Chapter 3

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Anastasia was cleaning the dinning room but her attention was at the sitting room where Vito and his sons were discussing.

She was looking at Pablo in particular, watching as he smiled at every word they say. She wished he was her master and not Micheal, she wished he was here on the day she was brought into the family, things would have been much better than now.

She was obviously staring at him but to the maid who was with her, she thought she was looking at Micheal.

"Hey. Hey?" She called, distracting her. Anastasia looked at her. "You shouldn't be staring at them. Being his slave doesn't mean you're safe. If the rest of the Escobar's finds out you're watching them, they won't hesitate to have you dead. If you still love your life, then do us the favour of not getting us killed. "

Anastasia looked at him for the last time before minding her business. After they were done dressing the dinning room, they left.

She went to Michael's room to pick some of his dirty clothes. She packed them all into a basket, taking them to the laundry room to get them all cleaned up.

She dropped the dirty clothes into the washing machine which washed them. Then she drops them into the rinsing machine which rinsed and dried it up immediately. She then took the dried clothes to the machine which would iron the clothes and fold them into shape.

Washing clothes wasn't a task for Anastasia. All she have to do is to take the dirty clothes to the laundry room and have the machine do the hard stuffs while she takes it back to where they belong.

She leaves the room not up to ten minutes, holding the basket under her arm. She was staring at the ground lost in thoughts that she didn't notice Pablo was coming from the other side.

She mistakenly bumped into him and he had done that on purpose. The basket fell to the ground and she bends to pick it up to avoid getting Micheal's clothes stained.

"I'm so sorry I didn't. . ." She takes off her eyes as soon as she saw it was Pablo standing before her. " I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." She apologized.

" You're the girl who served the dishes last night, aren't you? " He asked.

" Y–yes, I am." She stuttered.

" What's your name? " He asked.

" Anastasia. My name is Anastasia Romanoff." She replied.

" Indeed you're the daughter of Mr Romanoff." He noticed she still maintained the ground contact.

He was wondering what and why she was staring at the ground. He asked, "What's so special about the ground that you can't take your eyes off it? "

" We were told not to have an eye contact with the Escobar family. It was the rule and we're all meant to obey it or we get punished. " She explained.

" Well, staring at the ground while I'm talking looks more disrespectful to me than not keeping to the rules." He said. " You can do whatever the rules says to the others, but I want you looking at me while I'm talking to you."

Anastasia rose her gaze to him, staring at his face. She had always thought Micheal has a good facial appearance, but no. Pablo does. His beauty was at it's highest peak. 

He was, well, different from all others. He was handsome, not perhaps in the conventional sense, but he had that appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd. He was fair, almost pale white. His unfathomable, golden eyes with specks of green, was rare and contrasted exceptionally with his light toned face. 

His eyes were as deep and expressive, where you could get lost if you stared long enough. His face had that faraway look in it, which cannot be described in words. His smile, which reached up to his eyes and wrinkled them, flaunted his modesty and humility. 

He sometimes spoke too fast from the few times she had heard him talk, above all was his frame and his stature. He was more extremely muscular, with 8 pack abs or 16 cm biceps. However, he could stand out in a crowd, which was mostly due to his way of carrying himself. 

Perhaps he was the kind who had girls swooning over him. He was simple and innocent. He was perhaps, just one in a million, who was “nothing special, but all the same unique”.

He noticed her expression and smiled. "It's nice meeting you, Ms. Romanoff."

"Me too."

He left her standing with a broader smile on her face. She realized she has been standing there for long when she noticed he was now out of sight. She took the basket to Micheal's room, dropping the clothes into the wardrobe.

By the side of his wardrobe, she noticed something dark was in there. She touched the hard object, taking it out from where it was. When she saw it was a gun, she dropped it back.

Her eyes met with a file which had pictures on it. She takes it into her hand, staring at the different faces in it. "What the hell."

The door open unaware to her, and before she could do anything Micheal was inside the room. She threw the book back in the wardrobe but it was obviously clear that she had touched it.

Micheal gave her a long glare before walking up to her. She slowly stepped backward, scared of what will happen next. He saw that she had touched the book, he grabbed her by the jaw, squeezing it tight.

" Did you touch my stuff?" He asked, despite knowing she did.

" I. . . I was only dressing your clothes, that's all."

"I can see you've learned how to lie. I said, did you touch my stuff?" He rowled.

" I. . . I'm s–sorry, I. . . I didn't mean to." She stammered.

He pushed her to the ground. " You lied to me? You dare lie to me, huh?" He grabbed her hair, tossing her to the bed. " I'm gonna make you pay for this." 

He starts to open his belt, on noticing that Anastasia stood up from the bed, rushing to the door. Before she could make it, Micheal had already grabbed her. He slapped her hard, sending her to the ground once again.

She stands up, running to the other side of his bed. "You bitch! Do you think you're walking out of here unpunished?"

He walks to her side but she crawls over the bed, heading to the door again. This time, he was so vexed that he couldn't hold his temper on her again. He jerks her up, throwing her hard on his bed. 

He held her firmly against the bed, making it impossible for her to escape. He tears off the cloth from her skin, leaving her stank naked. He forces her legs open, unzipping the zipper of his trouser.

He digs his hard dick into her pussy, thrusting in an out in a repeated manner with no mercy written on his face. Anastasia was screaming hard, her hips buckled as she struggles to free herself.

He didn't stop. In and out was the constant rhythm of his action. Her screams were loud so he covers her mouth with his hand to prevent her from shouting.

When he saw her blood, he pulls out, leaving her on the bed. He walks to his wardrobe, picked a baggy shirt and tossed it to her face. " Put it on and get the fuck out of here." Next Time you'll stay on your limit, else I wouldn't mind fucking that pussy"

Anastasia was crying, she just lost her pride like that? To the very man she hated the most? 

He wore his trouser back in position, walking out of the room without a word. Anastasia stared at the bed, watching the stains of her blood. She covered her mouth, biting her hand tight from screaming out.

She pulls the shirt on her skin, wiping off her tears. She consoles herself, breathing in and out every seconds. She waited until she had fully calmed down before she left the room.

*

Micheal was just leaving his room when Fred came to him. "We've got a job to do. Everyone is waiting at the meeting room." Micheal followed after him to the meeting room.

Vito, Pablo and the rest of the gang members were already waiting at the meeting room for Micheal, as soon as he showed up, the meeting commenced.

"According to our spies at Manhattan, Costello is trading some items outside the state tonight at 8pm. I need you guys to stop him before the goods are transported to the sea port. If this goods turns out to be d***s, I need it taken to the warehouse as soon as possible." He ordered.

" Yes, sir. " They chorused.

" Pablo," he called.

" Yes, sir. "

" A few word, please. " They both excused themselves out of the room to Vito's room. " It's good to have you back in the mission. I want you to play smart and keep a low profile not for my sake but for yours. I don't want anything terminating your image in the military field."

" I understand, dad. " Vito tapped him by the shoulder, offering a soft smile.

Pablo returned back to the dinning room but was told that the rest of the group had gone to the room where the equipments are stored.

They were already getting preparing before he showed up. He went to pick his bullet proof jacket and some few guns and weapons, putting them in their position around his body.

They discussed and chatted while they patiently waited for the time to turn seven.

"How many people have you killed?" Fred asked Micheal.

" Half a thousand, I guess." He replied and they all cheered for him. "What about you, Fred?" He asked back.

"Four hundred and fifty. " He said proudly.

" And you, Pablo, what's your count?" Micheal asked.

" No. No, don't go there. Don't even dare." Fred said and they all laughed. " Pablo is probably hitting about five thousand if I may say. " 

" I serve in the military, what do you expect? We probably kill to save the country. " He said, confidently.

" You kill people like us to save the world from people like us." Michael teased and they laughed again. 

" It's time guys! It's time!" Jeff, a member of the group said.

It finally turned thirty minutes past seven and they all left the room to the van at the garage. On their way to the door, Micheal saw Anastasia and he called her.

"Anastasia."

Anastasia turned to look at him, a frown played on her face. Micheal rose an eyebrow at her, she realized herself, fading off the crown on her face.

"Aren't you gonna wish me luck?" He asked.

She hesitated. " Good luck. " She finally said.

He smiled, exiting the building. Pablo looked at her, and she looked away not to meet his gaze. Looking at Micheal had only risen the level of her hatred towards him, but what can she do?

*

They drove to Manhattan which was only thirty minutes from Bronx. Still on their way, Fred brought up the topic of Anastasia.

"What's up with your precious doll?" He asked.

" Let her be. Sometimes girls can be rational, it's common. " He said.

" Don't you think you're taking too long to fuck her Michael? "

Micheal licked his lower lips, hesitating to reply. 

"Or. . . have you fucked her already?" Fred guessed.

" Shut up. " He started laughing.

" Oh my goodness, you've fucked her already !" Fred said excitedly. "Tell me that's why she was angry with you. "

" Mind your fucking business, Fred."

Fred looked at Pablo, tapping him by his shoulder. " Are you listening? Your bro just fucked his slave." Pablo forced himself to smile.

As soon as they got to Costello's warehouse, they dispatched into groups. Micheal and his group went through the front door, Fred and his went through the back door. The rest surrounded the house while Pablo went up to the rooftop.

" Everyone stay still, we move at my command."

" Rodger that. " Fred said from the other side of the line.

" Pablo, do you copy?"

" I copy."

" Any suspicious movement outside, do let me know." He said.

" Rodger that. "

Micheal paused at the sound of voices and he signaled his men to pause. He sent one of his men to check it out. The man went to check and came out with information.

" Costello's men are getting the goods ready." He informed.

" Did you see what's in the bag?" He asked the man.

" Yes. Some of them contains c*****e and the rest are. . ." He paused.

"Are what?"

" Human parts."

" Did I just hear human parts?" Fred asked.

" I think you heard that right, Fred." Pablo chuckled. " Costello is a badass you should know that by now."

" We are only taking the d***s, we leave the human parts with him." Micheal concluded. " Guys, we're moving on my count. Three. Two. One. Now! " Micheal released fire and so did his men.

Fred on the other side took control from the back. Costello and his men were surrounded. Those who tried escaping from the window ended up dead by the guns of those outside.

Costello luckily escaped from a secret door. Michael sighted him and quickly followed after him. Costello sneaked out of the warehouse, hopping into his car.

Pablo sighted him, adjusting the lens of his snipper gun to his direction. As Costello started his car to zoom off, Pablo pulled the trigger at him. In a second the bullet pierced through Costello's skull, breaking out through the front mirror.

Costello's head landed on the wheel and the horn kept ringing continuously as the car kept moving forward, hitting hard against a pole.

"I got him, Mic. Costello is dead." Pablo informed.

" Good job, Pablo. Take the d***s to the van and burn the rest of the goods. Nothing should be left unharmed. " He ordered and the men started immediately.

The three brothers met where the van was packed. Pablo took out his cigar from his pocket, lighting it with a lighter. He smoked in a large amount of air, puffing it out through his nose and mouth.

"Never thought the job would be too easy." He said, smoking in another amount of smoke.

Fred took the cigar from him, smoking on it. Micheal did the same and like that they smoked on the same cigar until they had smoked it all.

They first drove to the warehouse to offload the goods before heading home.

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