AUTHOR'S POVThe water was pouring down on Ana's body from the shower on top of her head. She stood still under the shower, lost in her thoughts, as hot water traced the outlines of her naked body and disappeared down the drain. Steam had blurred all mirrors of the bathroom and she stood there, oblivious to everything.Her mind repeated what happened today. What happened in the plane was weird, but what happened when she arrived here, was confusing...Who was this beast? What did he wanted from her? But then according to the guard, the note read, that he was going after William Adams's most precious possession and whatever the world thought, she knew, she was not important to her father. He was just putting up a facade in front of people. No one was able to look past the facade of her father and it was really funny and at the same time stupid for her.Sighing, she turned off the shower and stepped aside to look in the mirror, which was covered with fog. Raising her hand, she wiped the fog from the tip of her fingers and her reflection became clear.Gazing into her eyes, a smirk came up on her face. Shaking her head, she looked down. Her father was not enough and now some crazy Mafia killer was after her. What an irony!“ My life is so funny...” Chuckling out to her reflection, she sighed, as she felt her heart getting heavier. She promised herself, that she won't cry so easily and she was going to stick by it. She had to...Determined, she gave a last look look to herself and stepped out of the bathroom. Attached to her bathroom, was a huge walk-in closet, which was still filled with her things to her surprise.Walking by the cupboards filled with clothes, she stopped by the cupboard l, which held her casual clothes. Pushing it open, she pondered over what to wear.Ana knew, she was doing a mistake. It was dinner time and she knew, that everyone was gathered at the dining room right now and her father hated it, when someone wore casual clothes at the table or throughout the day. They were only allowed to wear casual clothes in night or when no one was watching. Being the rich and sophisticated people they had to pretend to be, she was supposed to be acting like the Mafia turned billionaire princess, she was. Then she remembered how she loved receiving hate from her father.Smirking, she grabbed a simple grey sweater with a black pant. She could imagine the infuriated face of her father right now and it was hell pleasing. Her father could chop off one or two fingers of her for this, but who cared. Anyway, he would have really chopped off her fingers, if he didn't needed to marry her off to some other Mafia clan, to secure alliances.Chuckling, she shaked her head. The most he could do, was hit her or lock her up anyway, but it would be worth infuriating him. She hoped, he would consider it a welcome back gift from her. Well! It didn't make sense, but it was not like anything made sense in her life.Admist all her thoughts, her gaze went to the clock, that was about to struck 8 in the night. Her eyes unconsciously went wide and she hurriedly started wearing her clothes. She was going to be dead meat, if she was late and she might end up with more than chopped off finger of hers.Finally! As she rushed down the stairs, all eyes of the bodyguards followed her non-sophisticated behaviour. Moving past them, she pushed open the dining room's door, where she knew everyone was. Before her eyes went to the table, they went to the clock. She was five minutes late. Shit!Slowly, her eyes trailed the dining table. It was a huge black table, that could accomodate over twenty people at once. Dishes of all kinds were placed neatly at the table, with cultery placed neatly in front of all chairs. Four maids were standing respectfully at all four corners of the room. They were there to serve dishes and they held the position of most trusted servants around here. Gradually, her eyes rose up to the head of the table, where her father was seated, with his piercing eyes staring right through her. Her heart skipped a beat, as she met his gaze, that could make her tremble in a second.There was everything in her eyes.Hurt.Hate.Anger.Longing.Disgust.Hopelessness.Frustration.On the contrary, her father's eyes were void of any emotions, except for the coldness and ruthlessness, that could turn a room cold. Looking away from him, she noticed her step mother Mathilda Adams, sitting on his right side, along with her half sister Rebecca Adams, sitting beside her. In the same line, Jackson was seated after Rebecca.But his left side...It was all empty.No one ever sat on his left side, as that spot was reserved for her...Her and only her.Maybe it was to make her realize, that everyone was on her father's right side and she was completely on the other side, without anyone accompanying her.“ You are late! ” The booming voice of William Adams echoed in the dining room, seeing his daughter, standing in the door like a statue.William Adams was in his 50's, but he didn't looked any older than late 30's, with his well built physique and the lack of wrinkles on his face. Dressed in a black formal suit with his arms supported on the sides of the head chair, he looked like a king; in front of whom everyone looked small and powerless.Gulping down her saliva, Ana stepped inside the dining room and the door closed behind her. Everyone had stopped eating, after they heard William's voice. Everyone was looking down, not daring to look up, except for William who was glaring at his daughter and Ana, who stared back at him with rebellion.“ ...And you as always are wearing casual clothes to infuriate me! ” Shaking his head, William Adams chuckled out. No one had the audacity to stand up against him, except for his own daughter. She always tried her hardest to infuriate him, childishly. Even if she knew the consequences of infuriating him, she still did those things and it had become amusimg to William Adams over the years.“ Father! ” Ana nodded her head with respect, which was lacking in her eyes. Everyone knew, she was mocking her father in her own way.“ As it's your first day home, I will forgive you. ” William shooked his hand in the air, dismissing the matter and everyone waited for Ana to sit down.It was enough provocation for the day, so Ana silently marched forward and sat down at the left side of her father. Taking the cue, a maid came forward and started serving Ana. Maids knew what she ate and what she didn't, so she filled up her plate.William was staring at his daughter and Ana knew it, but she was hellbound on not making eye contact with him now. Her father was far too lenient today and she shouldn't try her luck too much.Turning his head back, William started eating and so did everyone else, leaving Ana to herself for a while. Silence prevailed in the dining room and no sound was made, except for the clinking of cultery, that was faint. It was the kind of silence, that slowly suffocated people and made them desperate for fresh air.“ How was University, Ana? ” Mathilda questioned, interrupting Ana's silent meal. Raising up her head slowly, her eyes met Mathilda, who was already staring at her. Ana knew what she was trying to do, so she sighed out and placed the fork in the plate.“ It was...good! ” Ana answered slowly, nodding her head, assessing her own words in her head.Rebecca too, was looking at Ana along with Jackson, as they all knew what was about to happen now. Rebecca was hiding her smirk by taking a bite and Jackson's face was emotionless just like William, who was drinking wine from his glass.“ Good what, Ana? Have you forgotten your manners? ” Mathilda raised her eyebrows at Ana's lack of respect towards her.Trying hard not to purse her lips or utter something that would get her in trouble, Ana bit her inner cheek under her teeths; drawing out blood. Her nails were digging in the palms of her hands and blood had started to gush out in form of drops. Staring at Mathilda, she stayed neutral.“ Are not you supposed to say 'It was good, Mother'? ” Placing her fork down on the plate, Mathilda joined her hands together and placed her hands on the table, turning the atmosphere grim.“ You are not my mother! ” Unconsciously, Ana hissed out to Mathilda, whose lips curled up in a twisted smirk. Rebecca was enjoying it from the sides and Jackson ignored everything, continuing to eat his dinner.A splash sounded in the air and Ana instinctively closed her eyes. Jackson's hand stopped midway and he slowly raised his head to look up.William Adams had thrown his wine directly on Ana's face, which was covering her front hair and whole face; dripping down on her clothes.Rebecca and Mathilda exchanged content glances, hiding their smirks. It was the beginning of showtime!Ignoring everything, Jackson looked away. It was nothing new to him anyway.William threw the empty glass on the floor, breaking it into pieces, making everyone flinch and got up from his chair, glaring down at Ana, who still had her eyes closed, as she breathed heavily; trying to contain her emotions.“ You have forgotten to respect your mother and you must be taught a lesson! ” Hissing at Ana, William still glared down at her.Taking this chance, Mathilda rose up from her place and grabbed William's arm, gently.“ She just returned, honey...” With fake tears in her eyes, Mathilda held William back; trying to act good.“ Forgive her for me this time! ” As William's eyes softened looking at Mathilda, she pleaded further. William looked at Mathilda for a second and started walking away from the dining room, indicating that she was being forgiven this time, just because of his precious wife.Just as he left the room, Rebecca dropped her spoon sighing and turned to Ana.“ It's going to be fun as you are back now...” Her mocking tone indicated what was about to come her way.Raising her head, Ana sufficed on staring blankly at Rebecca, who was younger than her.After glaring at Ana for a while, Mathilda and Rebecca left the dining room, leaving behind Ana and Jackson, along with the maids.Ana sighed out heavily and looked at the maid, who had stepped forward with tissue box in her hand. Pursing her lips, she grabbed tissues and wiped her face off with them.As the maid stepped back, Jacskson came in Ana's view and she ended up chuckling out. He was still eating!“ Seriously? You still have an apepitite? ” Scoffing at Jackson, Ana folded her arms on her chest.Slowly, Jackson raised his head and looked at Ana with the same empty gaze. “ We can't stop eating even if someone dies...It was just a little show in your case! ” Shrugging his shoulder, he took another bite.“ Ouch! That was quite...Inhumane...” Ana shooked her head and got up from the table, ready to leave. She needed to go somewhere anyways and it was not like, she didn't know that no one cares for her.“ Don't visit, Lucas! ” Ana's feet stopped in her track, hearing Jackson warn her from behind.Frowning, she turned around and found Jackson already staring at her. What did he mean by that?Before she could ask, Jacson wiped his mouth and got up from his seat, marching towards Ana with firm steps.“ Don't go outside...It's not safe! ” Jackson thrusted his hands in his pant's pockets and warned Ana, standing right in front of her.Sighing, Ana pushed her hairs off her face and looked away for a second, before turning back to him, “ Nowhere is safe for me! ” Her voice was low, talking to Jackson. He could almost feel her tiredness and he wanted to stop her, but he kept quite, when she started walking away; leaving him behind.
AUTHOR'S POVSitting at the backseat of her car, she was staring at the one-story house in front of her. Her bodyguard was sitting on the front seat, along with another boduguard, who was sitting in the driver's seat.They have been here for almost five minutes, but she was not saying or doing anything. She was just staring at that house.Lucas was also Ana's and Jackson's childhood friend. He was the son of one of her father's bodyguard, who died protecting him, so his father took him under his wing and trained him for years. He was an assassin and the only thing he hated in this world was his job. After years of doing that dirty job, he made God Knows what deal with her father, that he let him go.Ana still remembered the day he was freed from that hell. His happiness couldn't match anything else in this world.That day, Ana didn't k
AUTHOR'S POVWith her body trembling in paralyzing fear, Ana kept her eyes shut closed. She was afraid to see her death with her own eyes. Someone was holding her waist and one hand of that person, was placed on her mouth to prevent her from making any sound. That person's hard chest was pressed against her back, making the whole experience more real. Her mind had stopped working and tears kept streaming down her face.“ Look who we have here! ” A deep masculine voice mocked her and she felt the vibration of that laughter throughout her body, which made her heart tremble.“ Open your eyes, Anastasia Adams! ” The same voice commanded Ana, who was silently crying at her fate. That voice surprised her, with the coldness it held. She was sure now, that he was the killer. He was the one who killed her Lucas.Scared,
AUTHOR'S POVAna jolted up from the deep slumber she was in and looked around herself. The place was different than, what she remembered. Her eyes were wide in fear and her hairs were sticking to her face, due to sweat, that was coating them. Her clothes were changed and not the same, as she remembered wearing.Slowly trying to calm herself down, she took deep breaths and looked down at the comforter, which was covering her trembling body.Anxious, she pushed the comforter away and looked around herself to make sure, that she was not dreaming. It was her room.Sighing, she pushed her hairs back and a relieved smile stretched upon her heart shaped lips. It was just a dream.A horrible dream.And it was over now.Shaking her head, Ana stood up on her feet, but almost stumbled back on the bed, finding her knees still weak.
AUTHOR'S POVAna walked to the bathroom with weak legs, as she had lost all her energy. With slow steps, she stopped in front of the basin and her eyes travelled to the blood, that coated her neck and sweater. Looking in the mirror, the memory of his eyes, staring right back at her, flashed in front of her eyes and she ended up flinching. He was so close to killing her, but he still left her alive, Why? Why was he doing all of this in the first place? Why did he kill Lucas? A lump formed in Ana's throat, thinking about all the questions, that were pounding in her mind, but she held herself back from crying again.
AUTHOR'S POVSunlight was peeking through the windows of Ana's room. She was laying on the bed, with her eyes wide open, staring at the balcony. Last night, she felt, like someone was here, but when she woke up, no one was here, except for the breeze, that was making the balcony curtains move.She had been awake from that time, laying in the bed, thinking about everything. She didn't know what was going to happen next? Why was everything happening in the first place?She had to find answers and also find a way out of here on her own, as Lucas was dead and there was no one, who was going to help her anymore. With Lucas's thought, tears
AUTHOR'S POVAna sighed for the nth time, standing still at the same spot. Her feets refused to move and take her anywhere. The sun had started to go down.Willaim Adams left more than a hour ago, after introducing her to Damon Alvarado. His voice resembled Beast's voice, which sent chills of dread down her spine. For once, she thought, that he was really Beast and he came, just as he said he would, but then she noticed the way her father was talking with him. It was like, he knew him well and trusted him too. Soon, Ana just decided to drop this thought. Maybe, fear was getting the best of her and she was suspecting everyone to be Beast. AUTHOR'S POVStaring in the distance, Ana's mind had been travelling to all sort of memories. ' You shouldn't have done this, Angel! ' That's what, Beast said that night. He called her with nickname Angel and a week ago, at the cemetry, Damon Alvarado called her by the same name. Was the really a coincidence? Her head had been pounding.What was happening? She couldn't understand. This Beast was getting inside her mind and was not letting her think anything else.That day, she just excused herself from Damon Alvarado, feeling extremely scared, but when she thought about it again, her mind refused to suspect him as Beast. AUTHOR'S POVShock was the only emotion, she could feel, as she watched blood drip down from the slit in that man's throat. She couldn't even move from her place, watching the blood rush out.It was that moment, when you feel your blood run cold and you are unable to move or do anything. All thoughts cease to exist.Still in shock, Ana's eyes traced the hand, which held the bloodied dagger. The same dagger, that was snatched away from her... The same dagger, which was used to slit the throat of the man, who was asking her for help...Her eyes travelled up from that arm to the face of th
Forced By The Mafia Chapter 13
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AUTHOR'S POVStaring in the distance, Ana's mind had been travelling to all sort of memories. ' You shouldn't have done this, Angel! ' That's what, Beast said that night. He called her with nickname Angel and a week ago, at the cemetry, Damon Alvarado called her by the same name. Was the really a coincidence? Her head had been pounding.What was happening? She couldn't understand. This Beast was getting inside her mind and was not letting her think anything else.That day, she just excused herself from Damon Alvarado, feeling extremely scared, but when she thought about it again, her mind refused to suspect him as Beast. AUTHOR'S POVShock was the only emotion, she could feel, as she watched blood drip down from the slit in that man's throat. She couldn't even move from her place, watching the blood rush out.It was that moment, when you feel your blood run cold and you are unable to move or do anything. All thoughts cease to exist.Still in shock, Ana's eyes traced the hand, which held the bloodied dagger. The same dagger, that was snatched away from her... The same dagger, which was used to slit the throat of the man, who was asking her for help...Her eyes travelled up from that arm to the face of th
AUTHOR'S POVShock was the only emotion, she could feel, as she watched blood drip down from the slit in that man's throat. She couldn't even move from her place, watching the blood rush out.It was that moment, when you feel your blood run cold and you are unable to move or do anything. All thoughts cease to exist.Still in shock, Ana's eyes traced the hand, which held the bloodied dagger. The same dagger, that was snatched away from her... The same dagger, which was used to slit the throat of the man, who was asking her for help...Her eyes travelled up from that arm to the face of th