Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruined By The Mafia: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

(Anastasia's Point of View)"She's the new one,""She's so pretty and so young,""I feel so bad,"I budged away from the little coterie that stood at the front of the bed I woke up from ten minutes ago. I quailed to the wall, hugging my knees to my chest as I fought the avidity to burst out crying. Where was I and who were these people?"Little girl, are you alright, were you hit hard?" A geriatric woman in a char's outfit inquired, peering with a stewed expression. I shook my head as a no. "Where am I? I want to go home!"The sudden sympathy on their faces pushed the tears forth and my eyes sting. "Oh my dear, you can't go home," the same woman retorted."Why, I didn't do anything, you can't hold me against my will. If you don't let me go, I will call the police!" I bawled. The aged woman deliberately sat on the bed. "I know how you feel even though we don't know what happened but we were once in your shoes but in time we've come to accept our fate,""You're so young, how come you

(Anastasia's Point of View)A week elapsed and I made it a point to avoid Enzo Mezzesalma like he was some sort of atrocious pathogen; maybe he was, but I didn't want to find out. I didn't want to breach that rule once again. I valued my life more than any petty infatuation.However, I ran across him again on the ninth day. When Enzo came in like a hurricane with a man I recognized as Galileo Mezzesalma, one of the other two underbosses and the boss's oldest son, I stopped at where I was cleaning the horse statue by the staircase of the third flood's living room."You do not leave when I'm speaking with, Enzo!" Galileo grabbed Enzo's hand to stop, however, the other man yanked his hand back like Galileo's touch burnt him.Enzo's eyes were darker than any night. They held animosity and they looked like they wanted to tear Galileo to shreds. "Toccami ancora e ti ammazzo. Dare me!"Enzo threatened. It sounded like a threat since I didn't understand Italian. Should I be witnessing this? I

(Anastasia's Point of View)Every joint in my body ached. From my neck which I believed was covered with hickeys and love bites to between my legs, everywhere throbbed ghastly.I gracelessly held the sheets to cover my chest, my gaze flickering at the bathroom door where Enzo dematerialized a minute ago. Should I still be here? Sluggishly, I set my feet off the bed to the floor, I held back a blub. I clumsily picked up my shirt, putting it on over my head, and bent to pick up my skirt, just in time as the bathroom door opened and Enzo strode out with nothing on but a pair of sweatpants on his hips, leaving the rest for the eyes to banquet on. I picked up my skirt and stood upright, peeking at the floor that abruptly came across more absorbingRule Number 2: Don't look the bosses in the eyes.I heard him get closer till his bare feet were in my line of sight and before I knew it, my cheeks were being roughly clasped and my head was forced up. I locked my gaze with his fierce blue orbs

(Anastasia's Point of View) Everyone was rushing around the Mezzesalmas estate, doing one activity or another. Despite my best efforts to remain completely undetectable, I was pulled to the kitchen to assist the cook in making the food. "What's going on?" After two hours of assisting out, I eventually mustered the confidence to inquire, having had enough of the hustle bustle around me. Since Khione and Rue had been missing since this morning and I didn't have a strong relationship with any of the other staff members, I was unable to question them. I licked my parched lips as everyone stared at me as if I had sprouted a second head on my shoulder. "Oh, you're the new girl; poor thing must be in the dark," I'd only been in the house for two weeks and Khione advised me to remain undetected if I didn't want to wind up in anyone's bed as a heat source. "Godfather Gattani and the boss's wife have returned from their vacation, so The Boss desires a party, and everything must be perfect

[Anastasia’s point of view] Seriously, I had no idea why fate was vindictive to me, shoving me toward the places I was warned to stay away from. I sighed as I came to a stop at the mansion’s practice room door, I had never been here before but I didn’t need to be a prodigy to figure out what they were doing inside that room, the flamboyant sound of gunshots was too clear to miss. The guards standing outside the door glowered at me bizarrely, inspecting me from head to toe while I tried not to shiver and drop the glass of water that lay on the tray in my hands. Once he was contented with whatever he was probing for, he opened the door and let me in and instantly, I was almost deafened by the gaudy sound. Enzo was standing quite far from the target and each bullet that decamped the gun hit the target perfectly. I stared at the way he grasped the gun, those black veins that married his wrist and blended with his tattoos. He was wearing a pair of black pants that fit so perfectly arou