Loving the Enemy

Chapter 6

Anna POV

We end up at one of my basement cells where my guys have locked away the captured Japanese.

Though if one of them killed himself rather than tell us about their plan, then it'll probably take a while to crack this guy.

The Japanese are like ghosts. There is nothing about them. We don't even know the leader's name.

It is unknown if the leader was even present this evening, even though he was the one hosting the event this year.

Ace and I have driven here together. However, that took a while considering de Luca was hesitant about me putting a blindfold on him, since I can't let him know about my cells in the area.

We walk through the many security doors and once we get to the cells, we see Seb and Vanessa standing in front of the cell. Lorenzo has gone back to Italy on de Lucas command. The reason is unknown to me.

"Finally. What took you so long" Vanessa mutters.

"None of your business. Now can we get this done, I wasn't planning on staying in America for too long." Ace snarls.

"Gosh, so moody." I mumble under a deep intake of breath.

Ace gives me death stare and all I can do is smile innocently and roll my eyes before turning around and back to the emotionless face as I open the door to the cell.

The three follow me in and stand beside me.

The guy is shirtless and has a few scars over his chest. His cheek is a bit beaten up, probably from earlier.

The guy is already looking me up and down, smirking.

I narrow my eyes at him with a snarl.

Horny pig.

I see Ace beside me giving him a death stare, but the guy doesn't notice. His hands ball into a fist by his side as if he wants to punch the guy but has to restrain himself.

Ace POV

I have a really big urge to punch that motherfucker right now.

Though I really don't know why.

Anna walks up to him, slowly, radiating power. I stay rooted in my place, which is near the door, and her friends walk to the side of the room watching us from there.

Anna's back is to me, but I am pretty sure I can see a small smile on her face.

She rounds the man and observes him, like a predator its prey.

No shirt on, a few tattoos covering his skin, one of them being the sign of his mafia, and a few bruises here and there.

She now stands behind the man and leans slightly in.

"What's your name?" she questions him calmly.

"Haruto" he replies quietly.

She hums, turning around to the table behind her, set with weapons.

She looks on the table, probably trying to find the suitable torture weapon for him.

"So. Are we doing this the easy way or the hard way?"

"I'm not telling you shit."

She turns around with a knife in hand and a smirk on her face. She walks up to him, takes his short hair in her hands and whips his head back, looking him dead in the eyes and says, "Well then, che Dio abbia pietà di te perché non lo farò."

[May God have mercy on you because I won't]