THE ITALIAN BOSS

CHAPTER 4: THE MAN ANASTASIA NEEDS IN HER LIFE

MAURIZIO FERRARI

"Signore, I have emailed you everything that you need to know about signora Anastasia."

When Anastasia and I parted ways after the dilemma we had in the elevator, I called my personal investigator, Bambi to get me every information that I needed to know about Anastasia.

"Thank you, but this is not enough. I want you to follow her, tell me who she hangs out with, what she eats and what time she sleeps. I will transfer half of the money, the rest when the job is done." I end the call before putting it on the kitchen countertop.

I went back home early today. My mind could not focus—especially not after the girl that has been giving me sleepless nights for months finally showed up at my company. I was shocked, because I did not expect to see her anymore. When I last saw her at my restaurant, I thought I would see her again - but my other businesses needed my attention. When I finally was available to visit my restaurant, it was already too late. She was gone and I thought that I would never see her again.

After pouring myself cognac in a glass, I went to sit down in my living room on the couch, before I turned on the TV to the news channel. Just in time for finances.

Seeing that there is nothing new about their updates, let me check the email. I switch my TV from channels to mails. Bambi and many other emails pop up; but I am only interested in Bambi's mail. I opened it and started going through it.

The only daughter of Annemarie and the late Daniel Griffiths. Daniel, it is such a shame about what happened to him, but it's life. We are all going to die anyway.

Siblings: 2 boys (twins)

I felt my anger build up when I saw that she has a daughter.

So my little girl is not innocent? Someone has already corrupted her body and left a mark? I am going to find that bastard and kill him.

Anastasia is a qualified chef, but cannot work because she is looking after her sick mother. Maybe if I can give her a job at my company and she could work at the staff cafeteria, it wouldn't be such a bad idea, because I would get to see her often; but first, we need to get a nurse who will look after Anastasia's mother.

Wait a minute… a notice to move out of the house? But, oh well, that could work on my advantage if she ever refuses my offer.

I get up, going back to the kitchen. I take my phone and make a quick call.

"Hello, this is signore Ferrari."

"Signore, this is…"

"I don't care who you are! Just send a nurse to the address I will just email to you. A patient between the age of 40 and 45 suffered a stroke." I order the female on the end of the line.

"But sir, there aren't any nurses available at this moment." She sounds so scared. She should be, because excuses make me angry.

"If you still value your job and your life, you would send that nurse in the next hour; if not, start planning your funeral." I hung up, before I emailed the address.

I take my car keys and walk out of my gigantic house.

As I was driving around, I found myself in the hood I haven't been to in a couple of years.

As soon as my car alerted me that I had arrived at my destination, I stopped and looked outside to the given address. I didn't even feel scared to even step out of my vehicle. I made sure that it is locked as I took my steps towards the house. I walked into the house – which is very quiet. The TV is quietly playing and I am wondering where everyone is. I went upstairs and checked the first three rooms until I found almost the last room, where Anastasia was; but she was sleeping.

I walked in and closed the door and looked around her room. I saw pictures of her and her daughter. Very nice. I then turned to look at her, peacefully sleeping. She is very beautiful for my liking. I need to ruin her and make her pay for giving me sleepless nights these past months. I could see her face everywhere in my head, but now she is really and I believe I have her.

I take off my shoes and sit besides her on the bed. I stroke her nice, black hair. She doesn't have soft, silky thin hair like ours. It's big, curly and also not hard. She has beautiful hair. She moves a little, and then mumbles something so sweetly, but I couldn't understand her language, so I couldn't make out what she has said.

I glance at her gorgeous petite body. I could ravish her right now, but she is special. I am going to take my time with her – only if she obeys me. She is very much of a tough cookie, but we will work on that.

She finally opened her eyes, but as soon as her eyes landed on me, she jumped up in fear.

"Dare to scream, I might shut you up forever." I warn her.

"How did you get in?" Is that a trick question?

"Through the door. With my two feet."

"Sir, if it's about today earlier, please forgive me. I am begging you, don't do anything to me." Is it not so lovely to see her begging? Where is that naive girl who came to my office earlier? What happened to her?

I let out a chuckle.

"Oh Anastasia. You look quite pathetic right now. What happened to that feisty Ana?" I get up, putting on my sneakers.

"Listen, sir. If there isn't anything else that you are here for, I would like for you to take your handkerchief and leave my parents' house."

"You mean the house that you are supposed to leave in the next 5 days? Nc, nc, nc. I wonder where you and your family go too. Back to Africa? I don't think so."

She keeps quiet and allows her tears to roll down to her cheeks. "What do you want from me?"

I want her body! I want to corrupt it! I want to mark it! I want to punish it and most importantly, f*ck it.

I took steps towards her, but she took a few steps back until she hit her back against the wall unit closet. I stood in front of her and ran my hands up and down on her thighs. She is wearing jeans.

"I enjoyed watching you beg for my forgiveness, little girl. You woke up something in me. You woke up the dominance in me and I realise I want to make you my b*tch." I pull her by her huge hair, making her face up.

"Aaahh… sir, please leave me alone. I'm sorry if I had disrespected you. My daughter and siblings will be back from school at any time. You are harassing me, sir and if they find you – they won't hesitate calling the cops on you."

"Oh, signora I am the police. Do you not know who I am?" I lick my bottom lip.

"Signore, please… I'm sorry." She winces, holding my hand gripping on her hair. For a moment I almost let go off her, but then the devil in me didn't want to let go. The way she said 'signore', how she said 'sorry'...

I grip tighter on her hair before my lips find their way to hers and I hungrily kiss her. She is not responding, but she is struggling to breathe. She tries to push me off her, but I'm a big man. I am strong too. I loosen my grip on her hair. I put her hand in a pinion position, biting her lips hard and I think I tasted her blood; that is when I let go of her. She finally got a chance to breathe.

"Have you got no shame!?" She yells, while crying. I gave her my devilish smirk, but it soon got wiped away with a slap on my left cheek. I felt anger rising in me and I wanted to f*ck her hard, right away. I held my hand tight around her neck and threw her on the bed.

"I will show you what I do to people like you who dare to put a hand on me." I unbuckle my leather belt.

"You can't do anything to me! My mother will walk in here." I laugh.

"You mean that thing that is just as good as dead?" I chuckle.

Just as I was taking off my belt, we heard voices from downstairs.

"Mommy!"

"You need to leave." Does she seriously want to get rid of me?

"You can't get rid of me that easily, signora." I fix my belt back on my waist. Her body relaxes, but she still looks scared, crying and trembling.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

"That's my daughter, sir. They just got back from school."

I take out my other handkerchief, throwing it at her. "Your daughter needs your happy face. Fix yourself."

When I was sure that she looks convincing enough that she is good, I open the door, but the little girl who has been calling was already at the door. She gasped and the smile she had on her face disappeared.

"Hello, signore." She then smiled and looked at her mom. She is a true replica of her mom.

Oh, Maurizio! Are you losing yourself? Do you forget who you are? You are not a softy, but a hardcore Mafia. Get that through your mind.

My self conscious reminds me. In a stern voice I say: "Make sure that you arrive at my office at 8AM sharp tomorrow."

"Mommy, were you crying?" The little girl asks.

"Yes. Your mother was crying because she is happy. She is going to work tomorrow." I say, maintaining my serious face at Anastasia who is now carrying her daughter in her arms. The little girl excitedly screams, but Anastasia on the other hand gives me a deadly look. I returned it back before I told her that I am taking my leave.

"8AM sharp. Oh, and a nurse will be here to take care of your mother."

"But…" I don't even want to hear it. I close the door, going downstairs.

"Who are you?" I bump to a boy whom I think is the sibling.

"Someone your sister needs in her life." I pass him, going downstairs and then I find a woman sitting on the couch. A nurse to be specific.

"Signore. I was sent to this address to care for a woman who suffered from a stroke." She seems very scared.

"You are at the right place." I opened the door and closed it right after stepping out of the house. It felt so good to be close to Anastasia.

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The next day, I came very early to my office. I was too excited that I was expecting Anastasia.

I sat down on my office couch and started imagining things that I will do to her in this office. On my chair, table, couch, bathroom… every corner of the room.

My thoughts were disturbed with a light knock on the door.

Ana!

"In!" I shout. The excited devil in me gets disappointed when my PA walks in holding an open file.

"Signore, can you please sign here." Loveness says. I grab the file annoyed and sign before I toss it back at her. She gasps. "Is everything alright?"

"Just go and do your work and stop asking questions that don't even concern you."

"Of course sir, I'm sorry." She turns and leaves.

It is 7:58AM and Anastasia is still not here. Where is she? Why is she not here as yet? Doesn't she know anything about being punctual? Is she testing my patience?

Maybe she will be here. I should just keep myself busy with work. I get to my desk and I open my laptop to check on some work. After going through a report, I check my time and it's just after 9AM.

Sigh!

If you know what's good for you, Ana you will get your *ss here, right away. We don't want Two-Sec to deal with you, now do we?.

I called my PA to find out if anyone came asking for me, but zilch. No one!

She doesn't know who she is dealing with… she will know me today.

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