Perfectly broken

Chapter 23

Dante's pov:

The next day, I wake up with Anastasia curled right next to me. Her head is leaning on the back pillow of the couch. Our hands are stills attached to the handcuffs.

I have fallen asleep last night after I made sure that her breathing is even and she is no longer awake. Last night, was the first time I slept in almost a week, knowing that I finally have Malia.

I check the time on my phone. It's almost seven in the morning.

I can't resist the urge to look at Anastasia. My eyes are drawn to her. Damn she is so beautiful. The morning light carreses gently her skin, bringing my attention to her freckles. This is the first time I notice them. Her cheeks are a shade of pink that makes me want to press a kiss on them.

I extend my hand to tuck behind her ear a lock of her hair that have fallen over her closed eyes, allowing me to have a better look at her face. Although I want to look away, I am captivated by her. I keep staring at her, memorizing the lines of her face. I don't think I can get enough from looking at her.

I am so close that I can smell her. God she smells so good like always. I wonder how it would feel to burry my nose on her neck and fill my lungs with her scent.

I smile at the thought that this woman is so different from the one I actually maried and I live with. In this moment, she looks so angelic. Though I am sure that as soon as will she will wake up, we will start arguing and she will be nagging at me.

I have to get up and go get ready. A long day is ahead of me. Today we are going to transfer Malia to Marcello's house. For now, she will stay there until I figure out what do to with her.

Actually I was surprised when Marcello stepped in and offered to welcome her in his house. I knew that he valued a lot his personal space and didn't want anyone to interfere in it. I don't know what made him change his mind about it. He said that he will keep a close eye on her and I trust him to do it. He is well-trained. So in case of an attact or any kind of trouble from Pakhan he will know how to handle the situation better than any other one of my soldiers.

I look back at Anastasia. She is still so peacefully sleeping. I can't risk waking her up just to go with me to my office to get a hold of the keys to the handcuffs, so that I can free us.

Fuck. When did I turn out into this man ? Why do I even are if she wakes up or not ? But, I care. I know that I really do.

Fuck. What am I thinking here ?

I am supposed not to care about her. I am supposed to make her life unbearable here. That's the reason why I married her in the first place. But, one look at her makes me wonder if I should requestion my decision.

I take my phone and I send a message to Nevio to come inside. We agreed last night that he will meet me at the entrance to take Malia to Marcello's.

Few minutes later, he shows up in the livingroom. His eyes widen at the sight of Anastasia next to me.

"Oww morning Don." He says in amusement.

I send him a glare. "Keep your voice low. If you wake her, you be will be in a coffin by the end of the afternoon." I threaten.

"Okay calm down cous." He says in a lower tone, taking a step back. "No one is going to wake your wife. How the hell did you turn out into this man ?"

I roll my eyes at him. "Why did you tell me to come ? I thought we agreed that I will meet you outside." He asks.

"Go to my office and get me the keys." I say pointing to the handcuffs. His eyes dart from me to my linked hand with Anastasia's.

Fucking hundcuffs seriously ! He mouths. Just go. I mouth back before he leaves.

He comes back later and he frees my hand. I raise to my feet and I get the cover that is laying on the other couch. Under the astonished look of Nevio, I put it over Anastasia. I wanted to do it last night as soon as she fell asleep but I couldn't get a hold of the blanket withtout risking to wake her up.

I get out of the living room and Nevio follows my steps. We stop at the hall.

"What was that exactly ?" He asks.

"What was what?"

"Don't pretend that you don't know what I am talking about. I was there and I saw what you did. So you guys now are acting like a real couple now?"

"I am not that much of a coward. I just covered her. Any other man whould do the same with his wife. So what's the problem in that."

"Okay if you say so." He doesn't seem that convinced with my response though.

"Let's come now to the important matter here. Is everything in place ? Everything needs to go as planned today. We can't risk messing up at this stage. We already fucked up yesterday. No need to commit the same mistake twice." Bringing Malia here, where Anastasia could see her, was already a huge risk to take.

"Everything is ready. A car is waiting for us at the main enterance. We are just waiting for your orders."

"Is there anything suspicious on the borders or a sign of any move from the Pakhan ?"

"No. No yet at least." He shakes his head.

Michael still didn't do any move. This is the silence preceding the storm. He is definetely planning something and I can't wait to know what it is. I will be prepared. I stabbed him when he wasn't expecting me to. The mere thought of it, fills me with satisfaction. I would kill to see the reaction on his face when he couldn't find his beloved niece.

"Have you thought what you are going to do with Malia ?"

"No. But, I will think of something to threaten Michael with. I will go change. Wait for me here."

I glance one last time at the woman sleeping on the livingroom and then I climb the stairs to my room.

Almost an hour later, Malia arrives safe and sound to Marcello's. The woman has nothing in commun with Anastasia. The two of them are different in so many ways. She is so naive and docile. She didn't scream, yell, fight us or even protest. For the whole drive, she stayed quiet and she didn't mutter a single word. I wasn't prepared to such a reaction from her. She just obeys to everything we say.

If Anastasia finds out that I kidnapped a woman she will kneel me on the balls. That's why she will not find out about it, at least for now.

I go the casino to finsih some of the work that accumulated since I left Sicily three days ago.

The rest of the day passes in a blour. Multiple times during my meetings, I catch myself not paying attention to what is beeing said. A certain spanish brunette is permenantly occupying my mind and I fucking hate it.

All I can think about for the whole day is to go back to the mansion. My day doesn't seem complete without picking up a fight with Anastasia.

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Hey guys,

I admit that this chapter was shorter than the other ones. I promise it will be the only one.

So Dante is finally begining to fall in love. I am so excited.

I am waiting for your comments.

Announcement: I am thinking about writing a book about Malia and Marcello.

Till next time Marie <3

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