Perfectly broken

Chapter 13

Anastasia's pov:

I am still on the same position since Dante left two minutes ago. Laying of the floor, I am just staring at the ceiling trying to process what he just said.

« Tell him to send them over. I want them here by tomorrow. » His words echo in my head.

Mierda.

I am certain that he is testing my father's loyalty. He wants to know if Papa is in his side for real or he is just playing with him.

I must admit that it is quiet an intelligent move from Dante's part. If I were in his shoes, I would  certainly do the same thing.

The problem is that Papa will not like these news at all. It's true that we have that amount of armoury in our depots that we keep stocked to needy times, but now we have to hand them to Dante.

I get off the floor. My clothes are full of sweat. I need to head back home to shower and get off these dirty clothes.

I find Novio by the door of the boxing room.

"So at the end you did against what I told you and you went to him although I told he was mad. Dante rarely controls himself when his is angry. He was capable of hurting you." He says as soon as he sees me.

"As if I would be scared if him. In this life, you should know that I fear no one. By the way, why are you here ? Let me guess He told you to drive me to the house."

He nods and he says: "Yup. Since you fought with the guards this morning and both of them suffer from a broken leg and an injured arm thanks to you. So, I will be your bodyguard for today."

Since Dante insisted that the guards stay, I decided to kick the ass of each man he sends to guard me.

"Sorry Nevio but if you want to return back home tongiht safe and sound you need to stay here."

"Do you hate me Anastasia ?" He asks out of no where.

"No why ?" I question.

"Because Dante would kill me if I don't do as he says." I roll my eyes at him. Everyone here is scared of Dante except for me and Greta, who is so obsessed with him. Maybe Antoinette also.

"Nah he loves you he won't do it."

"Dante loves me. Please stop kidding me." He laughs. "That man loves one thing in this life, and it's not love it's more like an obsession with his work."

After spending fifteen minutes convincing Nevio to return back home by myself, I get out off the Bella Luna. As soon as I get on my car, I unlock my phone and I compose papa's number.

I don't know how much time passed while I was staring at the screen of my phone between my hands, before I catch my courage and I press on the green button to call him.

He answers almost immediately.

"Hola Papa." I manage to say. (Hey dad, Spanish)

"Hola hija. Qué tal ?" (Hello daughter. How are you doing?,Spanish)

I close my eyes and take a deep breath in before blowing up the news: "I have bad news."

I already imagine him reaching for his pocket
to get his box of cigarettes and lit one. It is a nasty habit both my dad and husband share.

"Dante wants you to give him 15 000 arms." I finally say.

"¿ Qué ? ¡ Es imposible ! Tu marido es loco." He says surprised by what I just said. (What ? This is impossible ! You're husband is insane)