WARNING: Please, before reading this book, note that it contains: violence, abusive scenes, and mature scenes. "I was supposed to kill you, Cassius," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Do you think you can?" he replied, his gaze piercing. He gently took my hand, the warmth of his touch contrasting sharply with the coldness of the IV drip that fed into my arm. "I would shoot a bullet into your head if..." I started, but before I could finish, he sealed my lips with a kiss—soft yet filled with an urgency that took my breath away. **** Zara Singh, an undercover assassin, receives a contract to seduce and eliminate Cassius DiMarco, the most feared Mafia king who is known for his ruthlessness. But what would happen when she finds herself unexpectedly drawn to Cassius? And what would happen when Zara finds out Cassius had a hand in her parent's death? Would she be able to forgive him? #2
View MoreZara's POV I tried to open my eyes slowly, but my eyelids felt unbearably heavy. A dull ache throbbed in my head, but I forced them open anyway. My gaze landed on a dimly lit room. A chill ran down my spine as I tried to move—only to realize I couldn’t;I was tied down. Who the hell did this? And why? Everything came rushing back—I had been kidnapped. But by who? And why? I struggled against the restraints, twisting and pulling, but it was useless. The ropes bit into my wrists and ankles, sending sharp jolts of pain through my limbs. I clenched my teeth as I muttered a curse. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I took in my surroundings. The room was bare, except for a single table and a chair in the far corner. A wave of panic surged through me, but I forced myself to stay calm. Freaking out wouldn’t get me out of here. Clenching my jaw, I took a slow, steady breath, ignoring the sharp sting in my wrists where the ropes dug into my skin. I needed to focus. I shifted my gaze,
Zara's POV THE INCIDENT "What?" I exclaimed, bolting upright in bed. The sleep I had felt before turned to alertness. "Yes, Zara. Quit." Xan said. "But why? Cos I remember you stopped me when I wanted to quit then, so why the sudden change of mind?" I demanded. Xander sighed and i could almost picture him rubbing his temples, the way he always did when I frustrated him. "Can't you see it has become dangerous for you? First, there's that whackjob who keeps digging into you, and now we find out someone is impersonating Cassius." I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I leaned back against the headboard. "That bitch? She's a piece of cake. I can handle her. It’s not the first time I’ve dealt with people like her, Xan. You know I’ve faced worse. And about the imposter—aren’t you supposed to find out who he is?" I said, stretching my legs out while keeping an eye on the door. Xander groaned. "Do I look like a detective?" "No, I am saying..." "Don’t you get it, Zara?" Xander cut me off
Cassius's POV "Drive faster!" Shadow pressed his foot against the accelerator, the car roaring to life as we sped down the darkened streets. My mind was a storm, thoughts colliding and shattering like glass as my fingers dugged into the armrest. Crystal was missing. My guards were dead. Someone had come into my house, broken into my domain, and walked away unscathed. The fucking audacity. The disrespect. Heck. That's unacceptable. I clenched my jaw so hard it hurts. "Who the hell has the balls to do this?" My voice was deathly calm. The type of calm that comes before a bloodbath. "I'm still looking into it," he said, gripping the wheel, his expression grim. "But I have a feeling Luciano might be involved. The smuggler we dealt with earlier—Jerry—was one of his men, and we had also destroyed most of his trafficking." Luciano. A bitter smirk curled my lips. That cowardly, pathetic bastard wouldn’t dare attack me outright, not unless he was feeling suicidal. But if he wa
Cassius's POV "Get ready. We are gonna be raiding them tonight." I said as we got out of my apartment. As I pulled the door shut behind me, my gaze fell on Crystal’s door, and I wonder what she is doing right now. Was she sleeping or doing something else? "But isn't it too early? I mean...we aren't prepared at all." Shadow said, walking closely behind me. "But I believe we can prepare at any time and since they won't know we are raiding their spot. We can as well be less prepared." I said. "I understand what you are saying but to gather all the guards tonight. I mean..." He trailed off when I stopped abruptly. I turned to face him. "Do as I say. You know I hate denying things. I fucking do things immediately and fast." He immediately lowered his head. "Okay, sir." We got to the elevator, and went a little away from the elevator. Shadow went ahead of me, pressing the switch hidden along the wall. A mechanical click sounded, and the wall slid open, revealing a concealed sta
Zara's POV I really can't believe what's happening; someone is impersonating Cassius. So, it hadn't been him killing all those people. Jeez, a part of me felt relieved that he wasn't as bad as I had thought, but he still killed other people; the same way I killed some people. Maybe not out of malice, but out of necessity. To survive. It's not like I am pure, by the way. Wait...what if it was Cassius and that he had sent someone on his behalf to do that. I remembered yesterday when he had said 'Get rid of him' on the call. What if Cassius had been orchestrating this all along, pulling strings from the shadows while someone else did the dirty work? I paced the small space of my apartment, my mind racing. Could Cassius really be behind this, orchestrating the kills while keeping his hands clean? Or was there truly an imposter out there, framing him for the bloodshed?Cassius wasn’t exactly a saint, and I knew that cos I have seen it myself as he marked that poor soul. But something
Cassius's POV I rubbed my temples as I sat back on the bed. Delia picked up her clutch, dropped it on the table, and walked toward me. "Cassius..." she called, her voice soft. "Delia, what are you doing here?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice in control. "I came to see you, Cassius." she said. "How many times have I told you not to come except I asked you to?" Her eyes softened, and she took a step closer, her hands reaching out to touch my face. I let her fingers trace my jawline, feeling nothing but emptiness. "But you never called, Cassius. And I missed you," she whispered, her eyes pleading. "And you could have waited for me downstairs." Her hands froze, and her eyes narrowed with frustration. "Cassius, are you being like this because of that... thing? No, Cassius. She has an agenda. She's up to something, don't you see it?" My eyes darkened as I studied her. "What do you think she’s up to?" "It's obvious. She's trying to seduce you and run away with yo
Fuck him! I sat up abruptly as i pulled up my leggings, my body still thrumming with need, my fists clenched in the sheets. Cassius just lay there, arms behind his head, looking up at me with that insufferable smirk like he hadn’t just set me on fire and then walked away. Arrogant bastard. "You think this is funny?" I seethed, my breath still uneven. His smirk widened. "I think it's entertaining." I gritted my teeth. He was enjoying this—enjoying seeing me unravel while he sat there completely unbothered, like he had all the control. No. Not happening. I moved before I could second-guess myself, swinging a leg over him so I was straddling his waist. His smirk faltered for a split second—just long enough for satisfaction to spark in my chest. Good. He hadn’t expected that. I leaned down, placing my hands on his chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath my fingers. His breath hitched, barely noticeable, but I caught it. "You like playing games, Cassius?" I murmured, my
I opened my eyes slowly to see Cassius sleeping next to me. Dammit. He looked unfairly hot and handsome with his rumpled hair. When had he come back that I hadn't noticed, and when had I fallen asleep? I looked closely at his sculptured face, my right hand under my face. My fingers twitched as I fought the absurd urge to trace the sharp angles of his jawline. Get a grip, Zara. This was Cassius—ruthless, arrogant, and absolutely off-limits. Still, I couldn't deny that there was something unsettling about seeing him like this—so still, so…human. The usual sharpness in his features was softened in sleep, his lips slightly parted, his brows relaxed. Even his breathing was calm and steady, a stark contrast to the chaos he usually carried around him like a second skin. My chest tightened. He had come back. At some point during the night or early this morning, he had returned and slipped into bed beside me, unnoticed. Which meant one of two things: either I had been too exhausted to se
Zara's POV I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the dim light filtering through the room. My head throbbed like a damn war drum, and my body felt like it had been run over by a truck. Damn. Where the hell was I? I tried to sit up, wincing as a sharp pain shot through my ribs. My surroundings slowly came into focus—a familiar, dark-toned room with sleek furniture and the faint scent of cologne and expensive whiskey clinging to the air. Then my gaze landed on the broad, tiger-tatooed bare back of a man standing at the edge of the bed. My stomach clenched. Cassius. He was rolling up his sleeves, his muscles shifting under his skin as he reached for a shirt. His presence alone made my skin prickle, but what made my pulse quicken was the realization of where I was. I was in his bed. Then, everything came rushing back, he had sent me on an errands and some guys had attacked me. Wait...could it be that— "You’re awake," Cassius's voice cut through my thoughts as he turne
Zara's POV 12 YEARS AGO I froze in my place as I looked at the sight ahead of me. My mom and dad were covered in their own blood on the floor, and two men stood over them. One of the men held a glowing iron rod in his hand. They hadn’t seemed to notice me as I quickly hid behind the door, my heart pounding in my chest. "Goodbye," the man holding the iron said, his voice cold and devoid of remorse, as he tore my father’s shirt and pressed the hot iron against my father’s bare chest. A scream erupted from my dad, a sound that pierced through the haze of shock. I gasped, unable to contain my horror. The man's gaze snapped to me, and I could feel the other man moving toward my hiding spot. "Run, Zara," I heard my mom’s weak voice, barely a whisper but filled with urgency. "No, mom!" I cried, tears streaming down my face as i peeped out of my hiding spot. I felt paralyzed, caught in a nightmare that I couldn’t escape. "Zara, please, run... no, hide," she urged, her voice growi...
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