No Strings Attached

CHAPTER 21

"Enzo can you open that?" Mom yawns as there's a knock on the front door.

I hum in response, getting up off the couch and walking through the house to the front entryway.

I open the door and my eyes widen with surprise when I see who it is.

Anastasia Mancini.

What the fuck is she doing here?

And covered in blood? Who the hell did that to her?

"I thought I made myself clear, if you ever showed your face to me again, I would kill you," I say coldly, reaching for the gun tucked into my waistband.

I have no intention of killing her just yet, but it'll be the quickest way to get her to talk.

"Please," is all the says, her voice a whisper as she looks up at me with tired eyes.

"Please what?" I says, unable to help the sick smile which comes across my lips, "Please spare your life?" I ask, smirking down at her.

"Please help," she says, her tone exhausted.

"Please what?" I almost scoff, my eyes travelling down her body, checking to make sure she's not losing too much blood whilst I have my fun.

"I need your help," she says, quickly, as if trying to brush over her request.

I can't help but smirk as I look down at the helpless woman before me, her face falling as I feel my eyes light up.

"Say that again, Anastasia," I say slowly.

I see her hesitate for a second before sucking in a sharp breath, "I need your help," she rasps, her voice barely audible.

I can't help but chuckle as I lean against the doorframe, my eyes darting down to her leg to check the blood flow for just a second.

"Well then get on your knees and beg for my help." I say, my voice smooth as her gaze hardens.

She closes her eyes and I feel my body tense as she sways gently.

"Go on sweetheart," I taunt, calling her a name I know she hates, "Beg me for help,"

I watch as her jaw locks as she shakily sinks onto her knees, looking up at me with wide eyes as my smirk grows.

The oh so great Anastasia Mancini, no, The Fiore Mortale, is on her knees before me. Begging for my help.

"I need your help Vincenzo. I need you to help my take down Leonardo," she rasps, her voice tight as I take a moment to register her words.

She wants me to help her take down her Grandfather? How fucking ridiculous.

"The oh so great Anastasia Mancini needs help taking someone down?" I laughs.

"Yes," she grits out, glaring up at me as I see her tongue poke the inside of her cheek.

She clutches onto the wall beside her as she sways, letting out a groan as blood begins to soak through the fabric of my sweats.

I don't have much longer until I'm going to have to take her to Issy.

"I thought I made myself clear when I said you were to never show your face to me again?" I say calmly, my eyes locking with hers.

"I had no other choice," her eyes glare at me, a small whimper escaping her lips. She suddenly lets out a loud hiss of pain as her body hits the wall beside us, almost making her wince.

I suddenly reach down and catch her body as she collapses, gently picking her up as her eyes flutter open.

"You're helping me?" she asks softly, my heart pounding out of my chest as she rests her head against my chest.