I stared at them as the tall middle aged man in a dark suit talked to Arianna. The back of his shaved head faced me. He gave his hand to her which she hesitantly shook. Her clutch was tight on her purse. Confusion webbed in me. What is she doing with Robert Samuelson? Does she know him personally? "Cassie, what's wrong? Who is there?" Aaron got up as well. His eyes followed my line of sight. "Who are they?"I didn't answer. No matter who she was with at that moment, no matter if an enemy of mine was present there, she had to answer my questions. Even if Syl had done a lot of damage to her business, I couldn't just let her go like that. And telling the ex-mayor to fuck off would be the right time too. Suddenly, Robert said something to her and she nodded before she started to follow him out of the restaurant. With my heart racing, I walked past Aaron and rushed after them. I couldn't let them go. "Cassie! Wait!" Avoiding a clash with a waiter, I ran out of the restaurant. But by
Oliver's eyes snapped to me, while the head security, Ron, straightened in his place. The color of Oliver's face drained as he stared at me. At the center of the vast gym, there was a boxing ring. And Syl stood in the middle with a heavy black leather punching bag before him. As if sensing my presence, his fist stopped in the mid air. His whole stance tensed. Sweat glistened his bare back, those dark brown locks that touched his neck were wet. Lowering his fist, he stepped back from the punching bag that was oddly shaped, not smoothly straight. Those wide sculpted shoulders rose and fell with each breath he took. Then my eyes fell on the floor of the ring. A gasp slipped through my lips. Drops of blood were scattered across. His knuckles were covered in blood. "Syl!" My voice made him tense as a curse left his lips. "Ron!" At his sharp tone, Ron rushed to the boxing ring along with two more men who stood behind him and took the punching bag down before disappearing into another
A knock on the door made me open my eyes. The sound of running shower reached my ears. After our conversation, I had sent Syl to get a shower before bed. Much to his dismay. He was more interested in playing with my hair and running his hands over my legs and ass with me in his arms. But he was too sweaty for me to let him sleep like that. Another knock made me let out a sigh and get up."Oliver?" He flashed me a small smile. Something close to guilt washed over his eyes as he cleared his throat."Uh, Duncan forgot his phone in the gym."Nodding, I took the phone from his hand. "He is in the shower. I will give it to him."Flashes of Arianna and Robert's meeting flickered into my mind. I still haven't talked to Syl about it yet. Did Oliver know anything about that meeting? Maybe it wasn't anything I was thinking it was? Just a professional meeting? "All right." With that he turned to leave, but then he stopped. Letting out a sigh, his brown orbs met my gaze. "Duncan told me what A
A p-person in the leather bag?My blood ran cold in my veins, but my eyes didn't move from the unmoving body. Was he…dead?With my heart pounding, perspiration forming on my forehead, I glanced at Syl. Not even a single emotion could be traced on his features. But the malice in those dark icy blue eyes sent a chill down my spine. He was…dangerous. And I could feel the severity of it in my bones this time. "Take him to your boss. Give him my message, that if he dares to come between me and my prey, he will face the same consequences as this dog of his," Syl hissed, voice laced with darkness. With wide eyes filled with terror, those men rushed into their car and left with the unmoving body on the backseat. I stood frozen in my place. The blood in his hands back in the gym wasn't his. My doubt turned out to be true. It belonged to that man. Suddenly his form tensed, slowly and steadily, his head turned towards me. With my heart in my mouth, I moved away from the window before his
Robert Samuelson?My heart raced in my chest. He went to that extent to take his revenge? He used his friendship with a crime lord to kidnap me. What would he do then? Kill me?My grip on Syl tightened. I had faced many dangerous debt collectors and goons before. But this time, it was too much.His warm hands cupped my cheeks. Intense icy blue eyes held me captive. "Cuore mio, don't worry about him. He knows who is standing in his way before he can harm you. And that piece of shit doesn't have that much guts to face me. That's why he went under his friend's wing. But now even that gang leader can't help him. No one can save him from my hands now. Consider him gone."The venom in his voice soothed the burn in my chest. The determination in his dark eyes comforted me. Now considering what that man could do to me, Syl's torturing him didn't feel as bad as it felt earlier. All of this created havoc in my head. I wanted to hide in his arms and thank him for keeping me safe, but something
While my eyes were wide and cheeks on fire, Maria shared a look with straight faced Nina. While Diana fumed in her place."You've already made your way in his mansion?""Her mansion," replied Syl in a calm tone."Huh?" "Remember I told you? Everything that's mine is hers. This mansion as well. She should be the one to ask you why you are here." Warning laced in his words. I raised a brow. Everything that was his was mine? That was ridiculous.Diana let out a gasp. "Are you insulting me before an outsid…""Diana." The icy glare made her shut her mouth. Placing a hand over his, I squeezed it. Taking a deep breath, he settled his eyes on her again. "What brings you here all of a sudden?"I took the pan of burnt pancake down from the stove. The burnt smell made me cringe. "Damn!" I whispered."Don't worry, baby. Maria will take care of the breakfast," he murmured, kissing my forehead. And Maria was quick to rush beside me. "But I wanted to make you breakfast myself." Another kiss on
He made the painting by that famous artist with millions of dollars so that he could hang it in his bedroom? That meant, he wanted me, was after me for more than three years and I didn't have a single clue about it. I thought he didn't even know me personally before Em's sister's reception. Then what about his ignorance towards me all the time?My heart raced in my chest as everything crashed on me. It all made sense now. His claims, his possessiveness, his losing control whenever he felt I was in danger. He couldn't grow those feelings all of a sudden.He was keeping an eye on me, stalking me. That's how he knew about the mayor. And I thought he dug out Robert's intentions out of our a month's relation…whatever it was. Then something clicked in my head. Those men disappeared all of a sudden, without collecting the money they wanted from me. Could it be his doing also? Seeing his wrath on that man who followed me that night, it wasn't impossible that he made those men disappear. Hi
A fit of cough left me as I changed the sheets full of dust of the four post bed. The old wooden floor beneath my feet creaked as I moved around the dark room. Stale air around the ambience pointed to the years of solitary. After all, not even a soul has visited this house after her death.Once I was done cleaning the room, I checked all the doors and windows if they were locked before slumping on the bed. Then the photo frame on the bedside table caught my eye. Dust covered the wrinkled face of the person in the photo. My dear late grandmother. I could imagine the stink eye she would give me finding me on her doorsteps again if she were alive. Just like she did when I left Theresa's house when I was fourteen and begged her to let me stay until I was old enough to live alone. Because I didn't want to sleep on the street. To save her reputation in the society, she let her long forgotten son's bastard child in. Even if I worked at a local cafe at fifteen and bore my own expenses as