A month, I had spent keeping a close eyes on the temptress who shared a bed with me. Thirty days I had been trying to get into her head and gather as much information as I could about her, but still nothing. I found absolutely nothing.

It was like Anastasia Rayne herself never even exist in this world. The mystery that radiant from her drove me completely insane. I had never been more lost before. And, that pissed me off.

" Still nothing? " Matteo asked smirking at me.

This bastard had been staying here in London for weeks now just to get on my nerves every chances he got, as if he hadn't got any responsibility on his shoulders or perhaps his own mafia to run three thousand four hundred and fifty nine miles away.

I groaned throwing the useless files on my desk making his smirk wider than ever. There was nothing new here, I had been reading the same bloody information for a thousand times. My useless team found nothing upon her and they claimed themselves as the best out there.

The best fucking disappointment.

I massaged my temples in frustration, groaning to myself. My heart told me that it was time to finally put some trust in her, that she indeed didn't know the person who was after my family and that she was just another assassin doing her work which she was paid to do. But, my head on the other hand told me to dig deeper.

" I'm glad you find my misery amusing, mate. " I said exhaling sharply.

" The girl is clearly no harm to your family at the moment. She hasn't tried anything, has she? "

" How could she when your hallucinating ass is attached to her hips every time you're in the same room, and you got your minions watching the girl twenty four hours. "

" Cut her some slacks. " he chuckled putting his glass of champagne on my desk.

" I told you to stop calling my men minions. " I glared at him.

" Only if you stop calling mine little bitches. " he glared right back. I shrugged my shoulders smirking.

Right. She hadn't tried anything nor done anything suspicious and that was why I was on the edge of my toes dying to know what was on her mind.

My family on the other hand absolutely adored her these days especially my mother and sister. They had been spending so much times together, and it was safe to say that she had gotten on my mother's good book, hell even my father liked her or maybe he just liked the fact that someone had the guts to go up against me.

Elliot and Ana however still didn't meet eyes to eyes since their little incident in the club. The two didn't say anything much to one and another but I could feel the awkwardness in the air every time they were in the same room.

Eden however managed to be her most favorite person in the family, despite his clear annoyance toward her. The little vixen absolutely adored getting on his nerves.

" You know what. You can actually kill her now because she made it clear she doesn't know who is after your family. There's no point keeping her around if she's making you lose your hair. " he shrugged earning a glare from me.

" My own mother would kill me to save her life. " I rolled my eyes at the bitter fact.

" Oh right sorry. You can't kill the mother of your child. Little storm is too adorable to be an orphan. " he chuckled at the thought of our rabbit.

This motherfucker. What the hell was I thinking when I befriended him.

The little grey bundle was the pride and joy of Ana, it was like there was something about the fluffy little thing that awakened the affection in her dark soul. I hated to admit that seeing her with him was the most adorable shit ever but it was nothing but truth.

I could never imagine an assassin who usually trained to be emotionless be so loving toward any animal.

We had decided to name him storm for the literally the same reasons, his fur, but that was just a lie I made her believe. I remembered our late night conversations so vividly in my head.

" What should we name him? " she asked while smiling at the little rabbit I had caught for her.

Damn those lips and that smile.

The wicked vixen had managed to convince me to let the rabbit slept in the same bed with us. The thought of something staying in between us annoyed me but I agreed. Maybe a little distance would help ease the attraction. Or so I thought.

" I don't know. What do you think? " I asked putting my hand on the soft fur so close to her thigh.

We both looked at the rabbit in silence thinking in sync as we tried to find the most suitable name. Hell would have break loose if someone had told me that I would be sitting on a bed with a girl thinking about our pet name rather than fuck her into sunrise.

" Storm. " we both said at the same time making me raised an eyebrow at her while she did the same.

" Why? " I asked. She seemed to be in a deep thought staring blankly at my face before exhaling sharply.

" His fur reminds me of the storm. What about you? " she asked not taking her eyes off mine.

Because the color of his fur reminded me of you, a storm on dark night. You are liked the chaos in the wind and fire across the sky, I had never appreciated the beauty of the storm until you.

" Same reason. " I muttered tearing my eyes away from hers.

I was turning into a whole new person. And, I didn't like it one bit. If Matteo could read my thoughts, I would never hear the end of this.

" Thinking about the wedding? I heard Alana wanted a grand wedding for her first son. Somewhere in Italy maybe. " Matteo smirked swirling his glass.

Cursing under my breath I stood up from my chair. My hand went to the back of my pants pulling out a black pistol before aiming it at the bastard I called my best friend.

" Give me a reason why I shouldn't pull the trigger. " I grunted loading my gun.

" You will be lonely without your only friend. " he smirked raising his hands up in surrender.

" Eh. Not good enough. " I said making his smirk disappeared. Sensitive bastard.

" The whole American mafia will be after your ass. " he grunted clearly annoyed.

" Keep reminding me that. " I sighed sitting down.

Leaning my head against the leather chair I poured more champagne into my glass before downing the whole thing in one go while Matteo watched me carefully without saying another word.

" What? " I rolled my eyes.

" When was the last time you get laid? " he asked.

I stared at him blankly without answering the question which made him understand almost instantly.

" You know you can just fuck her out of your system right? " he said cocking an eyebrow at me.

" What if I say I don't want to. " I shrugged.

Lies. I wanted to pounce on her since I saw her in that skimpy red dress on the night we first met.

" So, what are you going to do with her? You let her sleep on your bed which is a first. You own a pet with her, another shocker. You haven't got laid since you met her, big shocker. You haven't killed her yet. And, the first mafia member who haven't gone on any mission at all. " he listed nothing but truth making my brain stopped.

I listened to his words so intensely that my body and mind almost shattered in disbelief. I felt like a cold bucket of water had just been thrown over my head as reality finally hit me. What the fuck was I doing?

While obsessing over finding out about her, hoping that I would find something or perhaps a reason to hate her, I unknowingly got even attached.

Anastasia was a distraction. She was like a breath of fresh air, a bewitching addiction, a witch who cast her powerful spell on me unknowingly. I tend to forgot about everything when I spent time with her. She had me wrapped around her fingers and she wasn't even trying. It pissed me off that she had so much effect on me and i was willing to change that.

This, us shouldn't even have happened. This was wrong. I wasn't like this with anyone, not any girls, no one.

" Then I better start treating her like the other members in the mafia. " I said staring blankly into spaces.

Maybe if I pushed her away, the attraction would follow and I could finally return to my old life. Just maybe.

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