He rolled his eyes at me and she bared her teeth at him. “What do you think happened? She tried to jump.” Fucking girl.
“I got ‘er.” I slid in as he slid out on the other side while she spat and cussed at me. “I’m gonna wash your mouth out with soap.”
I heard all about my questionable birth and lineage on my way to the restaurant, in between struggling to put the new shirt on her. “Quit it Anastasia before I put you over my knee. You can go back to fighting after I cover you up okay.” I pulled the shirt over her head and eased the torn one out from under it. She fussed with it until it was the way she wanted it and then sat back fuming again. Seems to be all she knows.
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ANASTASIA
Damn, I hope dad hurries up and give this guy whatever it is that he wants before I make a complete fool of myself. Of course I knew who he was, well not at first I didn’t, but as soon as his henchman called him Dray I kind of figured it out. He was ‘the’ Draco Santorini, billionaire bad boy, rumored thug and the guy most of the women in our city were out to bag.
How did little old me get caught in his web? Whatever it was, I had to keep a cool head on my shoulders. I couldn’t let on that he got to me, that he made my stupid little girl heart beat out of control, he’d already taken liberties no one else ever had, no point in me helping him along on his way to my virginity by mooning over him.
It was one thing to gush over his pics in the tabloids, and quite another to let him see that his nearness made me weak.
“Stasia, I like it.”
“My name is Anastasia.”
“I heard, I like Stasia better, sounds more intimate, like the kind of thing a man would call his woman while he’s doing her.” How am I supposed to keep up this charade of indifference if he keeps saying things like that?
“That’s never going to happen, my dad will take care of this little situation.”
“You really think I’m afraid of that fuck don’t you?” before I could answer he rolled down the divider. “Change of plans boys, take us to the Bistro.”
They looked back and forth between us before breaking into laughter. I didn’t get the joke; the Bistro was my dad’s place.
Chapter 6
DRACO
We pulled up outside the restaurant and I helped her out. She seemed a little excited as if she thought I was bringing her here to give her back, I hated to disappoint her, but whatever, I’ll make it up to her. What the fuck?
I guess Chase had called in the troops since we were heading into enemy territory, because my boys pulled up burning rubber right behind us. I could only roll my eyes and shake my head. They still didn’t get it; Draco wasn’t scared of one fuck.
I’d walk into the midst of my enemies and not break a sweat. In fact that was one of the ways I’d proven myself in the beginning. Now the fucks that were gunning for me back then shake in fear when they hear my name.
I held her elbow to keep her by my side when she started to move ahead. I wasn’t in the mood to shoot anyone else today, best if I keep her close. The evening crowd was now settling down to their Bolognese and shit when we walked.
Those who knew what was what started to get twitchy at the sight of me, and that was before my crew stepped through the door. I saw one spit shine motherfucker eyeing us up and down before he got brave enough to approach. I noticed his eyes were dead set on what’s mine though, and I didn’t like that shit one fuck. I relaxed my stance and waited for whatever the fuck was gonna throw out there.
“Anastasia, what are you doing with him?”
“What the fuck?” I grabbed the preppy fuck by the neck and shook.
“Stop it, let him go.” She tried grabbing my arm and pulling me off the fuck. Something about her protecting him made my vision blur. I’ve never been that close to murder without a cause before, but in that second her care for him almost cost him his life.
“What is he to you? I asked you a fucking question. What the fuck is he to you?” My boys started flexing just in case some shit jumped off, but I wasn’t worried. If she gave me the wrong answer I’d snap his fucking neck.
“Nothing, he’s no one.” Probably just one of her dad’s lackeys! Cool I’ll let him live, maybe.
“You’re lucky cockroach, now get the fuck out my vision before I end your stupid ass for breathing.” He scurried away with his feathers ruffled. Looks like Draco had made himself one more enemy. I give less than a fuck.
The maitre’d came forward to seat us, but I walked right by his ass and chose the best table in the place. I didn’t look left or right as we moved through the room with all eyes on us. I seated her first before grabbing a seat.
Nervous ass Chase stood at my shoulder when we sat down; fucking guy is always worried about some shit.
“Chase, sit down.”
“Son.”
“Chase, sit down.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
I didn’t need protection from this fuck. If he started shit with me I’ll embarrass him in front of his little girl. Him and I both know that he was no match for me. Where his vengeance ends mine is only just beginning, I don’t stop, everyone knows this. That’s why I was so surprised that he’d even crossed me in the first place.
It looked like his spies were on their game because we were barely seated before he came in and walked over with his goons. Mr. Big-shot, tough guy.
“I’m not ready to deal with you Felix get the fuck gone.”
“I’m not leaving without her.” He’s funny as fuck; too bad I wasn’t in the mood.
“I’ll put a bullet right between your fucking eyes and don’t spend a day in jail for your dumb ass, now step the fuck off.” Now why would he put himself in this fucked up position, not only in front of his kid, but his men?
He got a pained look on his face and his little princess looked like she was giving serious thought to popping me one. She made as if to get up and I hit her with the Santorini look. That shit’s more deadly than a stiletto, or so I’ve been told.
“You move we’re gonna have a problem.” She looked at him with tears in her eyes and I almost felt sorry for him, but then I remembered what the fuck had done and that shit died a quick death. I didn’t like that I was hurting her though, and fuck if I wasn’t starting to see how the fuck mom had tied dad in knots all these years. These females are some sneaky fucks.
I waited until her fuck of an old man was gone before turning back to her.
“You good, you know who’s running this shit now or do you still need convincing?” I wasn’t expecting an answer and I didn’t get any, just a cute pout that made me wanna fuck.
“Good let’s bounce.”
The place was as still as a mausoleum as we got up to leave. I didn’t take her hand but instead wrapped one of mine around her nape and led her out into the night.
“You satisfied now, you know who has the bigger dick? Sweet let’s go eat.”
She sat as far away from me as possible in the back of the car and I let her. No matter what I thought if him, he was her dad and she obviously loved the deranged fucker. I didn’t let her displeasure stress me too much, I wasn’t expecting her to just fall under my spell in a few hours, I needed to giver her the dick for that to happen, it never fails.
She jumped at my bark of laughter out of nowhere. Sometimes my mind amazes the fuck out of me.
We finally made it to one of my places where everyone went into action as soon as they saw me coming. Who knows what the fuck they were doing before I arrived. She got her fair share of looks, it wasn’t everyday Draco walked in with the pussy, they usually showed up after I was seated, and usually at the most inopportune time.
“Good evening Mr. Santorini, it’s a pleasure to have you here.” If it is such a pleasure why the fuck are you stuttering? I don’t know where people learn this fear of me when I haven’t done shit to them. “Roberto, I cleaned you up off the streets and gave you a job, why the fuck are you afraid of me?”
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br /> “Oh Mr. Santorini sir, one hears things.” He sat us with a flourish and beckoned the server over. Roberto is one of my projects I guess you can say, one of those less fortunate that had come under my radar and was marked for death. But when I found out that he was stealing from my place because he was hungry, I’d got him the best hotel room in the city instead of putting a bullet in his head.
Now one year later, he has his own place and had turned out to be one of the most loyal fucks I’d ever known. But still he was always afraid, I guess because he remembered the feel of cold steel against his temple. My bad.
“You still on mute babe?” The others had left us alone since there was no danger of anything happening to me here in my own lair and she was still pouting. “I’m talking to you chick.” The look she gave me could peel paint.
Fine, I ordered the seafood linguini for both of us and sat back to study her. She really was a gorgeous little thing with her feisty ass. “Stop pouting your old man’s still alive isn’t he?” Maybe that wasn’t the right tack damn, she all but growled at me. This is the thing that gets me about females, she knows she can’t take me, but she’s still giving me shit.
“Eat your food Anastasia.” Her spoiled ass was still pouting.
“I’m not hungry.” She pushed the plate away and folded her arms like she was grown.
“Seriously, you want me to feed your ass in front of all these people?” I started to lift her fork to her mouth but she snatched it out of my hand. Testy.
We ate in silence until we were done and it was time to go. My dick was just waiting even as I contemplated giving her more time. It might be fun to play with the pussy some first, like maybe for a day or two. I’ve never invested that much time in a female before, I usually knew within the first hour if they were gonna get it or not.
The same as with her I guess, the only difference is, I never imagined doing them for more than a fortnight, her I couldn’t imagine letting go. Fucking Felix probably set my ass up with this shit. “You ready? Let’s go.”
I could feel her nervousness as we walked out of the place. The sun had gone down and she knew she wasn’t going home tonight. The part of me that was reserved for the women in my family, the only give in me, was activated. I wanted to protect her as much as fuck her. I think I need to go get my head checked or some fuck.
She totally flipped the second we were behind the doors of my mansion. I should’ve known she was gearing up for something, I saw it in her as I was putting her fuck of an old man in his place. She did some kind of maneuver that I was sure she’d learned on a Dojo’s mat and came at me hard.
I barely had time to counter her move and jump back out of the line of fire. I was so shocked by this shit that I left myself open for a hot second and she caught me one in the middle. Dammit, and I was just about to play the gallant and let her pussy alone at least for tonight. Oh well, this works for me too.
“You sure you wanna do this little girl?” I took my time removing my jacket and rolling up my sleeves as she circled me like a prizefighter. “I’m going to kick your ass and then I’m gonna light your house on fire with you in it asshole.”
“All that, and pray tell what the fuck am I supposed to be doing when all this is going on?” She’s nuts! Whatever she was, she folded her fists and took her stance. How the fuck can I defend myself against such cuteness.
“Come on Prince, let’s see what you’ve got.” That stopped me in my tracks. “You knew who I was?” She would have to if she knew that name, the little sneak. Her ‘shit’ confirmed it for me. Well now.
“It doesn’t matter, I’m going to be the one to take you down you cazzo.”
“Hey whoa whoa whoa, watch your mouth.”
“A fanabla porca miseria.”
“Wait, why are we talking in Italian again?” She shook her head as though she hadn’t realized she’d been doing that shit.
“Oh, you break into the old language when you’re scared huh.” She took a jab at me; I guess talking was over. She cussed at me with words my mama would’ve cut out my tongue for saying as she tried her best to pummel me into dust. I let her get a few shots in here and there, just to make her feel good, but when the insults got out of hand I decided it was time to reel her in.
“Intro culo di mammata.”
“Hey now, leave mom out of this, she’s going to be the grandmother of all your precious babies.”
“Ma’va te ne a fanculo. Pompinara. Dirty mouthes little thing.
“Hey.” I caught her next move and pulled her into me. That scent was enhanced either by fear or by the sweat she’d worked up fucking with me. Either way it was doing some fucked up shit to my insides and my dick, who was already enjoying the show and waiting for his turn, was all but leaking down my leg.
We grappled all the way up the stairs where I had a hell of a time carrying her over my shoulder while she kicked and screamed at me. I dropped her on my bed and she bounced right back up before I mushed her face back down.
“Strip.” I started to take my clothes off, they were suddenly very constrictive and I’d fucked around long enough. I figure the sooner I get this shit out of the way, the less fear she’d have. There was no question that we were fucking. Only an act of divine intervention could keep me out of her now.
She tried scrambling away from me but I pulled her back by her leg. I suddenly realized what the fuck I was doing and dropped her leg like a hot potato before stepping back
I was going at this shit all wrong. She looked at me warily when I sat on the bed and left her alone while removing the rest of my shit.
She sat up and pulled at her shirt to bring it back down and I got up to go into the bathroom. My dick was ready to revolt, but I needed to regroup and come at this thing another way.
“Where are you going?” Well now. I didn’t look back just kept going. Now see, I’m a very observant fuck, I have to be in my line of work. So I knew she was more interested than she was letting on.
My trick now was making her be the one to beg for it. It might not be easy because this one’s got anger issues or some fuck, but I wasn’t worried.
“To the restroom why, you needed something?” She looked at me like I was nuts and tried her best to hide her disappointment. Gotcha.
I made myself stay in the bathroom for five minutes before going back to her. She was still sitting where I’d left her, looking confused as fuck.
***
ANASTASIA
Why is he toying with me? I just know that that’s what he’s doing. I kept him in my vision out the corner of my eye as he came back from the bathroom and moved around the room.
His shirt was all the way off, and his pants were undone a little so that I could see the beginning of his pubic hair. For some odd reason, looking at it made me feel overheated, and my mouth was suddenly dry.
Even though he wasn’t looking at me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was stalking me somehow, like a big cat shadowing its prey. Way too much National Geographic.
I kept him in my sight as I got up from the bed, and when he didn’t try to stop me I hustled it into the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face.
I’m pissed at him and attracted at the same time, which is very confusing for me. I don’t know what’s going on with him and my dad, but I find myself torn between my new attraction and my loyalty to my dad.
Back in the bedroom he was laying back on the bed flicking through channels on the big ass TV that was actually the whole wall.
I was so mesmerized by the sight that I forgot and walked over and sat next to him. He didn’t even look, just kept his focus on the channels as they went by.
What game is he playing now I wonder? “Can I sleep in another room?”
“No.” Just that one word, no other explanation. I don’t know what was wrong with me, but I didn’t like the way he was ignoring me. How could he just go from hot to cold so fast?
Whatever the reasons it pissed me off, he pissed me off and I flu
ng myself off the bed and headed for the door. I heard his ‘this fucking girl’ before I felt his hands on me pulling me back.
I hid the smile even as I wondered what the hell I was doing.
Chapter 7
DRACO
“What did I say?” I still didn’t do anything more than pull her back to the bed and left her while I went back to watching the screen.
There was a huge shift in the room, I could smell her and I was sure she had no idea, or was it just that I was somehow in tuned with her scent?
There was a new spiciness that I knew was her body preparing itself for mine, her mate. Where the fuck...? Ever since I laid eyes on this one my thoughts have been fucked.
Even though we weren’t moving, I had the sense that we were both circling each other. I also realized that she didn’t like me ignoring her, I decided to test that theory because I could be wrong.
I turned my back on her and pretended an interest in the shit that was going on on the wall. I had no idea what the fuck I was looking at, none.
But I was very highly aware of her breathing, and of her eyes on me even though she was undercover with her shit.
She fidgeted around some until she got comfortable. Meanwhile my body was strung tight, ready to spring.
“I want to go home.” Here we go. My heart started racing like a fucking teenager’s as I turned my full attention on her.
“I’m thinking that’s not gonna happen.” I didn’t say the ‘ever’ that reverberated through my head out loud but I accepted the shit for what it was.
I have to remind myself to kick Chase’s ass for this. My wife was supposed to be a sweet, biddable old-fashioned girl who knew nothing about the life, and had never sworn a day in her life.
Not this hair trigger harpy with the acid tongue and rattlesnake mean disposition. I also wasn’t going to get the revenge I’d set out to get on her fuck of a dad, because I wasn’t about to harm a hair on her pretty as fuck little head.
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