(Anastasia's Point of View)There had to be something wrong with me because, once again, I was violating rule number 3 as I knelt beside Enzo on the bed, assisting him in removing his blood-soaked sleeve shirt.I frowned as I saw his wounded arm. I reached out to touch it, but he seized my wrist instead, and our gazes locked.His blue eyes were corrosive, staring at where I crouched. I gasped and withdrew my hand slowly.My gaze was drawn to a basin of spotless warm water and a towel that I had brought in earlier. I saturated the towel and squeezed the water out of it before looking up at him.I stood there waiting for him to respond, order me away, and punish me for breaking rule number three.Wasn't I really pushing my luck?I started cleaning his laceration and put alcohol on it after he didn't say anything. I was expecting a pained response or some other indication that he was hurt, but instead, he drew a pistol from the back of his trousers and loaded it with bullets with no expr
[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
[Anastasia’s point of view] My eyes snapped open at the gentle taps on my cheeks to find the smirking face of Giovanni. I gasped out a breath and I bolted to a sitting position. “Our princess is awake,” Giovanni stood up, while I panted, placing my hand over my chest to calm my heavy breaths. Once it was unruffled enough, I looked around the room, finding Enzo in the same position, gripping his gun tightly while his eyes and expression displayed nothing. How could he look so nonchalant when he nearly killed me?! Giovanni grabbed my arm and pulled me up to my feet. Like jelly, my legs gave out but Giovanni held me to his chest. He chuckled. “Easy there princess, you did pretty good there but believe me, you had nothing to fear when it comes to Enzo, he isn’t named the best for nothing,” Enzo rolled his eyes, placed the gun on the table, and walked out of the room. I felt my heart clench at the reaction, he didn’t care, did he? With a heavy heart, I tore myself from Giovanni, sta
(Anastasia’s Point of View) I didn’t know why I was being the bull's eye for the Mezzesalma brothers. Now, I didn’t mind being preyed on by Enzo but when it came to Giovanni, his presence nonplussed me in a roguish way, it was different when I was being back into a corner by Enzo but with Giovanni, I just wanted to run like right now. I had met him across a hollow entry. I bowed at him as he sneered and I tried to walk past him but he was abruptly hindering my route. I looked up at him, trying not to meet his eyes. “Sir?” I voiced in bewilderment. He tilted his head, reaching out to touch my face but I took a step away from him. He stared in utter amusement. “Did I frighten you that much last time that you’re willing to break every rule and flout me, little feline?” I reviled that nickname. “I’m sorry sir but I’m only trying to do my job as a staff,” Came my response. And I wanted to pay my debt as soon as possible so I could get away from this house with taciturn and homicidal
(Anastasia’s Point of View) I was beginning to think everything and everyone was pushing me to Enzo and I didn’t know if I was ready to accept that fact as I stood in front of his door with a tray of food since he didn’t join the rest of the family for dinner and wished to eat in his bedroom and here I was being his servant. Why couldn’t they just send someone else, why did it have to be me? Wasn’t there a rule about staying around from the man? I can survive this. I told myself before knocking on the door and it opened to reveal the man of my dream… literally. my breath hitched as I met his eyes to find them dancing with something I couldn’t describe. I lowered my head. “I was sent to bring your dinner, Sir,” With my head lowered, I could feel his eyes suddenly roaming over me before he opened the door widely and let me into his bedroom without saying a word. Moving over to the little table, I suddenly felt uneasy but in a good way, as I could feel Enzo’s eyes trailing my eve
(Anastasia's Point of View)A painful groan left me as I stirred awake, turning on the side of the bed that was extremely cold. "Oh, you're awake,"My eyes immediately opened, my sight was completely hazy but I could make out the familiar pattern of Enzo's bedroom.Enzo's room? I was still here!Panic rose through me and I was jerking up to a sitting position but let out a cry of pain as I realized how sour my backside was."Oh my, you shouldn't stretch yourself, it seems like you took quite the hit," A voice chuckled, and finally, I let my gaze fall on the unfamiliar elderly lady, stirring some liquid in a fancy cup. I gulped. She had seen me here?! Where was Enzo?She looked at me and smiled warmly and advanced with the cup of whatever she was mixing and extended it towards me. I stared at it suspiciously. Why was she being kind instead of ranting me out to the other bosses? What if she had already done that and was keeping me here so everyone would come see the maid that occup
[Anastasia’s point of view]The Mezzesalma household was booming with festivity yet it didn't feel like a celebration because the atmosphere was tense.Every young female, including Khione and Rue, I was in between them, we stood at the back dressed in the same Italian pattern dress in different colors. Seems like it was tradition for every staff to dress in Italian gowns whenever there was an occasion.The Russian Crew, Khione had called them this morning and warned me to behave like every other maid, making me wonder when I had not behaved like every other maid, I was only doing my job and wanted to leave this mafia shit as soon as possible.The Mezzesalma sat on the right side, all the bosses were there except the godfather who I had not seen since he arrived a few days ago.And the Russian crew was at the left. Their boss was sitting while six of his men stood at the back of the couch.The power ranging in the room was overwhelming, especially from the Mezzesalmas as they were ele
(Anastasia's Point Of View)I was in Enzo's room. Khione had brought me here since she believed it was the safest place she could think of till everything was over and it had been 30 minutes since Enzo sauntered into his bedroom.He wasn't surprised to find me here but didn't say a word and he hadn't said a word since he walked in and I was not sure if I'd done something wrong or not.I sat on the sofa beside the window, rubbing my hands together while sneaking peeks at Enzo who was sitting on the bed, legs spread, hands rested on his knee while his upper body leaned forward. He looked mighty and aesthetic and his cologne coming through my nose was making me get a wet pool between my legs. I had no idea why I was getting turned on at a time like this.Damnit! I was such a slut.I bite hard on my bottom lip and clasped my legs tightly. What was the meaning of this?! I screamed internally.The more I sat there and inhaled his addicting sandalwood scent, the more the wetness pooled in be