" Get ready, we're having a small gathering in the evening. " was what Nicholas said before storming off the room in the morning.

It had been a day since I officially became a member of the Salvatore's mafia. And, it had been exactly twenty hours since I saw Nick until he barged into the room to tell me about the party because after our little neck sucking session, he completely disappeared out of my sight leaving me alone in the room and he didn't even come back to sleep in his own room last night.

I had spent the day in the room as I didn't want to talk to anyone in the family and got attached to them although Cora came in a few times to give me food to eat.

I stood in the middle of the enormous closet staring at myself in the mirror. I had put on a sleeveless black tight dress that hugged my body like a glove. My lips were painted dark red and hair let loosely down to my waist.

" You look fuckable. " a deep voice said sending shivers down my spine.

I snapped my head to the source just to meet with a pair of darkened grey eyes. He stood a few feet away from me leaning his body against the door frame as he shamelessly eye raping me all while licking his lower lip.

" Well that's a way to compliment a lady, Nick. What a gentleman your mother must be proud. " I rolled my eyes turning back to my reflection.

" I'm not sure about my mother. But, my father should be very proud. " he whispered suddenly standing behind me.

His rock hard front pressed against my back as he breathed onto my neck making my hair stood up. This guy must had a thing for human's neck.

" Don't you fucking dare put your damn mouth on my neck. Look at these marks you bloody asshole. " I cursed elbowing his stomach.

Nicholas glared at me before grunted under his breath. He took something out of his pocket and then wrapping the cold substance around my neck. I stared at him with widened eyes for a moment. He had put on what looked like a silver necklace with diamond in the middle.

" Never take it off. " he whispered clicking the necklace in.

" So you thought the marks that I bear on my thigh isn't enough? Do you think that I'm a fucking object that you can claim huh, Nicholas Salvatore? Who do you think you are you fucking asshole? " I snapped as I turned around taking his shirt collars into my hands.

" It's for your protection. " he muttered.

I pushed him to the nearest wall and took out the blade that I had found under his bed this morning. I pressed the sharp object against his neck. He stood still looking at me liked I hadn't just lightly slit his throat drawing out some of his blood.

I was furious. I was mad. And, beyond pissed. I was already my father's little killing toy, I didn't need to be another toy of someone else.

I was in my killing mindset and usually when I was in that certain mood I wouldn't stop until I had blood covered on both of my hands and my clothes. But, the sight of his blood snapped me completely out of my thought.

" You and I both know I don't need protection. " I gritted through my teeth taking the blade away from him.

He looked into my eyes while I stared at his dripping blood that was now staining his white dress shirt. Why the fuck did I pull out when I had my chance to kill him.

" Stay here. I'll go get the first aid kit. " I muttered before leaving the closet and into the bathroom.

I cleaned his cut carefully with a small cotton balls damped in alcohol as he stood there watching me carefully with his intense eyes.

" You're one big bipolar, Ana. " he sighed resting his hands on my hips.

" Then you're the one who need protection, not me. " I said not meeting his eyes.

A protection from me to be exact. I was dangerous to him. I might kill him in his sleep one day or poison him with my special drugs.

" I meant it Anastasia. Don't take the necklace off. " he said as I put a white cloth over the slit.

" What if I take it off. " I muttered cocking an eyebrow at him.

" Take it off. I will break your neck. " he smirked earning a scowl from me.

" So, there's a tracker in this big ass diamond. " I scoffed pushing his hands off me.

" Maybe. Maybe not. " he shrugged before taking off his blood stained shirt.

I leaned against one of the counters watching his muscles reflexed every time he moved. He threw the shirt into the laundry basket and went to his side of the closet finding a new one to wear for the night. He tucked the shirt into his slacks before rolling the sleeves up to his elbows putting his arm tattoos on display. His shirt buttons was done half way up revealing his toned chest and the tattoo on his left collarbone.

This man was sight for sore eyes indeed. I wondered how many hearts he had broken during the years of his existence.

" Are you done staring, babygirl? " he smirked snapping me out of my daze.

" Get ugly then I will stop staring. " I said pulling out a black killer heels and slipped my feet into it.

" You will be my date for the night. " he said.

" It would be a shame if your own date choke you to death in the middle of the party, Nick. " I said making him chuckled.

" So I was right. You're the kinky type. " he smirked shaking his head.

Scowling at his stupid assumption I watched him walking out of the closet with his hands shoved down his slack's pockets. This mission was going to be a long one with him messing around with my hormones.

I walked around the ball room in pure annoyance he said it was a small gathering to introduce me to his mafia but this was no small party. Everywhere I turned was men in expensive suit and women in Chanel dresses holding champagne glasses in each hands. The whole room was decorated in a gold theme and there was a gigantic dance floor in the middle of the room. I wondered how big was this house. I would explore this palace one day and got the map written in my brain.

I had just talked to multiple people from the gang since my date decided to disappear into thin air. Some of them saw me yesterday morning torturing a man I had never known like I was playing with my doll. They mostly did the talking of how they were impressed with a newbie liked me and so on.

I greeted them with a semi polite expression, I hope. Because good god my face always snitched on me when I was annoyed.

" Good evening, beautiful. " a silky voice said from behind me snapping me out of my thought.

I turned my body toward the person with a raised eyebrow. The man was blonde with blue eyes, he was at least six feet but somehow looked a bit shorter than Nicholas. His jaw was sharp and his muscles bulking under the fitted suit he was wearing. And then he completed his whole I walked straight out of a magazine looks with a charming smile playing on his lips.

" Do I know you? " I asked with a blank face.

" Matteo Carter, you are? " he asked taking my hand and pressed it against his mouth.

" I am none of your business. " I smiled taking my hand away.

" Ah I see you got a sharp tongue, I wonder what else that tongue do? " he said smirking cockily.

" Lick my fingers to turn the pages of the Bible for sinners like you. " I scoffed rolling my eyes.

I was this close to smack that smirk off his face with my heels. Those heels was killing my feet. Fuck this.

I was so done with this party for stupid rich snobs. I would give this guy a piece of mind then I would disappear into the bedroom I shared with satan himself.

The guy continued to shamelessly eye rape my body making me squirmed uncomfortably in disgust. It was a turn on when Nicholas did it.

Talking about that asshole where the hell was he when I finally needed his rescue from his sexual frustrated guest because this guy looked like he could get laid to refresh his mind.

" I see you found my date, Matteo. " speaking of the devil and he shall be here snaking his arm around my hips.

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