Anastasia's POV I froze, my entire body grew cold as I stared at the remote in his hands. My breathing was unstable, and my heart hammered against my chest. Why were they doing this? I asked myself, but that was obviously a stupid question. Mafias do whatever they can to get what they want, even if it’s at the expense of a life. Looking over to Father, he didn’t even flinch, but I saw the trembling in his fingers and the red dot on his temple didn’t shift for a second. The blonde man smiled at my reaction, like it was normal. “See?” he said, waving the remote around. “I’d rather not ruin such a lovely evening.” My stomach twisted. I didn’t know what emotions I was feeling, anger, self-hatred, fear, or anxiety… maybe all at once. “Call them off,” I said, trying to sound calm, but my voice cracked halfway. “If you hurt my father…” “....you’ll what?” he interrupted. “Will you hate me, or will you try to fight me? Honestly, I prefer the latter. Haha.” Donovan sighed beside him
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