ANYA
Alessia decided that we should go clubbing since she was bored, and well, I had no real reason to object. We ended up dressing in matching outfits – same hairstyle, same makeup, and nearly identical clothes.
We both donned leather skirts, turtle neck shirts, leather jackets, and boots. The only difference between our outfits was the color – mine was black, and hers was a fiery red.
"You look like a badass bitch," Alessia quipped with a smirk as she checked me out.
I burst into laughter. "Funny, I was just thinking the same about you. You totally rock that bad-ass vibe."
She raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh really?"
I grinned. "Absolutely."
"Alright then, let's go blow up that club with our killer looks." Alessia giggled and linked her arm with mine, leading me outside.
We were just about to hop into Alessia's car when one of our guards stepped in our way, blocking our path.
"Um, excuse m
ANYAI stepped into the room with shaky feet, the atmosphere heavy with tension. The doctor was there, tending to Vincenzo. Nico, Carlo, and Blanca were standing around, partially blocking my view. My heart raced, fearing what I was about to see.As they noticed me, Matteo's voice cut through the air, drawing their attention. They parted slightly, creating a path for me to see. And then I saw him, lying there, his form obscured by bandages and blood.A gasp caught in my throat, and I crumbled to my knees. It couldn't be true. This couldn't be Vincenzo. Not the indomitable force of strength and charisma I knew. Not him, lying so still, surrounded by the sterile white of a hospital room.The tears I'd been holding back burst forth. I reached out, my fingers trembling, as if touching him could prove to me that this was just a nightmare. That this wasn't really happening.“Vincenzo,” I choked out, my voice quivering. &ldquo
ANYAI stepped into the room with shaky feet, the atmosphere heavy with tension. The doctor was there, tending to Vincenzo. Nico, Carlo, and Blanca were standing around, partially blocking my view. My heart raced, fearing what I was about to see.As they noticed me, Matteo's voice cut through the air, drawing their attention. They parted slightly, creating a path for me to see. And then I saw him, lying there, his form obscured by bandages and blood.A gasp caught in my throat, and I crumbled to my knees. It couldn't be true. This couldn't be Vincenzo. Not the indomitable force of strength and charisma I knew. Not him, lying so still, surrounded by the sterile white of a hospital room.The tears I'd been holding back burst forth. I reached out, my fingers trembling, as if touching him could prove to me that this was just a nightmare. That this wasn't really happening.“Vincenzo,” I choked out, my voice quivering. &ldquo
VINCENZOThere was an overwhelming ache coursing through my body as I gradually regained consciousness. My head felt like it was being pounded by a sledgehammer, and the brightness of the surroundings made me squint.I had to blink a few times to adjust to the light. Glancing at my left hand, I noticed the IV tube connected to it. Confusion clouded my mind as I tried to piece together why I was in so much pain.Then it all came back – the ambush, the exchange of gunfire, and my attempts to shield Nico. Damn it. I had warned him to stay put, but he had this stubborn streak, always trying to protect me in his own way.It was a trait he'd carried since childhood – whenever his efforts to safeguard me resulted in a mess, he'd blame himself for an eternity.But this wasn't his fault. I needed to make sure he knew that. I attempted to sit up, only to find a gentle grip on my other hand. Turning my head, I found her &nda
ANYAIt had been three days since Vincenzo had returned home from his injuries. Thankfully, he had fully recovered, and our lives had returned to a sense of normalcy, albeit with a heightened sense of passion between us.As Vincenzo and I had promised each other, our intimate moments were nearly everywhere - in the bedroom, the bathroom, under the soothing cascade of water, in his office, his car, and even while he was driving. The fire between us seemed unquenchable, and I found myself craving him constantly.A mischievous smile played on my lips as I recalled our recent encounters. The memories of our encounters in various places sent a rush of heat through my body. Our connection was electrifying, and he knew exactly how to make me tremble with pleasure.This morning had been a particularly memorable one. I had woken up to a delicious sensation, Vincenzo under the covers, pleasuring me with an intensity that left me breathless. H
VINCENZOI step into the casino, the clatter of chips and laughter from the gamblers filling the air. The flashing lights and the lingering scent of cigars and whiskey set the stage for this high-stakes battleground. Sinclair, the idiot who thought he could betray me to the law, is on my radar. My schedule is packed, my responsibilities vast, but I can't let treachery go unchecked.The law's pursuit doesn't concern me much. After all, they won't unearth anything significant. My tracks are meticulously covered, my secrets well-guarded. I've always managed to keep my dealings discreet, but their recent interest has forced me into a more reactive stance.“He is inside.” Matteo said.“Be careful.” I told him. He nodded and walked away while looking around him.I caution him to be vigilant, not underestimating the threats that may lie ahead. The ambush is still fresh in my memory, a stark reminder of the risks I
ANYAI open my eyes and blink repeatedly, trying to focus in the unfamiliar surroundings. My body aches, the result of being confined and bound for far too long. This room is different from the one before; a bedroom, immaculately clean. I'm still chained to a chair, though at least my legs are free.Attempting to stretch my legs, pain shoots through me, and I can't help but let out a cry. Damn cramps – a consequence of being immobilized for so long. How much time has passed? How long have I been here? And why hasn't Vincenzo found me yet?My discomfort is momentarily forgotten as the door creaks open, revealing a man who exudes intimidation. My heart races as I take in his appearance – round face, sharp blue eyes, and an aura that radiates danger. Despite never having seen him, an odd sense of familiarity strikes me.“So, you're the girl Chirkov's been keeping,” his deep voice resonates in the room.“W
ANYAMy mind was in a mess. I felt like I was tumbling down a rabbit hole of confusion and despair. My whole identity was shaken – the parents I had known all my life were apparently not my real parents.A whirlwind of questions stormed my thoughts. Who were my real parents? Why had I been kept in the dark? What other secrets had been hidden from me?Before I could even process this revelation, Uncle Pietro roughly pulled me out of the room, yanking me away from the chaos of my thoughts. The sight outside was even more chaotic. Lifeless bodies littered the ground, a testament to the violence that had erupted in Vincenzo's wake.Amidst the turmoil, my heart leaped at the sight of Vincenzo in the distance. He was fighting, as fierce and determined as I had ever seen him. He was fighting for me. The realization sent a shiver down my spine. Vincenzo was my protector, my own personal storm.But the moment was fleeting. Uncle Pietr
VINCENZOI was pacing the hospital hallway angrily. Anya was in there fighting for her life, and it was all because of that fucker. The weight of guilt and anger pressed heavily on me. I should have protected her better. I should have prevented this.Right now, that bastard was in the dark cage, locked away where he belonged. I intended to make him pay for every bit of pain he had caused Anya. He was going to regret the day he crossed paths with us.My promise to protect her echoed in my mind, and I cursed myself for not being able to keep her safe. I shouldn't have asked her to trust me in that moment of chaos. I should have kept her out of harm's way, no matter what.Anya had been in surgery for nearly seven hours. The mere thought of her lying there, fighting for her life, sent waves of frustration and helplessness through me. The doctors had insisted that I leave the room, claiming I was disrupting their work. Matteo had to physically