Delia's POV How dare Cassius send me away because of that bitch. For just a mere cook? A mere cook who he had just employed. And the bitch had been revealing her round boobs, is she trying to seduce Cassius? Is she trying to make him fall for her? Which would never happen, Cassius is never committed. Well...I can't blame her, Cassius is every woman's spec. But still...I can't allow her plan to succeed. Her plan must flop, I have to make her stay away from my Cassius. He is mine to fuck, and mine alone. "You sent for me, ma?" Drake, my assistant, said as he entered the room."Did Cassius send a message to me to come over?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. It would look absurd that I just got back home from his place and I'm already looking forward to his message, but that's how much I want Cassius for myself. "No, ma." Drake replied. "Any message at all?" I pressed. "No, ma.""Dammit!" I cursed as I picked up the vase on the table and swerved it forward, shattering it into pi
Zara's POV "What do you think you are doing?" I heard the bastard's voice, and I opened my eyes to see him smirking down at me. He shoved his phone in my face, making me know it was his phone he had picked beside me. Dammit. Here I was, having done the most stupid thing of closing my eyes. Heck, I had been anticipating a kiss. Hell me. I pushed him away from me and bolted out of the room. I was fucking embarrassed at myself. What the hell had I just done? No, I wasn't expecting a kiss, it was all part of the plan of seducing him. Yeah, that's it. I was tryna seducing him. I rushed into my room, locking the door behind me as if he were chasing me, my heart beating so fast. Get a hold of yourself, Zara. I moved to where I had hidden my secret phone, tucked beneath my bed and picked it up. Xander had called. I dialed his number and his fatherly voice came through from the other end. "How are you doing, Kid?" he asked. "Hmm...at least I'm alive and still breathing." I replied
Cassius's POV I watched as Crystal walked out of the room. Her ass, fuck, so full and firm. I bet it would be fucking soft. How I wish she wasn't a mere cook, I would have smacked that bouncing ample ass. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to bend her over and fuck her from behind. Dammit. I shouldn’t be thinking like this, I have to get myself a whore tonight to fuck, if not; I doubt I would resist the urge to fuck Crystal. That daring bitch. The knock on the door knocked me out of my reverie. The door opened, revealing Shadow. He bowed slightly and walked towards me. "Any information? Were you able to find out who initiated the trafficking?" I asked. "No, sir. But we found a spy who seemed to be the culprit that killed the dead men." he explained "A spy?" I raised an eyebrow. "Yes, sir. He is among your bodyguards, we sighted him receiving a secret call with a burner phone, but he isn't saying anything yet." Shadow replied. "Where is he now?" I as
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
Zara's POV I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. Perfect. Handsome bastard, here I come. I packed my luggage, and damn it, they were too heavy. I had crammed in everything I could think of: outfits for every occasion, a few weapons for protection, lingeries. I needed to be prepared. A knock came at the door, pulling me from my thoughts. I opened it to see Xander, giving me that infuriatingly charming old smile of his. "Need some help, kid?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I scoffed, stepping aside to let him in. He grabbed my luggage like they were made of feathers and carried them down to his car. I followed and we got into the car, and he ignited the fire into the engine. As we drove, Xander's expression turned serious. "We got a report that he killed thirteen people yesterday." "What the fuck?!" I screamed, feeling the blood rush from my face. Thirteen! What the actual fuck?! I know I’m not a saint, but that was too much! Like fucking too much! "Are you sure he's rea
Zara's POV "What?" I gasped. "I really didn't do anything." "We shall see about that." he said, stood up, hissed, and left for the dining room. Fuck. My body still tingles from his hand on my nipple. Is that how he played with everybody's feelings? Zara, I think you are really the person here playing with someone's feelings. But I haven't even done anything. "Crystal." I heard his voice as I quickly adjusted my top and raced to the dining room. "Am I supposed to serve myself?" I bit my lip and bent over to dish his food as I stood before him as he dipped the fork into the food. "Are you going to stand and look at me?" he asked, and I scoffed and took my seat opposite him. "Are you going to be counting the amount of food I eat, or did you poison it, and you are waiting for me to die?" How I wished I had poisoned it, bastard. I stood up and went to sit in the sitting room. Then, I saw his phone on the table and I looked toward him to see he wasn't looking.Then, a message popped up
Cassius's POV ********************************** "Get everyone on the lookout, I would be there in ten minutes." I said into the phone, locking my apartment door behind me. My gaze drifted to Zara’s door across the hallway. Annoying bitch. Her audacity grated on my nerves, but I couldn’t deny that it intrigued me. Most people cowered before me, their fear obvious, but she? She had a fire I couldn’t quite extinguish. "What if they start before you get here?" Shadow’s voice, steady yet urgent, broke through my thoughts. My head of security wasn’t one to panic, but even he knew the stakes tonight were high. "Just wait for me," I replied firmly, heading to the elevator. My tone brooked no argument. "But make sure everyone is safe. No screw-ups." "Understood, sir," Shadow answered. I tapped my AirPods, cutting the call, and stepped into the elevator. Once outside, I waved over one of the guards. He approached swiftly, head bowed in deference. "Take the alternate route to the ba
Zara's POV Running. I just felt myself running. No, I was running. But to where? I don't know! The sight I had just seen made me lose my senses. I had seen Cassius write a bold 'M' on an innocent man's head. The bastard had done it without a hint of remorse, then he had shot him right in the forehead. Devil. When I had fled the club, I didn't go back home and had just stood at a corner outside the club. Cassius emerged moments later, cool and collected, entering his car and driving off as if nothing had happened. I quickly hailed a taxi and followed him, my heart racing. He stopped at a warehouse—was that where he killed people? Innocent people? Bastard. Did he derive joy from taking lives? It felt like a game to him. I, on the other hand, only killed bad people out of necessity, and I hated every moment of it. After what felt like hours, I found a perfect spot to peep. I crouched low and watched as Cassius bent over a tied-up man. Another body lay lifeless on the floor. I had h
Cassius's POV I watched as Crystal walked out of the room. Her ass, fuck, so full and firm. I bet it would be fucking soft. How I wish she wasn't a mere cook, I would have smacked that bouncing ample ass. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to bend her over and fuck her from behind. Dammit. I shouldn’t be thinking like this, I have to get myself a whore tonight to fuck, if not; I doubt I would resist the urge to fuck Crystal. That daring bitch. The knock on the door knocked me out of my reverie. The door opened, revealing Shadow. He bowed slightly and walked towards me. "Any information? Were you able to find out who initiated the trafficking?" I asked. "No, sir. But we found a spy who seemed to be the culprit that killed the dead men." he explained "A spy?" I raised an eyebrow. "Yes, sir. He is among your bodyguards, we sighted him receiving a secret call with a burner phone, but he isn't saying anything yet." Shadow replied. "Where is he now?" I as
Zara's POV "What do you think you are doing?" I heard the bastard's voice, and I opened my eyes to see him smirking down at me. He shoved his phone in my face, making me know it was his phone he had picked beside me. Dammit. Here I was, having done the most stupid thing of closing my eyes. Heck, I had been anticipating a kiss. Hell me. I pushed him away from me and bolted out of the room. I was fucking embarrassed at myself. What the hell had I just done? No, I wasn't expecting a kiss, it was all part of the plan of seducing him. Yeah, that's it. I was tryna seducing him. I rushed into my room, locking the door behind me as if he were chasing me, my heart beating so fast. Get a hold of yourself, Zara. I moved to where I had hidden my secret phone, tucked beneath my bed and picked it up. Xander had called. I dialed his number and his fatherly voice came through from the other end. "How are you doing, Kid?" he asked. "Hmm...at least I'm alive and still breathing." I replied
Delia's POV How dare Cassius send me away because of that bitch. For just a mere cook? A mere cook who he had just employed. And the bitch had been revealing her round boobs, is she trying to seduce Cassius? Is she trying to make him fall for her? Which would never happen, Cassius is never committed. Well...I can't blame her, Cassius is every woman's spec. But still...I can't allow her plan to succeed. Her plan must flop, I have to make her stay away from my Cassius. He is mine to fuck, and mine alone. "You sent for me, ma?" Drake, my assistant, said as he entered the room."Did Cassius send a message to me to come over?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. It would look absurd that I just got back home from his place and I'm already looking forward to his message, but that's how much I want Cassius for myself. "No, ma." Drake replied. "Any message at all?" I pressed. "No, ma.""Dammit!" I cursed as I picked up the vase on the table and swerved it forward, shattering it into pi
Zara's POV Dammit. My body still aches from Cassius's touch; he sure knows how to touch a woman. Fuck me, I'm not supposed to be feeling this way, but who wouldn't when a guy touches them this way. His hands burn my body with pleasure. Fuck the person that called that put an end to the pleasure. But what type of a person punishes someone this way if not that bastard! And about the document he said, I didn't even bother opening it, I had just tossed it to God knows where. I'll do what I want and not what someone tells me to do, but now, I'm facing the aftermath. I tried wriggling my hand off the handcuff the bastard had pinned me with, but it was futile, there was no use struggling. Dammit. Is this how I'm going to be till the bastard comes back? Ahh! I looked around the room and it was really empty except for this bed, a chair and a table at the far end of the room. Some papers were lying on the table; I wonder what they are. Since this is a private room, the papers must co
Cassius's POV Delia shot me a glare that could pierce through steel as if she couldn't believe her ears. "I should leave?" she asked. I pulled up my trousers and zipped it up, my mood having turned sour already. "You heard me, leave." I said as I adjusted my trousers, trying to regain my composure. "Cassius..." her voice trailed off as she picked up her dress on the floor, put it on, and headed towards the door. She whispered something to Crystal, whose gaze was on the floor, and Crystal's eyes widened as she watched Delia walk away. "Did I not tell you not to enter my room without permission?" I asked, my voice firm as I stood up from the bed and strolled towards her. Goddammit. Her breasts were tantalizingly visible, and I could see the outline of her nipple, making my mouth water. I wondered what it would taste like; chocolate, vanilla, or something entirely unique. I'm not supposed to be thinking this way;she is my cook. My cook. "You never told me that." Crystal said
Zara's POV "What the hell are you doing?" Cassius's voice rang out, and I jumped up, my heart racing. I'm in soup. What to do now? I quickly removed the flash drive and wriggled it tightly in my hand. "I was checking if your system is still working due to the drink that poured." I said, trying to sound as innocent as possible and stood up, behaving as if I was dusting my trousers, and slipped the flash drive into my side pocket, hoping he wouldn't notice. Cassius didn't say anything and just descended the stairs, his piercing eyes fixed on me, making me shiver. He came to his laptop, his gaze scanning the screen as if searching for tampering. Thank goodness I had quickly cleared what I was doing. He glanced and glared at me, then walked to the dining room. I stood in front of him, watching him eat with calmness . It is hard to believe this handsome beast, with his chiselled features, structured face, and piercing green eyes, was a Mafia Lord who killed someone without bat
Zara's POV Running. I just felt myself running. No, I was running. But to where? I don't know! The sight I had just seen made me lose my senses. I had seen Cassius write a bold 'M' on an innocent man's head. The bastard had done it without a hint of remorse, then he had shot him right in the forehead. Devil. When I had fled the club, I didn't go back home and had just stood at a corner outside the club. Cassius emerged moments later, cool and collected, entering his car and driving off as if nothing had happened. I quickly hailed a taxi and followed him, my heart racing. He stopped at a warehouse—was that where he killed people? Innocent people? Bastard. Did he derive joy from taking lives? It felt like a game to him. I, on the other hand, only killed bad people out of necessity, and I hated every moment of it. After what felt like hours, I found a perfect spot to peep. I crouched low and watched as Cassius bent over a tied-up man. Another body lay lifeless on the floor. I had h
Cassius's POV ********************************** "Get everyone on the lookout, I would be there in ten minutes." I said into the phone, locking my apartment door behind me. My gaze drifted to Zara’s door across the hallway. Annoying bitch. Her audacity grated on my nerves, but I couldn’t deny that it intrigued me. Most people cowered before me, their fear obvious, but she? She had a fire I couldn’t quite extinguish. "What if they start before you get here?" Shadow’s voice, steady yet urgent, broke through my thoughts. My head of security wasn’t one to panic, but even he knew the stakes tonight were high. "Just wait for me," I replied firmly, heading to the elevator. My tone brooked no argument. "But make sure everyone is safe. No screw-ups." "Understood, sir," Shadow answered. I tapped my AirPods, cutting the call, and stepped into the elevator. Once outside, I waved over one of the guards. He approached swiftly, head bowed in deference. "Take the alternate route to the ba
Zara's POV "What?" I gasped. "I really didn't do anything." "We shall see about that." he said, stood up, hissed, and left for the dining room. Fuck. My body still tingles from his hand on my nipple. Is that how he played with everybody's feelings? Zara, I think you are really the person here playing with someone's feelings. But I haven't even done anything. "Crystal." I heard his voice as I quickly adjusted my top and raced to the dining room. "Am I supposed to serve myself?" I bit my lip and bent over to dish his food as I stood before him as he dipped the fork into the food. "Are you going to stand and look at me?" he asked, and I scoffed and took my seat opposite him. "Are you going to be counting the amount of food I eat, or did you poison it, and you are waiting for me to die?" How I wished I had poisoned it, bastard. I stood up and went to sit in the sitting room. Then, I saw his phone on the table and I looked toward him to see he wasn't looking.Then, a message popped up