•The Assassin Series•
"And through all the pain you caused, I still look at you as if you painted the sky." ~K.R
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Anastasia Romano is very upbeat and happy girl despite everything she has been through.
She is a lot like her mother, Alan...
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Chapter Ten
"Principessa," Warm, calloused hands rub my tensed arm. "Wake up, birthday girl." Frowning, I roll over and squint at my father, ignoring my shimmying twin behind him. "Come on. I'm not dealing with your Mama alone."
Groaning, I pull the covers over my head and whine. "No. You deal with her."
"Come out, now." He scolds.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!"
"That's it." My blankets are thrown off of my head and goosebumps rise to my skin. I wrap my hoodie tighter around my body, my shorts rising and revealing my polka dot underwear, and flop as Papa lifts me up.
"Let me go." I fake cry and slam my fists into his back. "If I'm the supposed birthday girl, then I should be able to do what I want, and that is sleep in."
He ignores me, reaching up and pulling my shorts down slightly. Axel shuffles behind Papa and I and grins before yanking my hood down.
"Papa!"
Placing his hands on my hips, he pulls me down so my legs are wrapped around his waist. "What, Anastasia? What the fuck is it?"
I grin. "Tell me."
His face drops to a blank, stoic one as he reveals no emotion. "No."
"Mhm."
"Uh-uh."
"Yessir."
"No, Ma'am."
"I'll tell Mama that you're being mean to me." I smirk and lean forward, crossing my arms over my chest. "On my birthday."
His nose scrunches up and his ring glistens against the sun. "You were adopted."
"You didn't even want kids." I note, sticking my tongue out.
His tongue piercing shifts as he sticks his tongue out as well, shaking his head and setting me on the ground. I gasp when he pushes me and I dramatically fall to the ground. "Mama!"
Tears well in the empty beds of my eyes as Mama runs around the corner, gun drawn. "What the fuck happened here?"
Now, tears are freely falling down my cheeks as I pull my knees to my chest, crying. "H-He pushed me, Mama." Axel slowly creeps around Papa and runs off down the hall, not once looking back. Uncurling myself from the small ball position, I crawl over towards Mama and wrap my arms around her legs. "Mama, you need to get a divorce. Y-You don't deserve this." I look up at her beneath my wet lashes. "I don't want him hitting you, too."
