Chapter 5 Anna

• Anna   
• Saved And Hated By The Gang Lord    
• Writer's P O V   
• "Can you answer my question for once?! Stop treating me like I'm a stranger to you. I hate it. Stop it!" Kyle snapped, making Enzo turn to face him again.   
• "Kyle," Enzo called, staring at him in the eyes. “I don't want to fight with you. So just leave me alone. Don't get me angry, okay?" Kyle declared, shrieking drastically.   
• "Why?! Why can't I fight with you? Aren't siblings like others? Why are you so different? You keep treating me like a stranger and expect me to be happy?" Kyle half yelled at him again, but Enzo only kept going. That annoyed Kyle more.   
• "Shit!" He cussed and turned towards the direction of his room, making up his mind not to talk to Enzo in the meantime.      
• Madison's P O V    
• I dragged myself back to my room and laid down on the bed. It seems the handsome monster Enzo has forgotten about me —I'm so relieved. I hope he doesn't remember me again.     
• A knock came on the door when I was about to drift to sleep. I opened my eyes and came down from the bed. I opened the door to see a servant standing there.   
• "Master Enzo inquired for you, come now. He doesn't seem to be in a good mood, and it can be terrible." The servant said, pulling me along with her.   
• "Wait, what do you think he wants with me?" I asked, shivering in extreme fear.   
• "Well, I think he wants to do the usual. He is not in a good mood, so he'll tend to take out all his frustration on you." She explained, making my heart beat faster.   
• All his frustration? Oh, I'm so dead. He might end up killing me tonight. Why did he remember me? I thought he had forgotten me. I wondered with tears rolling down my eyes.   
• I don't want to experience what I experienced last night. I don't want that. We got to the room Madam Greta took me to earlier today and stopped.   
• "Knock and go in." The servant said, looking scared herself.   
• "Okay," I mumbled and lifted my head to knock when the door opened, and he showed up.   
• "In!" He commanded. Was he waiting for me? And oh, he looks pretty mad. —Who made him mad?    
• "Take your clothes off. Don't waste my time." He breathed out harshly.   
• I gulped and started doing what he ordered. My hands kept shaking as I pulled off the gown I was putting on.   
• "Face the table." He ordered, referring to the table in front of me. I stood in front of the table as he requested.   
• "Hold on to it, do I need to fucking tell you everything, bitçh?" He growled, looking displeased. I immediately held tight onto the table and closed my eyes.   
• I waited and felt him loosen his belt. I felt his manhood touch the tip of my ass, making me cringe. Oh geez! I can't take this. Can I?   
• "Hold on to that table well." He ordered again. My hands tightened around the edges of the table as I felt him pull me to his preferred position. I felt him come into me through the back, making me cry out in pain. It still hurts. It still hurts badly, but he doesn't seem to care.    
• He is brutal, a murderer. Why on earth will he care? I thought to myself. —My eyes tightened, my hands tightened against the table as he kept coming into me from behind forcefully. It's as if his life depends on killing me right now.   
• It didn't take long before I started feeling weak. My legs began shaking, but it didn't seem like he was ready to stop.    
• "Please...!" I cried out in pain. It was too painful. He is hurting me badly. He is too forceful. “I...I...can't take it. I'm going to die, please," I pleaded as tears kept rolling down my closed eyes.   
• I heard him say something under his breath as he suddenly pulled out of me. My cries increased as I fell flat on the floor. Did he listen to my cries or what? He stopped. I thought he would break me into two with the way he was driving into me forcefully.   
• I watched him zip up his trousers, and he watched me back with nothing in his eyes. If he was mad, disappointed, infuriated, he didn't show it.    
• "Get out." He finally ordered as he turned and picked up his phone.   
• "Draco, ask that bitch Karen to head down to my penthouse. Tell her. She mustn't delay." He groaned into the phone as he walked out, leaving me broken.     
• *   
• Like last time, the pain didn't let me move, but the pills Madam Greta came back to give me worked. Right now, we are sitting in the dining room. Kyle is sitting right beside me like last time. He doesn't seem to be in a good mood.   
• Madam Greta is sitting at the other side of the table, and the new girl, the police officer's daughter, is sitting beside her. I learned her name is Anna, and she is staring at me for whatever reason. I don't care.   
• I'm more concerned about myself right now. Will Enzo ask for me today? Will he take advantage of me today too? Will he do it every day? I don't know, and I'm scared to know.   
• "Anna tells us about yourself a little," Madam Greta spoke up.   
• "Um...I'm Anna. As I said earlier, I'm still in high school, I'm in my final year, and I love dancing a lot." She revealed with excitement in her eyes.   
• "You love dancing? That's nice." Madam Greta complimented her.   
• "Yeah," she giggled and turned to look at Kyle. Maybe she is expecting him also to compliment her. Whatever! I don't care about her. Something feels off about her.     
• We kept eating after that, shortly, we head a car honking. The handsome monster showed up afterward. Madam Greta stood up instantly.    
• "Good morning Master Enzo," Madam Greta greeted.   
• "Good morning Master Enzo," Anna followed madam Greta's steps, but I kept staring at him.    
• I don't want to greet him. I hate him, and I don't think he deserves my greeting, although I know I'm risking a punishment. Just like I did, Kyle also ignored him and kept eating his meal. He hasn't spoken much either.   
• I wonder what happened, and I wonder why he is like this. Maybe I'll ask him later after breakfast.    
• "Master Enzo, the maids will bring in your food shortly." Madam Greta had quickly left to inform the servants to bring his dinner.   
• I kept eating my breakfast while watching him with an eye, and I saw him look at Kyle. Something flashed across his eyes, but before you knew it, it was gone. He brought back his hard, angry look.    
• My eyes shifted to Anna when I heard her giggling silently. What's with her? Is she happy to be here? Is she glad to be in this hell hole? I can't believe this. She's even smiling cheerfully at her captor. At the person who almost killed her dad, or maybe her dad is already dead, I don't know. She's weird.   
• She kept on smiling, staring at him, but Enzo never glanced at her. I soon finished up with my meal but didn't know what to do. Will he find it offensive if I leave while he is eating?    
• The maids brought in his meal a second ago. Will he find it offensive? He asked me not to get on his nerves. Will I be getting on his nerve if I leave the table?   
• "Will you stop that??!" Enzo suddenly snapped at Anna, making her flinched.   
• And just like that, Kyle dropped his cutleries, making a sound with them. Everyone turned to look at him. —Okay, I find his act strange too. I guess he is not in a good mood.   
• "I'm done. Thanks for the meal." Kyle said, looking at madam Greta who also looked surprised by his actions.   
• "I'll be up in my room if you need anything." He added before leaving the dining room. I heard Enzo sigh. Huh, what's going on?   
• I continued looking behind me as he vanished. I want to go after him, should I? Will I risk getting punished? There is only one way to find out.    
• I stood up slowly with my plates. Then I looked at Madam Greta.   
• "You're done? Keep your plates. The servants will clear it." Madam Greta ordered.   
• "Okay," I mumbled and gently kept the plates back before leaving the dining room.   
• "Kyle?" I shouted as I ran after him and successfully caught up with him.   
• He turned to look at me with a sigh escaping his cute lips.     
• "What's wrong? Did anything happen?" I probed.   
• "I'm sorry." He apologized.   
• "Huh, for what?" I asked.   
• "I guess I can't keep my promise to you. I can't protect you from my brother. He is such an asshole." He said.   
• "You know I promised to protect you, and I can't do that. I fought with him yesterday, and aside from that, he won't listen when I ask him something. He doesn't do it, whatever I ask. It's as if he is not my brother. He is so strict with me, and he was not like this at the very beginning," Kyle looked sad as he explained.   
• Somehow, I already knew he wouldn't be able to protect me from Enzo himself. I wasn't expecting him to protect me from Enzo but the others. Like his men, his men might try something one day. I've seen some of them look at me strangely, especially the intimidating man, Draco.   
• He doesn't like me one bit. From his expression to everything, I can say that he hates me. Literally, but for what reason, I don't know.    
• "It's okay, and I wasn't expecting you to protect him from me anyways. He...he looks dangerous; I don't want you to get hurt." I said, pursing my lips forward.   
• I heard him sigh again.   
• "I'm so sorry, and I'm usually not the type to break promises. I hate him, and he's so mean now. He is so so mean." Kyle said, looking sadder.   
• "It's okay. I'm okay." I forced a smile.   
• "I...I saw you coming out of his room..." He paused and shook his head.   
• "It's nothing. Let me take you to my room and show you around. It'll be fun." He suddenly brightened up and said.   
• "Really?" I asked, with my eyes widening.   
• "Yeah, I have nothing to do anyways. My only friend is out of town. School hasn't resumed either, so I'm at home all day."   
• "I can easily go to my parents, but it's not fun there either. My dad will ask me to follow him to his company. It'll be so so boring staring at the face of his workers," he groaned as he grabbed hold of my hand and started pulling me along with him. We got to his room. He opened the door and let me in.   
• "Wow!" I exclaimed at the size of his room.   
• It's so huge. I'll say it's an enormous room I've seen, it's even bigger than Enzo's room. It's beautiful too, though boyish. I think he likes grey. Most of the things in his room are in grey.   
• "Do you love it?" He asked, standing behind me.   
• "I love it. It's so boyish and speaks a lot about you." I answered.   
• "I'm glad you like it." He smiled as he took a seat.   
• "Sit, you can sit over there." He directed me to the only sofa in the room.   
• I happily obeyed him.   
• "Um, so I've been wondering, Maddy. Don't you have parents who might be worried sick about your whereabouts? How did you meet my brother, and how old are you?" He questioned.   
• I went silent at the mention of my parents. —Yeah, I think of them too. Aren't my parents worried sick about me?