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"Papa, what did you do?" He punished not only Artem but two others as well.
"What I had to do, I don’t pay them to sit around and turn a blind eye to your behaviour.”
"Would it make a difference if I said I didn't want to marry him?" I knew it wouldn't, but I just wanted to hear it from him again.
“No, it wouldn’t. You’ve known about this marriage for three years now, and each day the answer has always been the same.” He knocked back the last of the amber liquid from his tumbler before carrying on his lecture.
“Anastacia, you know how important tonight is for both families. I need you to prove to them what an incredible woman you are. Show them what kind of wife you’ll be for their son.” His words might have softened, but he was still as enraged as he had been when I walked in.
"Stop behaving like he's a rare fuckinggift, because he isn't! Lorenzo Ricci is a well-known assassin, fighter, and, of course, a playboy. Doesn't that last one just roll off the tongue?"
How could my own flesh and blood behavethis way? He couldn't want me to marry someone like that, could he?
"Be careful of your words, Anastacia. You still live in my house, and as long as you do, you'll treat me with the same respect as before.” I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the situation.
“Franco and I hadmade this arrangement as soon as we found out your mother wasexpecting a girl, and there’s nothing I can do to change this now. And even if I could, I wouldn't. You’ll be good for one another, you’ll see.” His friendship, I supposed, was more important than his own daughter.
“I don’t need someone to be good for me. I’m pretty damn good on my own. Mark my words, Papa, he’ll need me more than I’ll ever need him.”
“You’ll become his princess, Anastacia.”
I’d heard enough, I couldn't listen to his bullshit anymore, so I stormed out of his office towards my bedroom.
Fuck being a princess. I’m already a motherfucking queen.
Power.
That was how I felt as I took another person's life with a bullet.
There was never a need for me to load my gun with more than one bullet. The reason being, I never missed.
Some would consider me a heartless human being,a cold-blooded killer. Did I give a fuck what people thought about me?
No, I didn’t.
I didn't become who I was by bowing down to others; rather, I became who I was as a result of them bowing down to me.
The Sicilian Mafia's future Don.
However, that title came with a hefty price tag. One that had weighed heavily on my mind, shoulders, and body since I was old enough to understand. I’d never understood what was going through my father's mind when he signed my fucking lifeaway.
To a woman who I’d heard could kill a man with her beauty alone.
Anastacia Fedorov.
Apparently, she would be the best thing for me, the perfect person to stand by my side when I became Don. Little did my father know, I didn’t require or desire a wife at all, let alone one to accessorise my arm.
I needed someone who could test me, who could give me a run for my money, who loved the chase as well as the thrill. How Anastacia Fedorov could be that woman, I had no idea.
“Clean this shit up, I have somewhere I need to be.” I lit a cigarette as I stood there, watching my men clean up the sorry excuse ofa man who lay in front of me.
“That’s right, Boss is about to get a little virgin pussy tonight. Let’s not make him wait longer than he’s already had to,” Red piped up as he hacked off another limb.
“If you don’t want to end up like our friend over there, then I’d suggest you watch your fucking mouth, Red.”
“So, let me get this straight… you’re not planning on tapping that ass tonight?” Red rose from his work, wiping the sweat from his brow,smearing it with blood. It almost matched his cherry-red mane, which was shaved on the side and pulled back into a manbun at the top.
“No, Red. I’m not planning on tapping that ass this evening. Trust me, I have no desire to tap it, either. She's just a pawn in a fucking arrangement.” I stubbed my cigarette on the floor beside our victim’s body.
