Dante POV
The clock ticking loudly in my office frustrates me, almost as much as Anastasia does. My fingers drum on the table scattered with piles of paper, my mind was not on the multiple Business deals and mafia politics but on Anastasia, for someone who needed peace of mind and to never fall in love, she occupied my thoughts twenty-four seven without even trying.
A knock pulls me out of my thoughts and the maid's voice follows "Sir, Mr. Roman" She walks in followed by a man in his thirties, bald head and a tattoo running down from the side of his face to his neck.
I always wanted Tattoos but growing up my father never allowed it, even though we were the head of the Mafia family he was big on us not looking suspicious in any form.
"Sir" he walks in intertwining his fingers between ea
