Page 15 of The Mafia Princess

“Oh, no, I couldn’t do that, sir. I’m fine up in the room.”

He cupped her chin. “You’ll do what you’re told.” He enjoyed how her spirit tried to break through her control and was excited to see the real Anna.

“All right, sir.”

He took a step back. “Oh, and Lass?”

“What?”

“Today, I will have all the answers to my questions. Do you understand?”

Her chin went up. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He grinned. “Yes, you do. I will see you this afternoon. Behave.”

She gasped. “Like I’d ever disrespect this family.”

“All right. Bye.” He left the house more excited than he thought he’d be and knew Anna had something to do with it. He couldn’t wait to hear about the real Anna, even though he felt it would change his life. He’d wait and see.

Chapter Eight

Aryanna watched Remington walk out of the room and almost ran after him. She glanced at the women and knew in her gut that they would get everything from her.

Beth took her hand. “Come on, Anna. Let’s walk in the garden. It’s so pretty out.”

“All right.” She let herself be led around for an hour before they sat at a white metal round table.

“Okay, we’ve made nice, but I can’t wait another moment. What’s your story?” Hope asked.

Aryanna almost smiled. She could have guessed it would be this woman to attack first by her demeanor.

“What do you mean?”

The girls rolled their eyes or snorted.

Beth tapped her arm. “Anna, why are you trying to look ugly? Because I have to tell you, it’s not really working.”

She gasped and patted her hair. “Yes, it is.”

The women smiled and shook their heads.

She felt herself deflate. She didn’t have the energy to keep lying. “Fine, what do you want to know?”

They squealed and clapped.

“Let’s take this into my bedroom because those awful clothes are getting burned,” Angel said.

They dragged her through the house and up a flight of stairs.

One of them slammed and locked the door behind them as a few others started helping her strip. It was a bit overwhelming because she had never had any girlfriends when she was younger.

She stood in her lacy bra and panties as the girls stared, and could feel herself blush.

“What?”

“You’re gorgeous,” Faith said.

“I’m not any more beautiful than you guys.”

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