Chained By A Possessive Mafia's Love novel Chapter 7

Anna's POV

He slipped it out and I looked at him with an are-you-kidding-me look, and he looked embarrassed knowing that I didn't trust him, and yeah, he broke many promises he once made to me.

This man was once the person I loved even more than my own life, but today he was the person I hated the most. I never dreamt that I would meet him after five long years, but life was extraordinary. We didn't know what would happen on the next turn.

"Anna, I am sorry, love. I never wanted to break my promise, but I was helpless. Believe me, I didn't break my promise. It was on hold for a little longer. See, you are sitting in front of me, so that means I didn't break my promise."

Blaze looked at me and said as if he was the most miserable person in the world.

I looked at him and said, "Blaze, I just want my answer. I need nothing more from you," I said, expressionless. I was not that sassy girl anymore.

He sighed. "Okay, then eat," he said to me, knowing that I wouldn't listen to him even if he swore to God right now.

I shrugged my shoulders. This stubborn cow's head was persistent.

I looked at my plate and told myself to dig in five minutes before because the answer was more important than my food, and time was more precious than my speed.

I held the spoon and ate as if I was hungry for a year. My mouth was full. I didn't have any space left in my mouth, not even for air. I looked at Blaze for a second of a belief. His mouth was wide open. He might think I was some refugee who didn't get to eat for a long time.

But I rolled my eyes and was still eating until I wiped the food out from the plate all by myself. Only then I looked at him and said, "Now tell me how I got here, why I am here, and when I can go back." Every word that came from my mouth was firm and cold, deadly serious.

I didn't blink when I was looking at him. "Okay, come with me," Blaze said and stood up from his chair and extended his hand toward me. He thought I would take his hand - fucking no way.

"Lead the way." I stood up but did not take his hand. A disappointment flashed in his eyes.

I was sighing as he started walking toward the stairs. I looked around and tried to remember them because I wanted to run. I needed to know the direction; each one was crucial to me.

He stopped when he came in front of the room, and I woke up from the trance He opened the bedroom door and looked back, saying, "Go inside.''

"Okay," I said. Her eyes brightened a little; even though it was small, it never escaped my eyes because everything hers was like a permanent tattoo to me, which I loved very much.

"First, my love, you came here because I brought you back, and you're here because I want you to be where you belong. Third, you are mine. Of course, you will stay where I am, so no going back."

Although I was calm, I calmly explained everything to her. Her face turned black, like in no time a storm was coming. Just as I thought, she started yelling, "You bastard! What do you mean by these cheeky lines? Not going back. Bastard, first you kidnapped me from my wedding, and you dare to say not go back."

She was fuming in anger, and her entire face turned red from anger, which I already expected. I closed my eyes because the next scene was what I already expected; she started throwing whatever she wanted, like wasted tissues. She first threw a flower vase that I bought at an auction - my $10 million, the second one, the bedside lamp, my favorite masterpiece. There was only one piece in the entire country. Third, the blanket and pillows. I did not stop because I knew she would not listen to me right now; I was a mafia leader of the black reaper organization, and I could never compare to her.

A cold and heartless man to my black Reaper gang whom they feared would end my life if they dared to look straight into my eyes, yet me as their boss, I feared her anger the most.

I stayed silent until she touched the bedside photo frame, and as she picked up the photo, I was behind her for a second and grabbed her hand. "Not this one, love," I said as I snatched back the picture.

He looked at me more angrily. Okay, I know I added fuel in her fire, which most likely would set me on fire.