Nonna Anita's POV
I laid on the hospital bed thinking back at everything that has happened in my life. I entered America as an illegal migrant and was leaving on the streets. The Red Tusks Mafia took girls from the streets at the time to make them join their clubs. They noticed that I could defend myself so I was placed as a door soldier.
A knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts. "Come in."
The door was pushed open and Charles stepped in with a grin on his face. He has flowers and cards in his hands.
"I brought some gifts for you, love."
"Charles, stop this. We can't work out. It's so thoughtful but I don't want any of us to end up hurt." I said looking down at my hands. I've been an assassin most of my life, how can a big business mogul want anything to do with me.
"I always get what I want so stop wasting your breath. You are mine already or do you have someone else?" He looked at me in scrutiny, inching close to my bed.
"No, I don't."
