Chapter 2: Going Home Part 1

Anna got out of the car and a man in a black suit opened the gate of her old house for her to enter. Fear was visible in his eyes. She didn't know what to expect. Anna couldn't feel happy about returning to the house where she grew up. She didn't know how she would be received by the man who had literally bought her, and being received by someone who worked for him was not a good sign. Would she be just another maid in that house? She knew he had a wife, who didn't accept the situation and left him, but she was afraid, because a man at that age could have fantasies that denigrated women. All the big mafia bosses were famous for their eccentric tastes.

The man who opened the gate, however, spoke courteously.

“Come along. Boss Allister left instructions on how to receive you.”

“He left instructions? Isn't he here?”

“We can't talk about the chief's routine or activities, miss.” He said and motioned for her to follow him, after taking the small luggage in his hand.

Anna followed him, thinking about the apartment that man had bought for her father, and the security that now surrounded him. She was prepared to face anything so that her father would continue to be well looked after. She raised her head and entered the house, following behind the man.

He led her to her parents' bedroom, which was the largest in the house, and left her alone.

Anna looked around. The double bed had been replaced by an expensive and exquisite wooden one and it looked bigger. The closet had also been replaced by a newer, more expensive one.

Anna thought it didn't matter. She was sure that old man hadn't bought it to make her happy. She picked up her suitcase from the floor and began to take out her few items of clothing, when the door opened and a woman in her forties entered, without knocking and with a serious countenance.

“Leave your rags there, miss. The boss won't want that mixed up with the luxury of his clothes, and the ones he bought for you... Let's go. You must shower before he... Before you meet him.”

“I know where the bathroom is.” Anna said, realizing that the woman didn't like her.

The woman stared at her impatiently.

“Then go! What are you waiting for? Do you want maids to scrub your back?”

Anna crossed her arms.

“I'm not dirty.”

The woman looked at her with contempt. She shook her head negatively, hatred in her eyes.

“Then change those rags you're wearing. I can't tell you're not dirty. You're garbage. I don't know how the boss had the nerve to swap a woman like his for... You.” She said this and left without giving any further explanation, and Anna began to believe that she would hate the man who had bought her. Why had he hired someone who liked his wife for that house?

She went to the closet and saw the beautiful dresses inside, on hangers and with protectors, showing that there were no clothes in there that weren't haute couture.

She chose a black dress, because it reminded her of mourning, and that was how she felt at that moment. She was sorry that she had never slept with any of her schoolmates who had tried to get her into bed, and now she was going to lose her virginity under a disgusting old man.

She opened the door and went into the living room. She knew the house well, but she still found the peculiar taste of whoever had decorated it strange. It was too impersonal. And she didn't like it. But it was perfect. She knew she wouldn't like anything there. She wasn't supposed to like it. What she wanted to do was stay at school, but she knew that would never happen again.

The door opened and startled her. The man who had bought it walked in.