Revenge Love

VII

ANASTASIA

My breath began to shorten, my heart began to beat faster and my eyes were wide open as I ran, with no direction or idea of where I was going or even doing. All I knew was that I had to run now before he catches me and the only chance I had to escape slipped my hands.

Damiano was close behind me, I could hear him getting closer only making my nerves spike up.

It was only when I felt his hand grab wrist that I knew it was over, I knew the last chance of freedom I had left was taken from me right before my eyes. My legs gave up, my heart beat slowed down and my eyes shut as I hit the ground.

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A sharp light hit my eyes as I opened them slowly, I looked to the ceiling immediately realized I wasn't in my room. The events of the night before slowly came back to my brain and I felt numb, not the type of numbness you felt after pilates or cardio. This numbness took over my body, it was because now I realized I no longer had hope. It was stupid of me to think I could even pull it off.

You can't escape your destiny. I can't escape what my destiny has planned for me.

Even if my destiny was meant to be torture, even if my heart could no longer beat. Now that Damiano and his people knew my intentions I would never be trusted, I would probably wouldn't even live. It would not be a surprise if he decided to kill me after I turned my back on him.

I slowly sat up only to see Damiano sitting on chair beside the bed looking as sharp as ever with a tailored suit and a fresh shave.

"Good you finally woke up" Damiano spoke to me in a monotone voice, I simply couldn't find the strength to answer him. Finding my voice seemed impossible especially at this moment.

"Anastasia I can't fucking believe what you did, do you know who you're fucking with? I have taken more than enough bullshit from you. Do you know what I could do to you? I could kill you, torture you... but I won't do that. That would be the easy way out for you instead I will marry you and make you live every living moment of the rest of life next to me!" He spat a me the calmness completely gone now instead it had been replaced by anger.

I didn't care If he hated me or if he was angry, I didn't care if I spent every moment of my life next to him. Everything I had has been thrown out the moment I stepped foot in Italy; my friends, my life and my love all ripped away.

"Tell me one thing Anastasia, What were you even going to do? Walk all the way back to fucking Russia? Who where you going to?!" He spat even more angrily, when he asked who I turned my head to him. Who? My Romano, my love.

"Ah that's it isn't it? it is a 'Who'. Tell me was it a guard? a friend?..a lover?" It was then when my eyes went wide open. No, he could not get to Roman or anywhere near him.

"A FUCKING LOVER ANASTASIA? Who would've known you where a fucking whore too, not only a fucking liar" He said as I felt my heart sink even more every single moment.

"TELL ME WHO HE IS! NOW!" I continued looking away, I couldn't tell him. He could take my life if he wanted but I would not bring Romano into this, not now or ever.

I shook my head signaling a no.

"Oh really! you're protecting him now?" He said getting closer to me, and when he was just in front of me he said yet again "Tell me!" when I shook my head again he hit the mattress right beside where I sat. I flinched as his outburst but still I wouldn't say a thing.

"Don't tell me I will find out myself!" He said still upset as he stood up and left the room, slamming the door on his way out.

I was left alone, but now in a room on the second floor of the home, his words were still fresh on my mind. How could I be so predictable, now he knew or at least suspected of Romano.

If Damiano got to him he would surely torture him to death. I know how these men act and think, his fate will be fatal..

Tears, tears and more tears streamed down my cheeks as I thought of what could happen.

Would they really be so cruel? Will he really make me spend the rest of my life next to him? Can I live knowing this?

All of these questions ran around my restless mind all day.

Eventually a knock hit the door, a small blonde maid made her way in.

"Hello Miss, my name is Rosalie. I am here to check your injuries" She spoke through a thick accent.

I had forgotten I had scrapped myself trying to get out of Damiano's grip.

"Yes, please come in" I said as sat on the brim of the bed, my whole body ached at the sudden movement.

She slowly began to cure my wound, but then the alcohol touched my skin and I couldn't help but flinch.

"I am sorry Miss, it just that some of the cuts are quite deep" She explained softly.

"Don't worry, that's what I get for acting brave" I said adding and awkward chuckle "And you don't have to call me miss, just call me stasia" I added.

I didn't know why I was being nice, perhaps because she had been the only person to treat me with care since I got here.

"Don't worry, and thank you Stasia" She replied with a sly smile on her face.

"So Rosalie, how did you end up working here?... for my fiancé" I asked her.

"Well I lived in the village for many years, I actually went to school with the DeLuccio brothers for some time.. but when I was 15 my father passed and my mother and I ended up homeless. Damiano ended up offering a job for both of us and we have been here since" She spoke softly as she continued fixing up my cuts.

"I am sorry for your loss, but Damiano doing that for you must've been great" I replied thinking to myself of this nice side Damiano had failed to show me.

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