ANYA
After we finished eating, I washed the dishes while Vincenzo dried them. It was a simple domestic task, yet it felt strangely intimate.
We moved to the sitting room afterward, and I found myself pleasantly surprised when he suggested watching a romance movie with me.
I rested my head on his lap, savoring the comfortable closeness between us as I munched on a cup of tasteless fries.
I could feel his gaze on me, our eyes meeting every now and then in unspoken understanding. It was a peaceful moment, and I felt a sense of contentment settle over me.
“Anya?” His voice broke the quiet, pulling me from my thoughts.
I looked up at him. “Yeah?”
He took a deep breath, his eyes searching mine. “I've told you how I feel towards you. What are your feelings towards me?”
A flush crept up my face, and I sat up, meeting his intense gaze. It was a question I had been both ant
VINCENZOI revelled in the sight of her, her stunning form laid out before me. My hungry eyes traced every curve of her body, unable to resist the allure she exuded.Our lips pressed together in a heated, passionate kiss, igniting the flames of desire between us. I savoured the taste of her, the way she responded to my touch, the way her fingers tangled in my hair. Her moans and whimpers spurred me on, pushing me further into a frenzy of lust.My lips blazed a trail down her belly, acknowledging the scars that told her story of survival. She was a warrior, a fighter, and her resilience only added to her irresistible allure. I couldn't help but marvel at her strength, my fingers caressing her skin gently.I removed her jeans, revealing her flawless curves and the delicate lace of her panties. Her beauty was staggering, and I couldn't help but admire the softness of her skin, the way it yielded beneath my touch. Her body was a canvas of des
VINCENZO“You feel so good…” My words were soft, a murmured confession as I pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. The aftermath of our passion was a beautiful haze, and in her presence, everything felt right.“Really? This was my first time so I am not sure if I did well.” Her voice held a hint of uncertainty, a vulnerability that tugged at my heartstrings.I turned onto my side to fully face her, my arm finding its place on her hips as my fingers continued their soothing caress along her lower back.“Why didn't you tell me this was your first time?” My curiosity was genuine, my gaze fixed on her as if trying to comprehend the depth of her emotions.Her eyes met mine, and she nibbled nervously on her lower lip before answering, “I was scared you wouldn't want to touch an inexperienced girl like me. I so much wanted you, so I couldn't tell you.”The confess
ANYAI groaned and slowly opened my eyes. The room was filled with bright sunlight filtered through the grey curtains covering the glass walls.I rolled onto my side, only to find Vincenzo missing from the bed. I blushed as I realized I was still naked. My mind raced back to the incredible night we had together.It was my first time, and I couldn't believe how pleasurable it had been. Vincenzo seemed insatiable, waking me up in the middle of the night for more. I giggled at the thought of his relentless desire.Checking my phone, I noticed it was already 2:35 pm. I couldn't believe I had slept in so late. Vincenzo's passion must have exhausted me. My body felt sore, a sweet reminder of our intimate encounter.I headed to the bathroom, wincing at the pain between my legs. The warm water in the bath helped soothe the discomfort.I wrapped a white towel around my chest and returned to the bedroom. Realiz
ANYAWe entered his car, and as we drove home, Vincenzo remained tense and focused. I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease as I watched him, wondering what had happened to put him in such a state. It was unusual to see him like this.Glancing at the rear-view mirror, I noticed a red car following us. My heart skipped a beat as I realized it had been tailing us since we left the penthouse.The sight of someone on a motorbike driving beside the red car made my anxiety spike. I knew something was wrong.My fear escalated when the motorbike suddenly sped up and headed straight toward us. Panic set in, and I turned to Vincenzo, calling out his name in fear."I know," he said calmly and increased the car's speed.I was bewildered. How could he be so calm in a situation like this? The motorbike rider started shooting at us, and I screamed in terror.Vincenzo, seemingly unfazed, turned to me. “Little star, look
VINCENZOEverything was happening so fast. I couldn't believe they had caught up to us so quickly. Normally, I'd be able to handle myself just fine, but this time Anya was with me and her safety was my top priority. I couldn't let her get caught up in any danger.This was my first direct move against Emiliano, a declaration that I was ready to take him on. Blanca had provided us with information about his impending drug deal, a massive supply that he was planning to distribute to some powerful individuals.My plan was to intercept this deal, leave behind traces, and let him know exactly who was coming after him. The disruption of such a significant deal would hurt him deeply.And now here they were, Emiliano's men sent to eliminate me. I studied them as they stood there, their expressions mixed with confusion and overconfidence.They clearly had no idea who they were dealing with. Facing a bunch of armed m
VINCENZOI was parked in my car, a sentinel in front of the meeting place of these old men. Emiliano, De Lucchi, and Diego Marino had already arrived, leaving only the Russians to join the gathering. The meeting was being held in one of Emiliano's safe houses, an unexpected twist in their elaborate game.I waited patiently, my eyes on the entrance, watching for any sign of movement. The communication devices we all wore in our ears facilitated seamless contact among my team members.Matteo, always on top of things, was keeping me informed about the situation inside the building.“Boss, there's a considerable number of guards here. It might take a bit of time to neutralize them,” he reported.“You can handle it?” I asked, confidence lacing my words.“Absolutely. Carlo is right here with me,” he replied, a note of assurance in his tone.“Good. Hold off until Chirkov and Maksim a
VINCENZOHis words struck a nerve. I managed to keep my exterior composed, but rage burned beneath the surface. So, he was the one responsible for the encounter at the shopping mall.I knew something happened at the mall that day because Blanca said Anya acted strange, but I can't believe it was because she encountered De Lucchi's man.Fury ignited within me. He dared to touch her, to threaten her. His life was forfeit. No one laid a finger on my Anya and lived to brag about it.Without warning, I stood up, my gun in hand. His eyes widened in terror, but he was too slow. A single, well-aimed shot ended his life instantly. The other men jumped to their feet, panic in their eyes, and their henchmen instinctively reached for their weapons.The red laser sight that settled on their bosses' heads silenced the room. "I warned you to drop your weapons," I said coldly, my voice carrying the weight of deadly resolve.I glanced at Mat
ANYAAlessia 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
ANYAONE MONTH LATERI was incredibly excited today. I was finally going to become Anya Cassano. Since Vincenzo had asked me to marry him, I had been eagerly awaiting this day.I didn't need to call a makeup artist; I already had a professional makeup artist as my best friend. Alessia didn't allow me to see what she was doing until she was finished."You can look at yourself now," she said with an excited tone. With a shaky smile, I turned to the mirror and stared at my reflection.I gasped when I saw myself. I had never known that I could look this beautiful. One thing that stood out was my hair, which was packed into a low bun. White flowers were pinned around my hair, and an elegant crystal tiara graced my head.I looked at my face; shimmery mascara accentuated my eyes. She hadn't used false lashes but had simply applied mascara.The foundation matched my skin tone perfectly, and she had chosen a m
ANYATHREE MONTHS LATERI woke up with an uneasy feeling in my lower abdomen. My stomach tightened, and I moved around the room, trying to ease the discomfort.As I shifted, a sudden, sharp pain shot through me, causing my eyes to widen in alarm. My hand instinctively went to my belly, feeling the tension there. Oh, no. It couldn't be...The sensation of wetness between my legs confirmed my fears. My water had broken. Panic fluttered in my chest as I rushed to the bathroom, managing to keep my composure despite the urgency of the situation. I took a quick shower, changed into fresh clothes, and tied my hair up in a bun.Walking carefully, I made my way outside. The pain in my belly seemed to intensify, and I winced, my hand cradling the growing life inside me.Downstairs, everyone was gathered in the living room. Alessia, Cosima, and Blanca were sewing tiny clothes for my soon-to-arrive little angel. We had
VINCENZOFor days, I continued this silent vigil, finding solace in the mere sight of her presence. It wasn't easy to hold myself back, to resist the urge to wake her up and hold her in my arms. But I knew I needed time to heal, both physically and emotionally, before I could be the man she deserved.And then, after a week of watching and waiting, I finally decided that it was time. It was time to step out of the shadows and reveal myself to her once again.My heart clenched at the sight I met – my sweet angel was trapped in a nightmare, and this time, it was because of me. Her forehead was creased with worry, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she cried out in her sleep.I moved to her side swiftly, my heart aching at her distress. Gently, I shook her, trying to rouse her from the torment of her dream. Gradually, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me with a mixture of confusion and hope. She couldn't quite see me, yet.
VINCENZOI ended up staying in Emiliano's house for several days. It was a respite from the constant turmoil, a space where I could heal and gather my strength.He was not behind the kidnappings. Once I had regained a modicum of strength, Emiliano and I returned to the place where I had been held captive, and I found out that it was Maksim that was behind everything.Emiliano was angry but my anger burned hotter than ever. I was so full of rage towards Maksim. I took him to Emiliano's basement and tortured him in ways that vengeance itself couldn't even comprehend. The pain he experienced was but a fraction of the torment he had put me through. Finally, when I had sated my fury, I ended his life.Following that grim resolution, I ventured to Russia. I systematically dismantled every element connected to Maksim, eliminating threats, and imposing the Italians' dominance over the Russians.Once I was assured that the danger had been n
VINCENZORage nearly consumed me. Their games were becoming increasingly infuriating. I was sick and tired of their mindless attempts to break me. But I couldn't let their taunts get to me. I had to hold on, for Anya, for our unborn child.After the last brutal session of torture, they brought me to a doctor. As my body gradually healed, a sliver of hope ignited within me. I saw an opportunity to escape, to fight back. In my weakened state, I attempted to run, to break free from this wretched place.But it was futile; I hadn't regained my strength and they swiftly captured me again. Their retribution was swift and merciless, a stark reminder of my vulnerability.I had lost track of time, days blending into each other in this grim captivity. My family, my loved ones, must believe I'm dead by now. The thought of Anya grieving, thinking I was gone forever, was more painful than any physical torture they could inflict.Now, I found mys
ANYADays turned into weeks, each passing day a painful reminder of his absence. My heart ached incessantly, yearning for him. My baby bump had grown noticeably, a constant reminder of the life growing within me.I wished he could witness this journey, be by my side to share in the anticipation and joy.I had exhausted every avenue in my pursuit to bring him back. My visits to Emiliano's house proved futile, met with his adamant refusal to help. He had even turned me away during my last attempt, his rejection a heavy blow to my hopes.Sometimes, the doubt would creep in – what if Vincenzo wasn't really alive? Why would he stay away for so long?The pain of his absence was almost too much to bear, my world feeling incomplete without him. I was living day to day, finding solace only in the life growing within me.Alessia's persistence wouldn't allow me to wallow in my sorrow. Reluctantly, I got up from the bed and headed
ANYAIt had been three months since we discovered that Vincenzo was still alive, and despite our best efforts, his whereabouts remained a mystery. Every day, his absence weighed heavily on my heart, and the longing to see his face again was a constant ache.The presence of our growing baby was the only thing that anchored me, preventing me from completely succumbing to despair. Nights were the hardest – the loneliness and grief seemed to intensify when the world was cloaked in darkness.I spent most of my time in the penthouse. It held memories of our time together, a place where our connection had deepened. It was where I saw him at his most vulnerable, and it was there that he touched my heart in ways I couldn't explain.The search for him consumed me, but no matter how hard I tried, his trail remained elusive.Standing before the mirror, I took in my reflection. My baby bump was gradually becoming more pronounced, a sign o
VINCENZOTHREE MONTHS LATERPain was all I could feel, a relentless ache that seemed to infiltrate every fiber of my being. The torment I endured was beyond anything I'd experienced before. Days melded into nights, a haze of suffering that blurred my sense of time.My body was a canvas of bruises, each one telling a story of brutality and torment. Dried blood streaked my arms and legs, a gruesome testament to the violence inflicted upon me. Nausea gnawed at my stomach, a constant companion in this hellish ordeal.I struggled to piece together the events that had led me here, to this nightmarish existence. The memories were fragmented, like shards of glass in my mind. One moment, I was driving, the world spinning around me. And then, I woke up in this wretched place – a grimy, dimly lit room that reeked of despair.The people responsible for my captivity were shrouded in masks that concealed their identities.
ANYAIn the days that followed, I worked on keeping that promise. I embraced the waves of sorrow when they came, allowing myself to grieve, but also learning to balance it with moments of self-care and determination.I had made a pact with myself – to ensure that our child knew about the incredible man who had filled my life with love. I would weave his memories into the fabric of our child's life, ensuring that Vincenzo would always be present in some way.But alongside the grief and the determination to honor his memory, there was a growing fire within me. A thirst for justice. Vincenzo's death had to be avenged. I was done with being a vulnerable pawn that others could exploit. I wanted answers, and I wanted those responsible to pay.And that began with finding Matteo. I needed to know where Vincenzo's body was laid to rest, to bid my final farewell. I searched for him, questioning everyone I could, until I finally found him down