Chained By A Possessive Mafia's Love novel Chapter 3

Anna's POV

I came downstairs with them, and they took me inside a dining room; I was left in too much awe. I couldn't express how big the dining room was. If I run here for 2 or 3 times only, I'm sure I can lose 3 or 4 pounds.

These rich people were too much. middle-class people couldn't even afford our basic needs in our daily lives, but they would do everything they desired.

I looked everywhere, but I didn't notice anyone else. I turned and looked around. A man came to me. From his clothes, he looked like a chef or cook.

"Madam, what do you want to eat? Please order anything you want," he informed me like I was the owner. Did he know I was here because someone kidnapped me?

"Anything I want? Are you sure?" I asked with a hidden meaning.

"Yeah, madam, anything you want," he answered me with overconfidence.

"Cook me the person who kidnapped me, or just give me the person, uncooked will also do; I just won't eat that person," I said while grinding my teeth tighter.

Did he look at me in shock? I could see he was trying his best to not gulp in fear.

"If you can't, forget it, I'm not hungry; I want to see the person who kidnapped me,"

I said and tried to be polite to him.

"Madam, I can't do anything about this; I'm just a chef; my duty is to cook for you,"

he said, looking like he was going to cry helplessly.

Seeing his sad face, I stopped myself from arguing with him.

"Then don't bother me; I'll not eat until I see that person." I sat down at the head chair of the dining table.

Just as I sat down, everyone screamed, which frightened me.

Looking at their shocking reaction, I doubted if I sat on some bombs or not.

I looked at a woman who was near me. "At least tell me before you all give me a heart attack. Don't you all think my kidnapping is enough for my poor heart? " I said helplessly.

Everyone fell silent once again like they didn't even exist here. I sighed. Why did it leave them expressionless whenever I mentioned about kidnapping?

I didn't know how to react, but suddenly a realization hit me hard. What was he doing here? If he was here, there was only one meaning left for me in this situation.

Bracing myself, I stood up from the chair and turned around.

Just as I thought, he was standing at the door entrance wearing a black three-piece suit and looking toward me with his always shameless smile. I found it ridiculously cute in the past, but now I wanted to break his teeth.

Glaring at him, I ask him, "What the hell are you doing here, or I should ask what the fuck I'm doing here?" If I could, I might have already broken his head.

Oh, so feisty like always. You didn't change even a bit, Anna," he said, still laughing, ignoring my words like empty air.

"Should I thank you for your compliment?" I asked him. Is he kidding me right now?

"Shouldn't you show a little emotion, Anna? Even a little?" he asked while looking at my eyes like he was searching for something inside my eyes.

But it's too sad for him that he couldn't, because I was not 19 years old, Anna anymore; I buried that Anna in a grave a long time ago.

She would never show up again. I would not let that happen at any cost because I already learned my lesson.