to be scared—but I never knew fear could be the best ignition for fire hearts.

I got out of his car and headed in, but he called after me.

“Anna?”

I stopped in my tracks and turned slowly.

“Yeah,” I answered, too soft for both of us to hear.

A handsome smile flashed across his face—then it vanished. His expression hardened so quickly it scared me.

“Your friend,” he said seriously. “You should be really careful with her.”

I followed his gaze.

Irene’s window was open, the lights off.

Irene never left her window open past 7 p.m.

“She’s being sneaky,” he added. “Just be careful.”

After what he told me in the car, I couldn’t ignore it anymore.

.

How dare she lie to me?

How could she?

“Thank you,” I said, nodding awkwardly.

“And whatever happened between us,” he continued, “should stay between us.”

He didn’t even let me reply before he zoomed off.

I turned on my heels and walked straight to the apartment. I took the elevator up to our flat. The door was already open.

Not surprised. She had probably been peeking at me and Ethan..

I walked in.

She was sitting on the couch, arms crossed, legs crossed.

“Where were you?” she asked sternly.

“What do you mean, where was I?” I asked back, kicking off my boots and removing my scarf.

She stood and walked toward me, phone in hand, shoving the screen in my face.

10:25 p.m.

“My boss made me do all the work,” I said, pushing the phone away.

“All the work?” she scoffed. “I’m not surprised.”

“Okay, what the hell is your problem? You want to play mummy now?”

“Yes,” she snapped. “And continue from where your mother stopped.”

That felt like a slap.

“You get a job on your first day and a man already drops you off. Heaven knows where you were or what you did. Was he the one who linked you up with the Vilonia?”

I lost it.

“What the actual fuck are you calling me? A slut?”

“Your words, not mine,” she scowled. “I already called your dad. He’ll know what to do.”

“Irene, I worked my butt off while everyone left me. Eden left me with piles of work, okay—”.

“Then why did you step out of an expensive car just now?” she yelled. “Do you think I’m a kid?

“That was Eden,” I said.

Her expression changed instantly. I remembered what Eden had warned me.

“He dropped me off. God knows what would have happened to me if he didn’t.”.

“I was worried,” she said, her voice breaking. “If something happened to you, your dad would blame me.”

I heard the sadness and fell for it.

I felt bad.

She hugged me tightly.

“When were you going to tell me Eden.

 brought me home that night—and not you?” I asked softly.

She froze, then pulled away.

“I can explain…”

Then she broke down.

“That night, I got drunk. I was molested. I don’t even remember his face. I managed to get a taxi. You were having fun. I was ashamed, so I left and washed everything off.”

She collapsed to her knees, sobbing.

“He had his dick in my mouth till he came on me.”

I squatted and held her.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

“No, Anna. I haven’t been good. I’m sorry.”

We cried. We talked. Then we went to bed.

The next day, I arrived early at the office, looking for Eden. I needed to explain—just in case he planned to ruin Irene.

I also needed to know what our kiss meant.

But when I saw him walking toward me with a cold expression, I smiled softly.

He glanced at me for a split second… then walked past me like I didn’t exist.

Inside the office, he stayed silent, speaking only to Ethan when necessary.

He didn’t even look my way.

A staff member brought him coffee. I watched her caress his hand as she passed it to him. He held her fingers and kissed her hand.

Before leaving, she looked at me like she’d won something.

I looked away.

Yes—he was a player.

A heartless mafia.

An assassin.

The rumors were right.

That was the last time I saw him.

For two weeks, he was gone.

The office felt strange with only one twin—one who treated me like trash, like I didn’t deserve the seat beside him.

I worked every day. Even Sundays. Skipping meals. Trying to impress Ethan.

Still, it wasn’t enough.

On a Tuesday afternoon, after finishing my workload, I decided to get something to eat.

As I stood, a wave of dizziness hit—but I

 brushed it off.

Then she walked in.

Tall.

Black silk hair.

Skin like she bathed in milk.

Smiling.

“Eden, I’m here!”

She looked around.

“Oh. I thought he said he was back.”

I tried to slip away unnoticed—but her eyes caught me.

“Hey,” she called out.

I stopped.

Our eyes met.

She looked… familiar

Dangerously familiar.

She looked at me with so much 

 disgust.

The air turned thick.

And in that moment, I knew—

Danger had arrived.

I