Runaway With The Mafia
er before she can catch her breath. "Know that the only reason I'm not calling the police to drag you back is because of Jayson. Y
nd can handle this. "Hire me as your helper. I have no money, no family to return to. No credentials. No identity that I can remember. Leave me here, and Jayson will
ng to transfer ownership from one man to ano
defiantly. "I know your
standing closer until she can see the flecks in his eyes, the way the sunlight plays through his hair, cast
when she was simply Anastasia-before everything changed. Panic rises, and she feels
htmares
other will. She'll drag her back and slowly drain her spiri
t can't be worse than what I've already
vil you know than risk an unknown angel.
but all Sandro does is close his eyes and rub h
Sandro makes frantic phone calls, his voice laced with a
nded by a dozen suited bodyguards who appeared the moment they reach
pmother's wrath. The punishments are not physically scarring;
ead, her stepmother's cruelty leaves deep, indelible marks on
word, not even
her since muttering "Damn it." It is the first ti
omething for the flight. Too tense to sleep, she had asked the cabin hostess for assistance with the display, only to be blatant
that Sandro does not return the sm
le, teeming with suited bodyguards. Anastasia spins in awe, ab
y bordered by manicured gardens contribute to the opulence. Atop the st
ing most of his security detail. Anastasia struggles to keep pace, urged
p, as everyone around him scrambles to clear a path,
ul a man is, the more blood stains his hands. She is le
her. Now, he strides through his territory like an Italian prince, his keen
uits him perfectly, much like the indifferent expression on
ains a mystery. It feels as though she has not
burn from the exertion as she is forced to take three
ring of guests at the entrance-about twenty people-each
ip-flops that Sandro had hastily acquired for her at the last moment. She
nd Sandro standing at the center. He moves away from her, striding toward a woma
mately, she chooses to follow, feeling an invisible tether binding her to him. She may
e in her sixties, with a full head of black and gray hair. Her thin, red lips are
ep she takes, and Anastasia holds her breath as the woman
ehind. The two stare at each other for what feels like an eternity befo