"I stitched up your cuts and bandaged them properly," Issy tells Anastasia, "They were quite deep so they'll take longer to heal,"
Anastasia nods as she pushes away Issy's hand, wincing as she sits up.
"You can leave now," I say, locking eyes with Anastasia. Issy opens her mouth to argue but must decide against it, standing up and walking out.
"What are you doing here Anastasia?" I ask, looking at her as I hold in a sigh.
"I already told you," she says in a bitter tone, visibly annoyed that I'm bringing this up again.
Regardless of what anyone says, there's still a nagging feeling that somethings wrong.
"How do I know you mean that?" I ask again, not caring how stubborn I sound right now.
"Why would I crawl over here for anything other than help?" she snaps, as if I'm wasting her time. As if she didn't just disrupt our night.
"You tell me Anastasia, didn't you try to kill me?" I spit out.
"And didn't you let me go?" she asks coldly, her eyes dark as my jaw locks.
I stand up and walk over to her, grabbing her non-injured arm as I drag her up.
I stride through the house, dragging her beside me as I take her downstairs to where our cells are; walking down the cold hallway before stopping at the end.
I punch in the code and open the door, pushing Anastasia into the cold room before I walk inside alongside her and shut the door.
"Sit," he order, trying not to roll my eyes as her head whip around to look at me.
"What am I? Some kind of fucking dog?" she grits out, her body shaking.
"Dogs don't talk they listen," I say coolly, softly pushing her towards the table.
I sit down on one of the chairs and watch as Anastasia takes the adjacent chair, sitting down with an annoyed look on her face.
"You're going to tell me everything, from start to finish, and if you don't, I will kill you," I say as calmly as I can, keeping my tone even as I place a gun on the table, keeping my eyes on hers.
She closes her eyes and takes in a breath before opening her mouth.
"About 2 months ago my Grandfather ordered me to kill you and your family. He's been targeting you for a while. I don't know why," she says, "I just carried out his orders because if I don't, he would kill me, but when you let me go I stopped my plans," her voice trails off, her eyes darting away from mine as if embarrassed.
"So it was all Leonardo's plan?" I asks, watching as she nods, her jaw locking as if my question annoyed her.
"How do I know this isn't part of your plan?" I ask coldly, unable to put my paranoia aside.
"What kind of psychopath would almost get killed and drag their ass over here for help as part of a fucking plan?" she snaps, her eyes dancing with anger as she glares at me.
"I don't know Anastasia, you tell me," I reply cooly.
Suddenly her jaw locks, "This little act of yours is getting fucking boring," she snaps, "Get your fucking act together before I actually do kill you," she hits the table with her fist as she stands up.
"Well aren't I a fucking monster for protecting my family," I shout back, hitting the table with both hands as I stands up to face her, towering over her as I seethe with rage.
"No you're being fucking ignorant! Put your fucking pride aside for a moment Vincenzo," she shouts again, her words making it obvious that I'm not the only one who's pissing her off right now.
"I'm just doing what you obviously were never capable of doing," I grit out, turning around and walking out of the room.
I ignore the cruelty in my own words as I lock the door, leaving her in the room.
I stop halfway down the hallway as I here a thud, followed by small cries.
I take a breath as I close my eyes, trying to ignore the pain I've inflicted on her as I continue walking.
I shouldn't feel sorry for her. She tried to kill me for fucks sake.
But for some reason I do. For some reason I want to go easy on her, to be kind to her and tell her I'd never actually hurt her.
And I hate that.
I hate that she's making me weak.
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RomanceAnastasia Mancini; everyone in the underworld knows her name, the Fiore Mortale. After her Grandfather murdered her parents, she was raised as his personal assassin, learning to kill without so much as a second thought. People fear her, men fall on...
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