When Anastasia and Liam Kingsley were taken, they were severely injured but not dead. The French mafia kept them in containment, in a steel room. They were tortured, starved, beat, raped, whipped.
They made a plan.
It took years.
It was fucking w...
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Anastasia Kingsley POV
"Why are the trunks in sports cars so small?" I whined, stomping my feet knowing that I wouldn't be able to fit all this unnecessary free stuff wouldn't fit in the car.
I rolled at the small trunk and turned to the kids who were giving me a pointed look, "Stop acting like a child! We need to hurry before Louis wakes up and uncle Liam gets really mad."
That's still creepy.
"Fine, start putting this in for me. I need to do something really fast." I smiled at them as they rolled their eyes. I took my phone and disabled all cameras that had the car on surveillance and us and went inside the grocery store since no one still came.
"Tristian! Tristan!" I sang loudly, looking for him and his orange ass.
I heard small footsteps going away from me as I smirked, following them as I made sure he didn't hear me.
"Really? You locked the door? Come on!" I scoffed, kicking the wooden door with my boots, waiting as it made a thump on the floor, wooden splinters hitting the floor as I stepped over it.
"Really? You thought you could treat a woman like that and I wouldn't give a shit? You guessed wrong dickhead." I scoffed, following the footsteps as I saw the ugly head of that asshole.
"I-I'm s-sorry pl-please just let me g-go!" He pleaded as he got on his knees.
"How about? No! The only reason your alive right now is cause my nephews are innocent little kids but you pissed them off. Anyways I gotta go so..." I shot the silencer as I saw his head explode, blood leaking as he payed lifeless on the floor.
"Disgusting bitch." I muttered, leaving the room and skipping back to the car as I saw nothing left in the cart.
"Where did everything go?" I raised a perfect brow.
"In the car," they answered in unison, both sitting in the passengers seat, both buckling the seat belt.
"Okay..." I trailed as I hoped into the drivers seat, turning on the engine and putting on the seatbelt, backing up onto the roads as my phone rings.
"Kids, get my phone from the dashboard and put it on speaker or chuck yourself out of the car." I asked as I saw multiple cars swerving so I could drive faster.
"ANA! Get your fucking ass in this house!" Liam's angry voice came on speaker as I sighed, annoyed at this asshole.
"Or what?" I ask as the boys flinch at the scream that leaves Liam's mouth. "And stop being loud I'm driving."
"Fine, but turn the phone off speaker," he said as Adonis put the phone on my shoulder, covering his ears along with his brother.
"What?" I yawned, bored as fuck as I swerved through the ugly white cars that all looked the same.
