The Mafia Bodyguard

"Men are not only women's unpaid bodyguards. They actually pay to be a woman's bodyguard."-Warren Farrel-***It was midnight when young Anastasia stepped out of her room, very carefully as she tried to make as little noise as possible. After all she did not want anyone to wake up and put her back to bed. She was not exactly feeling sleepy, it was the opposite. Her heart was thumping loudly as she walked through the corridor of the mansion in attempt to get to her destination. She knew exactly had her father or any of his men found out about it then she would surely be doomed, they would punish her, not physically, as she was the apple of her father’s eye. The old man loved his youngest daughter so much that he would never harm her that way, heck, he would probably kill himself before he did such a thing, that didn’t mean she would not

"I don't want to be liked, I want to be respected."-Jack Ma-***Anton Chernikov was sitting in the porch of his mansion on the side of Moscow with a piece of Cigar in his hand. Placing it in between his lips, he inhaled it for a bit before breathing out the smoke, which had mixed into the cold air to create even more vapor in the air. He was wearing a long layered coat with a bit of fur on the back to warm his head. The weather that day was rather forgiving for a Russian winter. A little far from his sight was the view of his Serval cats playing around, in the yard, chasing each other as they played in the large yard. He found those creatures so amusing, of course, they were gifts from a good friend of his, ones he could not really reject as h

"A jealous man always finds more than he is looking for."-Madeleine De Scudery-*** After Ana and Alexander was out of sight, Anton turned to Grigory who was seated right beside him at the end of the table, for he was the host. He leaned his body over and lowered his voice as he asked the question which had been bothering him since his arrival.“That guard who just went with her right now, who’s he?” Grigory had no idea why he would ask such question, he did not think Anton would notice Alexander so soon.

"You have to be possessive about who you love"-Sushant Singh Rajput-***Ana was standing in front of her dressing mirror trying to figure out what she was supposed to wear for the night, among her collections of the finest quality dresses, she still found it difficult to pick what to wear sometimes. She pulled out a few clothes from her hanger and was so focused on the clothes she had not realized that Alexander had entered her room and was standing right outside her closet door. Of course, he did not come in without permission because she had previously told him to check on her since she needed his opinion.

"We accept the love we think we deserve."-Stephen Chbosky-***Anton was walking back and forth in front of a bookshelf in the library within his manor. It was not exactly one of his favorite room to be at, he did enjoy going there to read or just unwind himself from all the noises and chaos of the world. However, that day he had a rather different reason to be there, he was seeking some Dostoevsky and Tolstoy pieces from his collection. It had been a while since he read them and he was not exactly sure where they were. He wanted to make sure when Ana came there he could lead her straight to the pieces instead of them just wondering around seeking for it together like a fool. When he eventually found it, he marked it in his mind and pulled out