Anastasia

I was so absorbed in myself I hadn't noticed the shower door fly open until I saw the front of a pistol pointed in my face. The sound of someone hissing in Italian tried to reach my ears but was silenced by my panic. "Holy shit," I yelped as shock coursed through me.

My back pressed into the cold tiles and my hands flew up by my head in surrender. Adrenaline hit me like train as I stared at the black metal hole where a bullet could fly out of at any moment.

I didn't even bother to look at the holder of the weapon as I muttered a prayer. "Mother of God please don't let me die now," my chest heaved.

"If you didn't want to die then breaking into this house and taking a damn shower was your first mistake, stupid girl. Who the hell are you," a baritone voice echoed along with the water that still came from the spout.

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Anastasia Hart just finished up her four years at a ballet academy and is now forced to return home. Arriving back at the mansion she finds herself completely alone with her controlling stepbrother.

Aleksander Elias has had a terrible four years. Now in charge of the Mafia he has little time to worry about anything else. So, when a defiant redhead appears at the house unannounced, he's prepared to let bullets fly.

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Ana never thought coming home would put her at gunpoint. She definitely didn't expect the gun to be held by her stepbrother. But through all the anger and the fighting, there's a fire she can't seem to deny. The tie between them that keeps knotting itself over and over again. It was terrifying, but it was consuming.

Aleksander was prepared to be alone for the rest of his life. He knew well in his profession, caring for someone was foolish. So, this girl with her smart mouth and stubbornness forcing his walls down was infuriating. Despite his anger and the blinding lust, he found a softness growing in his chest for pale green eyes.

But of course, it's all forbidden.