Welcome to the family, Anastasia. His words echoed in my head repeatedly making my heart pacing uncontrollably. Family he said, inviting me into such thing when he had just met me days ago. I had spent all my life trying to get the word out of my own father's mouth but nothing came out.

And, here he was welcoming me, a complete stranger who was under a mission he wasn't aware of, just because of what? I saved his daughter's life once and made his eldest son miserable.

This family wasn't as bad as my father portrayed them to be. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to get to know them better while digging into the secret my father had refused to tell me.

With a new plan emerging in my head, happiness fluttered into my stomach so powerfully that it made me shivered. I had nothing to lose, I was already attached and would get to experience the word family here with them while still on a new mission to discover our mafia's past rivalry, it was a win-win situation.

Whatever my father was hiding, I was determined to find out before they did while keeping my real identity in secret.

Would I kill them after? Depends on the information I found and how much I was attached to them by the end of these.

Again, I willingly walked into the lion cage, playing with fire as if I wouldn't be able get burnt, but knowing the consequences excited me even more.

I was a sadistic, psychotic bitch all right.

Sitting on the bed petting my new little rabbit with a shit-eating on my face when Nick walked in the room looking liked he had just had a blood bath. The metallic smell of blood mixed with his signature cologne hit my nostril as he stepped closer to the bed, giving me a full view of his body.

The black dress shirt he was wearing during dinner was stained by blood, his face held an annoyed expression while a few drops of red substance shattered across his forehead and cheeks. He looked at me and his hard expression soften as I looked right back at him.

The sight made my heart stirred and my stomach crumbled in dislike. Then, a new discovery was made, I didn't like seeing him hurt. Not even in my wildest dream that I thought about me caring about someone else rather than myself, my grandmother and even my father.

I hated the fact that someone else could hurt him and I couldn't.

Heaving out a deep breath I put our rabbit down the duvet I got on my knees and pulled him closer to the bed, to examine his state and he let me.

" Does it hurt? " I asked taking his face into my palms.

" What? When I fell from heaven? " he asked cheekily earning an unimpressed expression from me.

" You got blood on you, fuckhead. " I rolled my eyes shoving his chest away.

" Are you worried about me, amore? " he asked suddenly pulling me into his chest.

His arms rest casually around both side of my hips as he awaited my answer. I placed my hands against his chest putting some distance between us, feeling his heartbeat under the palms of my hands. We were close, so close that every time I inhaled, the metallic smell of the blood and his scent filled my nostrils.

" No. I'm just sad that I wasn't the one to do it. " I lied straight to his face.

" It's not my blood. " he said stepping back from me.

" Whose then? " I asked narrowing my eyes at his cheeky grin.

Something told me that it was Isabella's little boyfriend's blood. Did he kill him? And, how exactly, it was so quiet. I was joking around when I said I was going to bring him a gun. It was an excuse to leave because I didn't want to intrude more of their family time.

" Did you kill Griffin? Why didn't I hear gunshot? " I gasped.

" I didn't shoot him. Bella would have kicked me. So, Matteo volunteered and the boy's blood splattered on me I guess. " he shrugged before starting to unbutton his shirt.

" He didn't die by the way. Just a bullet in his leg so the boys at school know better than hitting on her. "

Unbelievable.

" I didn't hear any gunshot. " I mumbled under my breath making him chuckled as he throw his discarded shirt into the laundry basket.

" Matteo brought a silencer. " he shrugged before walking into the bathroom.

So, the flirtatious bastard decided to come back days after he disappeared to New York during the shooting. I thought as I listened to the shower turned on in the bathroom. As creepy as it sounded, listening while he showered had become part of my routine these days.

Walking back into the room with a grey sweatpants hanging way too low on his waist and a small towel drying his hair, Nicholas looked like a model himself walking straight out of the magazine. He got some good genes all right.

" You're drooling. " he smirked before plopping down next to me.

I rolled my eyes ignoring him before standing up from the bed then walked toward the door. The sly rabbit had tried to escape again and he thought I wouldn't notice. Mumbling curses at him, I brought him back to the bed.

" What should we name him? " I asked putting him between my legs.

" I don't know. What do you think? " he asked putting his big palm on the back of the little rabbit.

And then silence filled the room as we both were in deep thoughts, trying to think of a name. I was losing my mind more and more each day, not only that his family made my heart fluttered in warmth, I was utterly attracted to him and now we were owning a pet rabbit together as if owning a pet together wasn't the most intimate thing ever.

I came here to destroy the Salvatore's and ended up being apart of their family. Jesus fucking Christ.

My father would have had a bloody stroke if he heard about these.

But, then again if he had the heart attack, my life wouldn't be so complicated.

I looked into his eyes as he stared at the rabbit still in deep thought. God. Those eyes were so mesmerizing, it should be illegal to have such bewitching eyes.

" Storm. " I found myself muttered at the same time as him.

We both raised an eyebrow at one another bewildered that we had just said the same name.

" Why? " he asked.

Because it reminded me of your eyes, the grey color of a dark night, the storm dancing across your orbs every time I looked at you, the rocky seas on stormy night, the kind of storm I would chase because I knew there was a light at the end of it, and a warm wind that lured me deeper into it.

" His fur reminded me of the storm. What about you? " I half lied while my eyes bored into his.

He stayed silent as if he was trying to think of an answer before finally muttering " Same reason. "

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