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He huffs. “Sure.”
“I’m not.”
“How many twenty-one-year-old’s do you know who live the way you do?”
“I couldn’t say because I don’t know anyone my age. I don’t have any friends.”
“Sounds like a personal problem.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “No, it’s a controlling family problem.”
He doesn’t say another word until we arrive at the penthouse.
“Don’t try to leave again Anna. You won’t like what happens if you do.”
The door opens and I spot the same guard who was at the front door.
“Good evening, Mr. Vilulf.”
“Ensure Ms. Aakre makes it safely to her room.”
“Yes, sir.” He turns his attention to me. “Right this way, miss.”
I climb out of the SUV, following the guard. I don’t look back once, even though I want to. The guard is true to his word and leads me into Grandmama’s penthouse right to my bedroom.
“Goodnight, miss.”
“Wait.”
He stops.
“What’s your name?”
He turns and I let out a frustrated sound.
“Stop.”
He spins, facing me. “Yes, miss?”
“I’m hungry. Can you have something sent up?”
“I’m not allowed to do that, miss. You’ll have to speak to Mr. Vilulf or your mother.”
My cheeks flame, but I nod. “I will. Thank you.”
I close my door behind me and slide to the floor, my back to the door.
My life feels like it's spinning out of control, and I don’t know what to do to stop it. I brush the tears that escape. I’m an Aakre. I don’t cry. Instead, I push myself off the floor and go to my bathroom where I take a shower, washing away Odin’s scent from my skin.
He was right about one thing. The fact that I have no friends is a personal problem. One that I plan to change. With the upcoming wedding, there will be all sorts of respectable Mafia brides who I’ll be allowed to speak to. So that’s what I’m going to do. Grandmama and Mother won’t be able to say no, either. Alliances are what make this world go round. A girl can hope, after all.
7
Anna
My first thought when I wake up is that I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. I’m so hungover and everything hurts. The pain part mostly comes from Odin, and the way he threw me around his office. But I wasn’t complaining, was I? No, I egged him on, taunting him. My body heats. He said he was holding back, that I couldn’t handle everything he had to give, and the fucked-up part is I want to prove him wrong and show him that I can handle anything he has to give and more.
A knock on the door has me sitting, pulling the covers around my waist. My wrists are still pink from the cuffs, so I hide my hands in my lap.
