Dante As soon as Anna stepped into the car, I sensed that something was amiss. Her demeanor was cold and distant, and her expression appeared to be carefully calculated. I couldn't shake the feeling that her recent conversation with Debbie had not gone well."Is everything okay?" I asked, my concern evident in my tone.She attempted to conceal her distress with a smile. "Yes, I'm fine," she replied.I wasn't convinced. "Anna, you know I hate it when you lie to me. Did Debbie say something that upset you?"Her shoulders tensed. "Why did you discuss me with Debbie?" she asked, her tone accusatory.Damn it, I thought to myself. I knew I shouldn't have confided in Debbie. But Anna had been withholding information from me, and I felt like I had no other choice."I had to ask around," I explained. "You weren't giving me any vital information. So I turned to your friend Debbie to see if she could help me out."Anna's gaze turned steely. "That doesn't give you the right to pry into my persona
Anna Dante entered the room with a quiet grace, careful not to disturb my slumber. He unholstered his gun and began to strip down, sliding into the bed beside me under the comforter. I felt his warm breath on my shoulder blades and his voice was like a whisper, sending shivers down my spine. "Baby, lose the clothes," he murmured.Turning to face him, I was breathless at how handsome he looked. "Someone has great stamina," I teased, laying a gentle kiss on his lips, but he pulled away."I don't want to fuck you, Anna. I just want to feel your body against mine," he said, his voice low and intense.Still trying to convince him otherwise, I began a slow strip tease, but he simply rested his head on his shoulder and stared at me, his pupils dilated with desire. However, he made no move towards having sex with me. When it became clear that my teasing wasn't going to change his mind, I climbed into bed with him. He held me tightly, my small breasts pressed against his firm chest.He kissed
DanteWhat the bloody hell just happened? I wondered, trying to make sense of the situation. My mind was racing as I attempted to comprehend how Lisa had found out about my nocturnal activities. However, I didn't have the luxury of time to contemplate the issue, as Anna was giving me a withering look. Lisa's words had wounded her deeply, and if I didn't come up with a plausible explanation, she would believe them."What's the matter, Dante? What was Lisa talking about?" Anna demanded, her voice taut with anger."That wench is just trying to provoke you," I replied dismissively, hoping to shift her focus away from the matter.Anna's arms were crossed, and her brows were furrowed as she asked, "Is that so?""Don't tell me you believe her," I pleaded, hoping to dispel any doubts she might have."Well, give me a reason not to," Anna retorted, her eyes locking onto mine.My anger began to rise at her lack of trust. "So, in other words, you don't trust me?" I challenged her."I trust you to
AnnaThat jerk is going to get me into trouble," I muttered under my breath, frustrated with Dante's incessant questioning. I knew that I needed to come up with a reasonable explanation for V's call, but my mind was blank."You know I hate repeating myself Anna, so answer the damn question," Dante growled, his impatience palpable.I cleared my throat and tried to remain calm. "V is a friend I made at Ted's coffee shop," I explained. "He hasn't seen me for a while, so he's probably just calling to check up on me."Dante's expression hardened. "We'll pick up the damn call and tell him to go to hell. You're fine, and he doesn't need to bother you."I sighed. "That's a bit harsh, Dante. He's just being friendly."Dante grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. "It's not just about him being friendly. If a guy is this interested in you, it's a problem. I own you, Anna, all of you. I don't like other men hanging around you."I bristled at his words. "I'm not your property, Dante. It's rud
AnnaI deliberately left my phone behind, knowing full well that Dante's first course of action would be to track my every move. As I stared out of the dingy window, I couldn't help but ponder how my life had turned to ruins. First, my mother was taken captive, then I betrayed the only person who had been helping me, followed by falling in love with him, and to top it all off, I was now carrying his child. The pregnancy test lay before me, with its two pink lines serving as a constant reminder of my current situation. It seemed that karma had decided to play a cruel joke on me, and at the worst possible time.It had been two weeks since I had fled from Dante and his men, all for the sake of my mother. However, even now, I couldn't bring myself to betray Dante. I reached into my purse, checking once again to ensure that the file Valentine had been so desperate to acquire was still in my possession. The truth was, I had two powerful men hot on my heels- Valentine and Dante, both searchin
DanteI had given Matteo strict instructions to let Anna in if she arrived, and as I stood close to my window, gazing out at the sprawling metropolis of New York that I had come to control, I found myself pondering Anna's impending arrival with a sense of uncertainty. If she still possessed the file, then how the hell did Valentine manage to obtain a photograph of it? Not just any photograph, but one that clearly depicted the exact day on which it was taken. The only person who could shed light on these baffling questions was Anna herself, assuming she was actually telling the truth for once. It was no secret that most of the words that emanated from her mouth were blatant lies.I strode over to my desk, sat down, and began rifling through the files that Tom had sent to me. The Morello family was fast becoming a thorn in my side. My men had reported seeing their henchmen lurking around the periphery of our premises, and I had no idea what they wanted. I certainly wasn't going to ventur
AnnaIs this fucker serious? Is he going to deny ever touching my phone? Well, his time is up. He better start saying the truth before I lose my cool. Observing Matteo's ashen complexion, it was evident that he was oblivious to the impending danger that loomed over him. My disappointment in him was palpable, and I couldn't help but shake my head in dismay. I waited patiently for him to speak, curious to see how he would defend himself against the accusations."I swear to you boss, I am not a fucking rat. How can you even believe this shit? You've known me for ages, why would I ever betray you?" Matteo's voice trembled with emotion as he vehemently denied any wrongdoing.Dante reclined in his chair, nonchalantly raising his legs and dropping them onto his desk. He gazed at Matteo, his head cocked slightly to one side, a clear sign that he was deep in thought. "Did you or did you not handle her phone?" Dante's tone was sharp and direct, leaving no room for ambiguity."I did, boss. I admi
DanteIt's an incredibly daunting task to reveal to Anna that her troubles go beyond Valentine. Could it be that Valentine is responsible for her father's demise and her mother's calamitous accident? Or could this be connected to Orlando? Despite my slaying of Luke, my thirst for blood remains unquenched, with my anger boiling within me. The notion that someone seeks to harm Anna has me itching to take action. However, I am at a loss as to where to begin. Engaging in a war with three distinct families simultaneously is undeniably unwise.I turned to Matteo, and from his expression, it was clear that he was also grappling with the same issue. "What is our next move, boss?" he queried."Tomorrow morning, I'll take Anna to the island. It's the safest place for her to be right now. As for Morello, we'll put our plan on hold until I take care of Valentine," I responded."And what about Orlando?" Matteo inquired."Orlando has his sights set on Anna, so we need to keep her out of his reach,"