Anna's POV
My head pounded as I came back to consciousness, a dull ache throbbing behind my eyes.
I blinked, my vision clearing just enough to catch sight of a man standing over me, his expression as cold as stone.
Panic set in, but I tried to keep it hidden, my eyes darting around the room. There were more men, rough, brutal-looking, and then my gaze landed on a particular one amongst them.
He sat apart from the others, watching, calm and unreadable. Unlike the others, he didn’t look at us with hostility. Instead, he seemed almost bored, a quiet authority radiating from his relaxed posture.
“Get up,” the man in front of me barked, grabbing my arm and yanking me to my feet. My heart raced, but I forced myself to stand steady.
"Please..." I wanted to speak but a stinging slap to my face stopped my words.
The man grabbed my chin, "You don't utter a sound unless you are asked." He said, shoving his scarred face in front of me.
"Wake the others," he commanded, his tone cold and dismissive.
The men obeyed immediately, moving through the room to where the other women lay unconscious. They shook each of them roughly until each woman woke up, blinking in confusion and fear.
"Stand up. All of you," he ordered again, his voice slicing through the air with authority.
Around me, the other women began to stir, each one rising unsteadily to her feet. They moved slowly, as though they feared any sudden motion might bring even worse consequences. One by one, they rose, heads lowered, hands trembling. Eyes wide and terrified.
I dared another glance at the man on the chair. He hadn’t moved, his expression unreadable as he watched, almost as if he were weighing us silently, detached from the brutality around him.
The sharp click of a lighter snapped my attention back to the man in front of me as he took a slow drag of his cigar.
Trying to muster some courage, I straightened. "If it’s money you’re after, you’re wasting your time with me. I don’t have any. So why don’t you just let me go?”
He raised an eyebrow, taking the cigar from his mouth, "Do I look like I give a damn about your money?"
Then he drew out a gun, and my chest tightened.
He studied me for a long moment, as if considering whether I was worth his time. Then, he shifted his gaze to the others.
“Strip. All of you,” he commanded, his voice like steel. “Now.”
The women around me stiffened, glancing at each other with wide, terrified eyes.
Our hesitation seemed to bore him. A sharp hiss escaped his lips.
The man’s eyes flicked back to me, narrowing. He tilted his head slightly, his expression darkening with annoyance.
He lifted the gun and fired at the girl beside me, sending a chill down my spine.
The gunshot echoed through the room. She crumpled to the floor, lifeless, her eyes still opened in shock.
The women stifled their gasps.
I covered my mouth to hold back my scream.
"I won't repeat myself," he said.
Some of the women, trembling, began to undress.
The men standing around smirked with hungry eyes as they were eager to watch.
The man with the gun twisted his lips, whistling in amusement as his gaze swept over us.
"Trying to act tough, huh?" he sneered, waving the gun inches from my face.
My hands shook as I slowly slipped off my Jacket, exposing just my arms and shoulders. I paused.
"That's as far as I can go." I Snapped, "I'd rather die than strip naked before you and your men."
The men around us chuckled, folding their arms as though watching a show.
His face twisted with anger and he snarled, "Death it is, then."
He raised his gun at me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the worst.
A gunshot rang out. I flinched, but felt nothing.
Then another shot, and another. Gasps echoed around me.
Opening my eyes, I saw the brutal man who'd held the gun lying lifeless.
Several others were shot too.
But the man who'd sat silently in the chair earlier, he was standing now.
Why had he saved me? Is he a special force?
He walked towards us, his gaze locked onto me.
A chill ran down my spine as he stopped in front of me, tilting his head slightly as he examined my arm.
"Where did you get that tattoo?" His voice was calm, but something in his eyes held me captive.
"It's been there since I was a kid," I replied, wondering what interest he had in my tattoo.
H looked directly into my eyes, and for a second, the fear in my chest stilled.
Without moving his head, he rolled his gaze toward the other ladies. "The rest of you can go."
They didn't hesitate. Each one grabbed her clothes, hurried out of the room.
As the other women ran out, my heart hammered in my chest, torn between fear and something I couldn’t quite place.
He was everything I should be terrified of, calmly holding a gun, his gaze intense.
But there was something about him that pulled me in, like the calm after a storm, dangerous yet strangely comforting.
I knew I should have been afraid. Every rational thought screamed for me to run, but something about his presence made it hard to move.
"What's about me?" I asked, still confused.
He shifted his gaze back to me, I felt my breath hitch.
His face was rough yet striking, with dark eyes that seemed to look right through me, his dark hair, falling over his forehead
"What's your name?"
I hesitated, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm... I'm Anna."
"Anna, come with me," he said, that smooth tone of his, so sure of obedience.
I stood rooted to the spot. "I'm not going anywhere with you," my voice steady.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly unamused. "Don’t test me," he warned.
I squared my shoulders, lifting my chin. "You can’t force me.
Before I could say another word, he lifted me onto his shoulders.
"Let go of me!" I screamed, twisting against his grip. "I’m not some prize you can just carry off!"
He walked straight out of the building, ignoring my pleas as though they were nothing more than background noise.
Outside, his men stood waiting by a luxurious black car, heads bowed and hands clasped, awaiting his orders.
Without a word, he handed me over to them. The men held me firmly, and before I could twist free, they wound thick tape around my wrists and pressed another strip across my mouth, muffling my protests.
My heart raced as I was lowered onto the seat of the car.
He slid in right beside me, unfazed by my muffled cries as he injected me with a tranquilizer. "Not again," I muttered,before I drifting off to sleep."
Anna's POVI slept through the night in a room he’d prepared for me in his mansion, but it felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. The memory of my father’s lifeless body, drenched in his own blood, haunted me. What about my sister? My mother? Were they safe? Did they even know I was gone?A fierce anger bubbled within me, directed at the man who had taken me against my will, my so-called “savior.” He was nothing but a demon in disguise, dragging me into a world I wanted no part of.A sharp knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts. Before I could even gather my rage, it swung open, and two young maids stepped in, their heads bowed.“Good morning, miss,” one of them said softly. “We’ve brought breakfast. Master requests that you put this on and join him in the main hall when you’re ready.”“Requests?” I spat, “More like demands. Why should I even think about doing anything he says?”They exchanged worried glances, but I didn’t care. I crossed my arm
Damon glanced at his wristwatch, his patience thinning. "She should be out by now, it's been over ten minutes."“Master,” Tiger spoke up, a sly smile playing at his lips. “Is she the one?” Damon asked, his eyes scanning for answers. “Yes, boss, she’s Kane Blackwood’s daughter," He said with a grin on his face."Good; this is the perfect opportunity for us, a direct line to Blackwood territory.” Damon smiled, turning his face to the direction of Anna's room.Tiger’s grin widened. “So, do we call him? Let him know we have his little princess?”“Not yet,” Damon replied sharply."There’s no need to rush. Kane doesn’t even know she’s here.” His voice lowered.A dark smile played at the corners of his mouth. “Once she’s mine in every way, with my seed in her womb, then we’ll make the call. By then, Blackwood will be begging to meet my terms.”He took a step toward the stairs, his tone icy with control. “Tell the men I’m not to be disturbed.”Tiger gave a respectful nod, “Understood, boss
Anna's POVI held my breath, caught between terror and confusion, trying to figure out what had made him stop.He sat down in front of me, his eyes fixed on my nearly bare body, save for my torn underwear.I quickly tried to cover myself with the shredded fabric, tears streaming down my face, but he barely seemed to notice.Lighting a cigar, he took a long drag, letting the smoke swirl around us before his gaze returned to me.“You think I’m a bad person, don’t you?” he asked, voice low.Anger surged through me. "You're a monster," I shot back, my voice thick with fury and fear.He chuckled, a sound without warmth. “A monster?” he murmured, as if amused. “So, that means you’re terrified of me, yes?”I clenched my jaw, refusing to respond. Yes, fear was coursing through me, but I’d never let him know that. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction."Please, just let me go," I whispered, my voice trembling as tears continued to fall. "I'm nothing—just some low-life
“What’s wrong?” Damon asked, his hands casually tucked in his pockets, though his gaze was serious.“It’s... it’s about the men you killed, boss,” the man stammered, swallowing hard. “The ones you took down the day you... took her.”Damon tilted his head slightly, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “And? Are they back from the dead?”“No, boss,” the man replied quickly, his voice shaky. “But their don... he’s saying it was an act of war. Claims you took his property, his words, not mine, when you took the girl.”Damon gave a short laugh, reaching over and brushing a speck of dust from the man’s shoulder, his touch light yet somehow unnerving.“Tell me,” he said, his voice dangerously soft, “which clan does this ‘don’ belong to?”“The Manzoni clan, boss,” he answered, a flicker of dread in his eyes.Damon arched a brow, his lips curling into a faint smirk. “The Manzoni clan, hmm? I’ve heard of their reputation. Apparently, no one crosses them and lives to tell the tale.”The man shifted,
Anna's POV "I'm not sure I want to bring him down, love," she said softly, her eyes filled with something I couldn't quite place. "But I do want to help you. I want you to be happy." I let out a dry chuckle, "You barely know me, and yet you care about my happiness?" She smiled faintly, her gaze distant, as if looking at something, or someone, far away. "You remind me a lot of my lover. She was just like you." Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, I didn’t know what to say. There was a rawness to her tone that chipped away at my defenses, even as I tried to keep my walls up. "I'm sorry about that," I said softly, unsure of how else to respond. Her lips curled into a bitter smile. "She fell in love with a man and abandoned me for him. They eventually got married, but she died when her husband's enemies came for him." The weight of her story hit me hard, and I felt a pang of guilt for my earlier distrust. No one deserved pain like that. "I’m really sorry," I said ag
Damon sat in his leather chair, hands clasped together, eyes locked on the man before him. The dim light cast shadows across the room, and the muffled sounds of the club outside were swallowed by the soundproof walls."What news have you brought from the Manzoni Clan?" Damon asked, his voice calm, almost too calm.The man hesitated, sniffing the air nervously before stepping closer. "The Don refuses to accept any offer for the girl," he said, his tone shaky. "He says you have until tomorrow to return her, and if you refuse..." He hesitated again, shifting under Damon's cold stare. "He threatens to sever your head from your neck."The leather chair creaked softly as Damon leaned back, his gaze still locked on the man before him. His voice, though calm, carried a deadly finality. “Nothing, absolutely nothing, can take Anna away from me. Not even the Manzoni Clan.”His fingers drummed lightly on the desk, the rhythm measured, deliberate. He exhaled slowly, as if reining in a storm of an
Anna's POVThe loud beat of the club's music hit me the moment I stepped out of the car,.The neon lights flashed the night in hues of purple and blue. Bonnie stepped out beside me, her expression unreadable, but there was a calmness to her that I envied.I wasn’t calm. My heart was racing, and every instinct in me screamed to run. But where would I go?Bonnie must have observe my hesitation because she placed a hand on my shoulder, “You’ll be fine,” she said, her voice soft but confident. “Just stick with me.”I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Is Damon inside?” My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to.“Yes,” Bonnie replied, her gaze steady. “But remember, you’re with me. He won’t hurt you.”Her words were meant to reassure, but they didn’t. Damon didn’t need to hurt me physically to terrify me. His presence alone was enough to make my skin crawl.We walked toward the entrance, the bouncers stepping aside without a word, their eyes respectfu
Anna's POVBonnie’s expression softened, but her eyes remained sharp, unwavering. “You might think you’re weak, just because you’re a woman,” Her voice steady but firm. “But let me tell you the truth—Damon may be powerful, a ruthless Don, but the moment he married you, he made himself vulnerable. You are his weakness.”I blinked, stunned by her words, unsure if I should feel empowered or terrified.Bonnie continued, her tone measured. “While everyone else here is fighting to conquer the world for Damon, your only task is simpler—conquer Damon himself. You already have the position. All you need now is the skill.”I shifted in my seat, my pulse quickening. “And what if I don’t have that skill?”Bonnie’s lips curled into a faint smile, “That’s where I come in,” she said. “I’ll teach you how to survive, how to play the game. But you have to trust me.” I wasn’t sure if I trusted her, but if Damon’s world was as dangerous as she said, I had no choice but to l
"You need to let me leave. I have to talk to my sister," Kate said, her tone sharp as she lit a cigarette."You need to take a chill pill, princess. I just saved your life—the least you can do is show a little gratitude," Ghost replied, taking a slow drag from her cigarette.She extended it toward Kate. "Here. Take this. It'll calm your nerves."Kate flinched, her expression twisting in disgust. "I'm good," she said, brushing it off and dropping onto the edge of the bed. Her eyes wandered around the small hotel room, searching for any sign of comfort.Ghost smirked, leaning back against the wall. "Don't worry—Damon will be here soon.""Who's Damon?" Kate asked, her brows furrowed.Ghost was about to respond when a knock echoed through the room. She paused, flashing Kate a sly smile before pushing off the wall and striding to the door."You'll find out," Ghost said, opening it.Damon stepped inside, his sharp gaze sweeping the room before locking onto Kate. He studied her in silence fo
Anna's POV"Bonnie, thank you so much for this. I can't imagine how I would've coped without you," I said as we made our way to my mother's ward.The elevator seemed to drag as it climbed to the 25th floor, the tension in my chest tightening with every passing second."You're welcome, Anna," Bonnie replied, her tone warm but laced with seriousness. She took a sip of her coffee and added, "But if I may suggest, I think it's time you started making some power moves."I turned to her, frowning slightly. "Power moves?" My voice came out quieter than I intended, but before she could respond, the elevator dinged, announcing our arrival.The doors slid open, and we stepped into the bustling corridor filled with doctors, nurses, and visitors hurrying past us.I hesitated for a moment, then blurted out the question that had been gnawing at me. "Do you think I should tell my mom about my contract marriage?"Nervousness swirled inside me, tightening my throat as I wait
"Boss, are you sure you want to do this?" Tiger asked, his voice tinged with concern as he stepped closer to Damon.Damon didn’t flinch, his gaze cold and unyielding."First, you killed your Capos, then the Manzoni Don. Killing him would spark a war with the Scorpion Clan," Tiger continued, his words deliberate, hoping to get through to Damon.Damon's eyes narrowed, his expression hard as stone. "Are you trying to say I'm going crazy?" he asked, his voice low but laced with an edge that warned Tiger to choose his words wisely."No, boss," Tiger said quickly, shaking his head. "I'm just worried this girl might be bad business." He hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "She has only brought us trouble.""You do know that girl is my wife now, don't you?" Damon said, his voice cold, "She's part of the family, and I'll protect her with everything I've got."Tiger bowed his head immediately, sensing the finality in Damon's tone. "Yes, boss. Forgive me."Damon’s jaw tightened
Anna's POV "Are you the animal that's disturbing the peace of my territory?" Damon asked, folding his arms, his eyebrows furrowed in irritation.The sound of his voice instantly calmed the storm inside me, my fear easing as I realized I wasn’t alone.The man turned away from me, his face twisted in rage as he faced Damon. "I'll leave your territory, Damon, but not before I deal with this ant for daring to interfere in my business."I froze, the insult slicing through me, but Damon only smiled—a cold, lethal smile that sent a shiver down my spine. "Call her a fish again," he said, his voice low and menacing, "and I will cut out your tongue."The man’s eyes narrowed, trying to maintain his bravado. "You might be a Don, but you don’t want trouble with my father. He’s not someone you can mess with, so watch your tongue." I watched as he snarled, jabbing a finger in Damon’s direction.I didn't expect what happened next—it all happened so fast.Damon’s fist connec
Anna's POVI entered the club, the usual chaos muted by the early hour, the atmosphere quieter but still filled with people. One of the bouncers noticed me immediately, his heavy steps bringing him closer.“You shouldn’t be out in the open like this, ma’am. It’s dangerous. Where are your escorts?” His tone was firm but respectful.“I don’t need an escort,” I snapped, my nerves fraying. “Where’s Bonnie?”He hesitated for a moment, then answered, “She’s in a meeting with the strippers. This way, ma’am. You can wait for her in the VIP section.”Without waiting for my response, he led the way, his broad frame ensuring no one approached. When we reached the VIP section, he signaled to a waitress nearby.“Attend to the Doña,” he ordered, bowing slightly before leaving.Doña.The word clung to me, foreign and suffocating. Was that what I had become? A title, an extension of Damon’s power? My mind raced, but I kept a stern face as the waitress placed a glass of cham
Anna's POVI watched as my father staggered toward us, a bottle clutched in his trembling hand, his bloodshot eyes locked on my frail mother. His voice slurred with venom, "I'm going to kill you," he spat, taking another swig from the bottle.My chest tightened with a surge of anger. Not tonight. I wouldn’t let him treat her like his punching bag again."Leave my mother alone!" I shouted, my voice trembling but resolute."No, sweetheart, stay out of this," my mother pleaded, her voice weak and trembling as she rose unsteadily from the chair."No, Mom," I said, stepping in front of her, my arms spread wide, shielding her. "I won't let him hurt you. Not anymore."My father’s lips curled into a cruel sneer. "You?" he growled, his words thick with rage. "I'll kill you if you don’t get out of my way."Before I could react, he lunged. The bottle smashed against the side of my head with a sickening crack, the shattering glass echoing through the room like a gun
"I knew that bastard was up to something," Mario growled, his voice seething with rage as he clenched his right hand into a fist. His glare pierced through the dim light, locking onto the woman before him. He pointed at the bound girl. "This lady here happens to be Anna's sister, Kate," he said, though his eyes never left the imposter. "If she says she doesn’t know you, then you’re not Anna. So who the hell are you?"The woman’s lips curled into a cold smile as she slowly raised a gun, pointing it directly at him. "Damon sends his regards."Kate’s eyes widened in horror, her breath hitching as she stared at the weapon aimed at Mario.Mario didn’t flinch. Instead, he chuckled darkly, "A hitman? I didn’t think Damon would stoop so low.""Untie her," the woman commanded, her voice steady, the gun unwavering in her grip.Mario sneered. "You’re a fool if you think you can leave here alive. My men will be on you the moment you pull that trigger.""And you’re a fool if you think I came her
"I paid you to infiltrate the Donatello Clan," Mario growled, his voice sharp as a blade. "Get close to their Don, Damon. But all you’ve done is fuck him and come back with stories about how big his dick is." He spat on the floor, his eyes burning with disdain as he glared at Rose. Rose smirked, unfazed by his fury. "You paid me to get close, and I did—thanks to my tight pussy," she said, "If you want more information, you'll have to pay extra." Mario’s face darkened, his lips curling into a snarl. "Say one more word about your pussy," he hissed, "and my dick will be the next thing it feels." His brows furrowed, daring her to test him. Mario Manzoni, the ruthless Don who had murdered his own brother to claim power, stood like a coiled serpent, ready to strike. His twisted lips, a result of facial palsy, only heightened his monstrous appearance, making him look like a failed experiment in cruelty. Rose held her tongue, the silence stretching between them. Ever since she'd sta
Anna's POVMy heart pounded in my chest as I took in the sight of him, lounging in his chair like a king in his throne. His legs were casually crossed on the desk, hands clasped behind his head. The top buttons of his black shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest. He looked utterly at ease, as if he had nothing to fear from anyone.I had to admit it—Damon was devastatingly attractive. His piercing dark eyes, sharp and unrelenting, locked onto me, and I felt their heat sear through my defenses. His wicked smile curled slowly, as if he could devour me whole with just a look."Are you too stunned to say anything?" I asked, my voice steady, though I had no idea where the sudden boldness had come from. For a fleeting moment, I thought I had caught him off guard.His smile widened, a predator savoring the moment. "Are you too stunned to come closer?" he countered.I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks. He was enjoying this—no, savoring it. He w