''Devils never die, innocents do.''
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Anastasia Fernandez is a 26 year old daughter of the Sicilian Mafia Don. She is s sick psycho who has no heart and no femininity whatsoever. She is a killing machine whose hands are stained with innocent peopl...
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"Please hurry!" I said as adrenaline pumped through my shaking body. It was truly the definition of fight or flight. In my case I was doing both.
I was fighting my oppressor and I was running away from his oppression.
The taxi driver was oddly silent. I was yapping at him to just drive me away from that place as far as possible. I embarked on a dangerous journey whose destination was unknown to me. I don't know where my destiny will take me but I know one thing. Not even my fate can force me in a marriage with Alessandro.
The driver suddenly halted causing my body to jerk forward. The driver made eye contact with my restless eyes in the rear view mirror.
"Why have we-" I couldn't finish my statement as I realised a small tattoo on the back of his neck. It was a small eagle with the words 'death or family' inked on his neck in Italian.
I felt my soul leave my body.
The men that worked for Alessandro had that tattoo. Even Alessandro has a similar but larger one on the back of his left shoulder. The taxi driver was one of Alessandro's men. How was I stupid enough to not notice this?
I guess I had to learn this the hard way once again. Small mistakes lead to bigger disasters.
I gulped the saliva that formed in my dry mouth as it sharply went down my burning throat. There was deafening silence and I couldn't comprehend the situation I was in.
Just as my mind screamed at me, to run. I immediately jerked open the car door and began to get out of the car. Just as I was about to take a step to run I stepped on my dress that caused me fall on my face, but before I could get the strength to fight any longer I felt someone dragging me by my arm.
"Let go me you-"
"Shut the fuck up!" The masculine voice roared at me, now dragging me with even more force. The friction between my skin and the sand granules created a burning sensation I had never really felt before. The pain it gave me was nowhere near the pain I would feel later.
But what hurt me the most was, the voice that belonged to none other than Alessandro. He continued to drag me more violently but he immediately let go of my hand as I bit into his wrist. His expected reaction to the pain gave me some time to run. But I failed once more as he caught me before I could pace away from my nightmare.
He picked me up and placed me over his shoulder. I couldn't believe him. I tried to punch him, kick him do everything in my power to get away from him but it was like I was glued to this heinous man.
Soon enough he dropped me on the hard grey marble floor as I fell on my back. The tears in my eyes threatening to come out any second. Alessandro then kneeled at my level and held my jaw tightly in his steel grip. It almost broke my jaw, that's how painful it was. I looked at him with firey eyes.
