⚠ To be rewritten.
~BOOK 1 IN THE ROSSETT TRILOGY~
The moment Theo Lycaris first laid eyes on Anastasia, he fell for her . . . hard. But little did he know where his love for her would lead him.
Anastasia Rossett had one motive for coming back to Ma...
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(Ashton's P.O.V)
"Hey, you asleep or something?" I asked Anastasia. A long time had passed since our previous conversation, I wondered if she had fallen asleep.
She chuckled as a response. "Yes Ashton, isn't this the most comfy place to fall asleep in?"
"Sorry, I'm just not good with silence. Needed to say something." My arms had started cramping from being in the same position. I feared that if they remained this way, tied behind my back, they would fall loose at a point. "Can't we do something about these stupid ropes? I mean, shouldn't you be an expert or something at untying yourself."
"Probably. But you're safer this way, as long as they think you're helpless."
"Anastasia?" I asked in annoyance.
"Hmm?"
"Are you deliberately keeping us here when we could be running?"
"No, we are waiting so that when you run, you don't end up getting shot and possibly dead."
"Waiting for?" I questioned but there was a loud thud at the door. My eyes snapped towards it, my body once again shifting back to alert mode. I faintly felt Anastasia's arm brush against mine again.
"Don't try to be a hero," she whispered right before the door opened, and Ace Angelo himself stepped in, the annoying look of a pleased smirk ever so present on his face.
"What do you mean?" I asked, not understanding what point she had tried to make.
"If you want me alive, don't move," she answered in a rush before Ace came to kneel right in front of her. I was horribly confused at her choice of words, and something told me that she hadn't meant them in a good way.
"I think your death is going to be the greatest achievement of my life." He cocked his head at her. I was about to open my mouth to retort something pissy at him but Anastasia pushed her arm closer to mine, as if warning me to shut up. Reluctantly I turned my eyes away from them.
"Guarda quello! Aren't you two getting cozy?"
A gasp from Anastasia made me snap my head back towards them. He had heaved Anastasia up and was holding her hair in a painfully gripping manner. My eyes closed in on her pointed finger, warning me not to make a move. I grit my teeth in frustration and shot a glare at Ace.
"What did you think huh? You'll just swoop in and get what you want? Fun fact Anastasia, life doesn't revolve around you," he seethed.
"I don't know Ace, yours looks like it does," she drawled. The lack of interest in her voice troubled me. How could she be so unbothered by this?
"You—" He threw her towards the opposite wall, her body slamming painfully against the surface. Her eyes instantly turned to me, pining me where I was.
