Chapter 5 Vincenzo's POV

I watched her for a moment, waiting for her to look up. I loved the fear in her eyes. Earlier on, when I pulled the trigger, she crumbled and I went to her not because I wanted to save her but because I wanted her to die when I say so.

People call me the devil and they are right about that. I am a heartless bastard who don't give a fuck about the woman in front of me.

Since I brought her in, she has been staring at the floor like it was the most interesting thing.

"Sit down." I used my authoritative voice on her and that worked because she looked up and finally stared at me.

When her eyes finally met mine, I saw the sharp intake of breath-a gasp that escaped her lips before she could stop it.

I couldn't help the small flicker of amusement that crossed my face. It was there and gone in an instant.

Despite how messy she was, she is freaking beautiful and there was something about her that caught my attention.

Those eyes. Bright blue, almost unnaturally so. They were deep, like there was something hidden beneath them, something I couldn't quite place.

And her lips... full, enticing. But what really made me pause were the dimples on her cheeks, barely visible when she tried to hold her expression in check.

She was beautiful. No denying that.

But beauty meant nothing. It would only make this game harder for me.

I cleared my throat, forcing my focus back on the task at hand.

Stay in control, I reminded myself.

This wasn't about admiration or pleasure. She was just a pawn, a piece to be moved and, when necessary, sacrificed.

"Are you done?" I felt the corners of my mouth twitch as she blinked rapidly.

She tilted her head and said "Who are you?"

She was so little compared to my height. She did not even reach my shoulders.

I turned serious and said "Who are you and tell me your full name."

I could tell she was scared by the way she was trembling but that didn't faze me.

"Talk." I boomed and she flinched. Good, she can start talking.

"Anya. Anya Chirkov." She was trembling and her fucking dimples was tempting.

So interesting. I had Chirkov's daughter in my hands. Twelve years. For twelve years I have been hunting Chirkov for destroying my life and taking the one person that mattered the most to me.

My mother.

I stared at this girl in front of me and anger stirred within me. I had vowed to kill every of his bloodline and I was going to start with her.

So that stupid asshole sent his daughter to clean up his mess. This was the reason why I hated those stupid Russians.

"Fucking Russians." I frowned.

But since she is here, she would have to pay for her father's misdeed. But if Chirkov thinks I won't come for him, he is fucking joking. I am coming for his head.

"Who are you?" she muttered.

"You really don't know who I am?" I asked her and she shook her head.

"You must have heard of me. My name brings terror to those who hear it. I am Vincenzo Cassano." I said smirking.

I watched her as her mouth fell open and she stopped breathing. It was now she understood where she really was.

I watched her for a while before saying "You can start breathing." She has been holding her breath and she looked pale.

After she let out a sharp breath, I asked "Who are you working for?"

She remained silent so I tried again. "Did your father send you?"

"Huh?" she murmured.

"I asked a question and I expect an answer." I said glaring at her.

"What did you say?"

"Did your father send you? Your father owes me, so he thinks he can steal from me to pay back his debt? What a joke!"

She tried to defend herself. "I don't know what you are talking about. Unc... I mean, my dad did not send me to do anything."

I raised an eyebrow "So what were you doing in the woods?"

"I-I, I lost my way and ended up there." she stuttered.

I scoffed and smirked. She really is not expecting me to believe that, is she?

"Yes, that is the truth. I ran away from home because I realized they were trying to sell me to you and I ended up in the woods by coincidence. I do not know who that man was." She said.

Well, too bad for her, she ended up here and I am not letting her go.

"But you ended up on my turf." I told her.

"So, what are you going to do with me?" Her lower lips trembled.

"Make you pay in your father's stead. You are going to cook and work with my maids." I shoved my hands in my pockets.

"Cook?" she screamed and stared at me like I had grown two heads.

"Why? The spoilt Chirkov heir can't even cook?" I cocked my head.

I have heard about Chirkov's daughter, I guess he introduced her to me once but it wasn't this beauty he introduced. I would have remembered her face anytime.

She can't even do a simple chore. She is on my turf now, so she is going to do things the hard way.

"I am not spoilt." She glared at me. "That's not it. You want me to cook for you. Just cook? You are not going to ask me to be your whor..." She stopped mid-sentence.

"What more were you expecting?" I drew nearer to her and she took a step back.

She was going to say whore. Oh darling, I have a lot planned for you and that involves you in my bed. I could picture her under me, wet and moaning my name.

"I-you, I did not mean that." she stuttered. Her cheeks turned pink.

What a cute little thing. Get ready, I have a lot planned for you.