The Mafia's Obstreperous Bride | 18+

Chapter 10. I should be married to guns afterall.

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Anastasia
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Underestimated.
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''145 rooms?'' I said raising an eyebrow.

''Wanna fuck and count?'' He spat back. I could feel a large bulge in his pants in between my legs.

Interesting.

''Its one am.''

''I know what time it is.''

''I am hungry.'' I said.

''Let go out to eat then.''

''I am hungry for murder.'' I said as looked him dead in the eye.

''Yeah?'' He raised an eyebrow.

''Yeah.'' I said as I freed myself from his intoxicating proximity leaving him astounded in his position.

''You can't leave the mansion at any circumstance. Anastasia.'' He declared in an authoritative tone.

Ignoring him completely, I started to fix my pajamas as I tied my hair in a ponytail. I started to walk out of the room as I felt a pair of eyes burning my soul. As I started to climb the stairs up to my room. I turned around my neck a little.

''There are 146 rooms. I counted.'' I said as I smirked. I could tell there was a dangerous smile that crept on his lips. He needs to learn his numbers.

''Your bad with numbers.'' I said finally leaving. Motherfucker.

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I came back to my room with no signs of sleep. I wanted to get in action. I wanted to prove him wrong. I can leave this fucking mansion at any circumstance possible.

Anastasia Fernandez is bound to no one's orders. Then who the hell is he to think that I am bound to his commands.

You can tell how pathetic his thinking is just by that fact. And he is some sort of boss of the Italian mafia.

He underestimates me.

Bitch doesn't even deserve to take over the Sicillian mafia let alone be my fucking husband.

It has been a while since I went on my murder spree. Picking up my phone from my right bed side drawer I saw a notification.

I checked it and it was a text from Dante, my right hand man. And the only guy that could call me Ana other then what I preferred to be called. ''Fernandez.''

''Ana, you know the guy that stole 1.5 tones of cocaine from us, he was found leaving the airport and our men have him. Please come and deal with this accordingly. We are waiting for your orders.''

I smirked.

The exact action I need to get into.

But there is a problem.

There is always a problem.

This mansion is heavily guarded. Like from all four directions all you will see is walls and guards. And given the fact that my supposed fiancé is home, he wouldn't like it if I snuck out. But I need to go. I need to get murder on my hands.

They're thirsty for blood.

I need to get out of this place asap. I then plan my escape for the night. If he thinks he is Alessandro Russo then he shouldn't forget that I am Anastasia Fernandez.

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After choking a guard alive as he fell dead from my iron grasp, I took off the outfit I was wearing leaving me only in my undergarments. I changed into the guards outfit and wore his baseball cap. Not gonna lie the guard I just knocked out had a good size.