Anna"You okay?" Duncan asked, pulling out my chair like we were in some old Mafia movie. All that was missing was a violinist playing something tragic in the background.We were seated in the private section of the restaurant. And by private, I mean so quiet I could hear my own anxiety tap dancing. It was gorgeous though-glass, chandeliers, candlelight, and waiters dressed better than me. Definitely destroy your credit score kind of place "Yeah," I said, slipping into the chair with a smile.Duncan leaned down and kissed my cheeks before sliding into the seat across from me. I shot him a look."What was that for?""Felt like it," he said with a shrug that was way too confident. "Also, you looked like you were about to faint. Thought I'd bring you back to Earth. Besides, I can tell your body is still hungry for mine. You know it's not too late to make you cum. There's a beautiful private bathroom here.”“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Looks like someone is projecting. Still hard from our little ses
Anna “Fuck you!” A strange but muffled voice sounded from a distance, waking me from a slumber I didn't remember falling into.“I'll put a bullet through your skull and send you to mom and dad,”“Try it….” One of them said and then switched to a language I didn't understand…Italian?They yelled at each other and at some point, the sound of shattering glass followed The voices were still muffled, barely audible but they were louder than before. My eyes opened and I felt my head pound angrily, protesting at the ache clawing at my brain.“What the hell?” I groaned in pain.I blinked and opened my eyes to find a black door in front of me. My vision was a little fuzzy, like I had just woken up from a sedated sleep.I glanced around and shuddered. The room was huge and around me were a bunch of heavy chains, chains like the one I had seen at Red velvet weeks ago. Only this one looked more severe. This was definitely not a kink room. It was meant to hold something.Dogs? I had no idea bu
Anna “You're lying,” I seethed, my eyes wide.“And why would I do that?” he scoffed.“You have me tied to a chair, I make it a habit not to trust my abductors,” I grouted out, staring daggers at him. The only reason the bastard was still alive was because I was still a little disoriented, not to mention chained to a bloody chair.“If I'm lying. How would I know your real name? Or how your mother died or the people who killed him. How would I know you killed one of the men that killed her many years ago but have not been able to find the other three?”“Who are you?”“Not important,”“How do you know my mother? Why was she killed,”“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I'll answer your questions, all you have to do is agree to my terms and I'll give you every and any information I have on your mother, including your father's whereabouts,”“He's alive?”He grinned. “I'll not be answering that.”“What do you want?”I gritted out again, trying not to yell.“Simple. What you are already doing. I need you to
AnnaThe suspense was killing me. Not knowing what was going on–who these people were or how they knew my mother or how they knew me made me uncomfortable.It was terrifying to realize that someone out there knew me in and out. Had information about my life, my secrets, my pain, my past, things no one should know. Things even I had tried to forget.And they had it all. Every piece of me laid out like a map.I had to be careful with them. If I wanted to know the truth, my truth, my heritage–, these people were the key. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore. It wasn’t just about killing the men who murdered my mother.It was about understanding why.Why she died.Why I was dragged into this world.Why I never really belonged anywhere.And then, Duncan.Was he truly alive?He couldn't be. No, I didn't believe it. I had seen the bullet tear through his neck,that alone was fatal but his head, he was dead.That realization hit harder than anything I had ever felt. Like someone was saw
Anna“You must be hungry,” Azeal said as he barged into the weird bdsm room he'd placed me.I glanced up to find him holding a tray of food and water. The smell of chicken and pasta wafted into my nose. My mouth watered but I ignored it. There was no way in hell I was eating anything from these bastards. For all I knew it was poisoned and even if it wasn't, it would be stupid of me to eat from the plate of the enemy.“I do not want your food.” I spat I glared at him. He had changed into something else now. Something casual…“You're just as stubborn as your mother.. it's like looking into the past,”He said as soon as he placed the plate on the steel table.“What do you know about my mother?” I asked, my lips dry. I had not had any water in over thirty six hours and I was slowly drying up. But I knew I needed to get as much information I could from him. He was bound to slip up.“Everything, Anna. Everything there is to know about her.”“What are you to her?”“Now, that's something
AnnaThe sound of horns and distant car engines were the first noise I heard as I woke.I looked around and it was dark now and we were parked in a deserted field.“What's going on?” I asked, glancing around, my heart beating against my chest. “Whee are we?*There were three of us in the car. None of which was Azeal. Just strange faces.“Somewhere in Venice,” one of the men answered in a bored tone.“Why are we here?” I asked.“God damn, she asks a lot of questions,” another one of the men snapped.“Can't blame her.” the third man with the golden blonde hair replied.My heart pounded violently but not out of fear, out of stress.I forced myself to breathe, but it wasn't working “He should be here any moment now,” one of them saodz looking out the window. He had a tracking device in hand.“Who?’ I demanded eyes darting between the men. I was still restrained by handcuffs, I couldn't move much.“Shhh,”I opened my mouth to yell at the one that had told me to shut up when the sound of
AnnaDuncan’s lips fell on mine, kissing me hard and passionately like he had been thirsting and I was water.“I love you so much,” he groaned.“I thought I lost you,” I said, holding him tight as I kissed him roughly.“Never,”I broke the kiss, looking up at him. I couldn't believe it was him.“It's really you, you're alive. H…how? How is this possible?” I asked, touching his face.“It's a miracle,” he breathed, his filled with different emotions. Emotions that were almost never there.I shook my head, unable to believe it.“I saw you die, Duncan. How are you alive?”I asked more sternly.I searched his face and realized there something was missing. There were no bullet wounds. None at all.“Your bullet wounds, they are gone. How?” I asked with wide eyes.Something wasn't right here.“Anna, can we just have this moment? I almost lost you…” he pleaded but I wasn't about to gloss over the fact that the man I had seen die was here, alive and without a single scar of his wound.“Well, I
Chapter one14 years ago.The darkness that surrounded AVIANA under her bed did nothing to alleviate the shaking in her bones and pounding in her chest. Her mouth was clamped shut with her hands and she was doing everything in her power not to be noticed just like her mother had said to her but it was hard especially when she could hear her heart beating loudly in her chest.The tension in the room grew to a degree that was unbeatable and all she could do was watch and wait like he mother had instructed her to.She watched in complete helplessness as the strange men in her mother's bedroom became more aggressive with their words, cursing out her mother in a thick accent she couldn't place. She'd seen them before. Once or twice. Her mom called them friends but she'd always felt something wasn't quite right about them and could never fathom how she'd become friends with men like that..The yelling continued and Aviana heard her mother began to beg them but they didn't seem to want to
AnnaDuncan’s lips fell on mine, kissing me hard and passionately like he had been thirsting and I was water.“I love you so much,” he groaned.“I thought I lost you,” I said, holding him tight as I kissed him roughly.“Never,”I broke the kiss, looking up at him. I couldn't believe it was him.“It's really you, you're alive. H…how? How is this possible?” I asked, touching his face.“It's a miracle,” he breathed, his filled with different emotions. Emotions that were almost never there.I shook my head, unable to believe it.“I saw you die, Duncan. How are you alive?”I asked more sternly.I searched his face and realized there something was missing. There were no bullet wounds. None at all.“Your bullet wounds, they are gone. How?” I asked with wide eyes.Something wasn't right here.“Anna, can we just have this moment? I almost lost you…” he pleaded but I wasn't about to gloss over the fact that the man I had seen die was here, alive and without a single scar of his wound.“Well, I
AnnaThe sound of horns and distant car engines were the first noise I heard as I woke.I looked around and it was dark now and we were parked in a deserted field.“What's going on?” I asked, glancing around, my heart beating against my chest. “Whee are we?*There were three of us in the car. None of which was Azeal. Just strange faces.“Somewhere in Venice,” one of the men answered in a bored tone.“Why are we here?” I asked.“God damn, she asks a lot of questions,” another one of the men snapped.“Can't blame her.” the third man with the golden blonde hair replied.My heart pounded violently but not out of fear, out of stress.I forced myself to breathe, but it wasn't working “He should be here any moment now,” one of them saodz looking out the window. He had a tracking device in hand.“Who?’ I demanded eyes darting between the men. I was still restrained by handcuffs, I couldn't move much.“Shhh,”I opened my mouth to yell at the one that had told me to shut up when the sound of
Anna“You must be hungry,” Azeal said as he barged into the weird bdsm room he'd placed me.I glanced up to find him holding a tray of food and water. The smell of chicken and pasta wafted into my nose. My mouth watered but I ignored it. There was no way in hell I was eating anything from these bastards. For all I knew it was poisoned and even if it wasn't, it would be stupid of me to eat from the plate of the enemy.“I do not want your food.” I spat I glared at him. He had changed into something else now. Something casual…“You're just as stubborn as your mother.. it's like looking into the past,”He said as soon as he placed the plate on the steel table.“What do you know about my mother?” I asked, my lips dry. I had not had any water in over thirty six hours and I was slowly drying up. But I knew I needed to get as much information I could from him. He was bound to slip up.“Everything, Anna. Everything there is to know about her.”“What are you to her?”“Now, that's something
AnnaThe suspense was killing me. Not knowing what was going on–who these people were or how they knew my mother or how they knew me made me uncomfortable.It was terrifying to realize that someone out there knew me in and out. Had information about my life, my secrets, my pain, my past, things no one should know. Things even I had tried to forget.And they had it all. Every piece of me laid out like a map.I had to be careful with them. If I wanted to know the truth, my truth, my heritage–, these people were the key. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore. It wasn’t just about killing the men who murdered my mother.It was about understanding why.Why she died.Why I was dragged into this world.Why I never really belonged anywhere.And then, Duncan.Was he truly alive?He couldn't be. No, I didn't believe it. I had seen the bullet tear through his neck,that alone was fatal but his head, he was dead.That realization hit harder than anything I had ever felt. Like someone was saw
Anna “You're lying,” I seethed, my eyes wide.“And why would I do that?” he scoffed.“You have me tied to a chair, I make it a habit not to trust my abductors,” I grouted out, staring daggers at him. The only reason the bastard was still alive was because I was still a little disoriented, not to mention chained to a bloody chair.“If I'm lying. How would I know your real name? Or how your mother died or the people who killed him. How would I know you killed one of the men that killed her many years ago but have not been able to find the other three?”“Who are you?”“Not important,”“How do you know my mother? Why was she killed,”“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I'll answer your questions, all you have to do is agree to my terms and I'll give you every and any information I have on your mother, including your father's whereabouts,”“He's alive?”He grinned. “I'll not be answering that.”“What do you want?”I gritted out again, trying not to yell.“Simple. What you are already doing. I need you to
Anna “Fuck you!” A strange but muffled voice sounded from a distance, waking me from a slumber I didn't remember falling into.“I'll put a bullet through your skull and send you to mom and dad,”“Try it….” One of them said and then switched to a language I didn't understand…Italian?They yelled at each other and at some point, the sound of shattering glass followed The voices were still muffled, barely audible but they were louder than before. My eyes opened and I felt my head pound angrily, protesting at the ache clawing at my brain.“What the hell?” I groaned in pain.I blinked and opened my eyes to find a black door in front of me. My vision was a little fuzzy, like I had just woken up from a sedated sleep.I glanced around and shuddered. The room was huge and around me were a bunch of heavy chains, chains like the one I had seen at Red velvet weeks ago. Only this one looked more severe. This was definitely not a kink room. It was meant to hold something.Dogs? I had no idea bu
Anna"You okay?" Duncan asked, pulling out my chair like we were in some old Mafia movie. All that was missing was a violinist playing something tragic in the background.We were seated in the private section of the restaurant. And by private, I mean so quiet I could hear my own anxiety tap dancing. It was gorgeous though-glass, chandeliers, candlelight, and waiters dressed better than me. Definitely destroy your credit score kind of place "Yeah," I said, slipping into the chair with a smile.Duncan leaned down and kissed my cheeks before sliding into the seat across from me. I shot him a look."What was that for?""Felt like it," he said with a shrug that was way too confident. "Also, you looked like you were about to faint. Thought I'd bring you back to Earth. Besides, I can tell your body is still hungry for mine. You know it's not too late to make you cum. There's a beautiful private bathroom here.”“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Looks like someone is projecting. Still hard from our little ses
Anna“Where are we going?’ I asked Duncan hours later as I watched him walk towards me completely naked with a tray containing a glass of juice.“Thanks,” I smiled, plucking the drink out of the tray and taking a sip. I was honestly enjoying our time together. More than I should. The sex was amazing, and he was being extremely romantic, which I found incredibly funny.I took a sip of my drink.“To dinner.”“But I thought we were just going to have room service here…”“Indeed, but the night is meant to be special and romantic.”I chuckled. “Trust me, there's nothing more romantic than being in Venice with my very insane boss.”“Hmm. I love it when you call me boss; it makes my dick hard as fuck.”I rolled my eyes at him. “Do you always only think of sex?”“No, unfortunately,” he replied as he lowered himself on the bed.“Unfortunately?” I raised a questioning brow at him.“Yes. I'm not used to being this… happy or relaxed.”“Relaxed?” I asked.“Yes. It's strange, but you make me feel r
AnnaAfter the incident at the canal, Duncan took us back to a quiet cafe. He insisted that everything was okay, but for some reason, I doubted it. He looked worried. He especially looked like he knew exactly what was going on or at least had a feeling.I had no basis for my doubt other than that I could just feel he was holding back.It sounded insane to me too, but it was true.I also felt a bit uneasy, and the feelings didn't feel like mine; they felt like someone else's, like his. Like that feeling I had when we were at the auction house and he was telling me about his father.Duncan's phone rang just as he was about to open his mouth to speak–probably to ask why I was so quiet or if I was okay.He looked down at his phone and then glanced up at me, a sheepish look on his face.“I need to take this.” He stood up from the booth and walked away with his usual polished grace that was also roguish and rough and rugged in a weird way. He was the only one that could pull this off. I to