28. The meeting Rogue's POVI came to a stand still. An eyebrow of incredulity lifted and I came out of Sabrina. Still on my knees, I turned to face Yurii."Come again?""Lincoln Raynott is here, boss. With Israel Babbiani." He reiterated, making my mouth lift into a grin.I've been waiting for this moment. For them to come and plead to me. Jumping out of bed, I pulled my pants on and buttoned my shirt. As we moved out of my room, I connected with Cezar on the psychic link and told him about our guests.'Do you want me to come along?' The impatience in his voice indicated his rage.'What I want you to do is make a video of Kathrine Raynott. I hope she is in enough malnourished state to stun her father and make him weak in the knees.' I said as I settled in the car with Yurii in the back while Sergey and Lev took the front seats.'We could also do with some of her tears. Make her cry.' I said and disconnected without waiting for his acknowledgement.The ember of my irritation burnt br
29. Remorse Rogue's POV I clenched my jaw harder and sucked deep breaths. A nervous habit in moments of hesitation like this. With my eyes still glued to the screen, I sat in the chair the ugly beefcake had occupied not five seconds ago and pulled the laptop closer. I opened the mail and looked at the attachment— the video clip. On the thumbnail was a still image of expressionless Kathrine staring at the camera straight at me with eyes that were actually floating with terror. I counted to ten before clicking the play button. The video began, so did the rise of turmoil in my chest. I bit into the inside of my bottom lip as the video started with the door being violently kicked open. Kathrine jumped at the sound and sat straight on the bed. She didn't flinch back when Cezar approached her with the camera focusing on her face. This face I was seeing now was on the thumbnail. Still and expressionless. But the thousand questions in her eyes and the muscle at her jaw ticking exhibit
30. A consolation gift Kathrine's POV "Kathrine," He spoke, his voice sounding gentle. My throat dried out and I found it difficult to breathe. I still pressed my face deeper between my knees. "Look up at me," He purred more gently. That wouldn't work. I will not allow him to manipulate me. I've never trusted anyone beside Beverly in my life. And Hugo and Claud. Maybe I trusted my brothers a little bit, too. But at this moment, it wasn't them asking me to let my guard down. I jerked away as I felt fingers touching my hand. I moved more into the bed and palmed my face. "Feto is here. He will examine your wounds and give you meds." Fury pooled in my belly. I lifted my head and met his soft gaze with dark glares. Sobbing bleakly, I attempted to move away because he was kneeling dangerously close to me. "Let him see yo—" "I am fine." I said, and instantly regretted for my voice sounded weak and helpless. Like a cry of a fawn. He darted his tongue out to wet his lips. His hand
31. Living in a dreamKathrine's POVNot that I was eager to go back to the hell my parents built for me from a young age. I just... It's just that I was worried for a few people. I should be blatant. I was only worried for one person and that is Beverly.Thoughts of her turned my vision misty. I resisted the threatening tears and pursed my lips. Since I was so mad at her, I didn't talk to her the whole day on my birthday. She had expressed she wanted to spend time with me and help me get ready. I refused and asked my guards to not let her in.As I think of her now, my heart throbs with a dull ache. I hope she's safe there! Not getting assaulted again by Aaren. And I truly pray that my father hasn't offered her as my replacement to Babbiani."You must miss your family and home," Pamela's sentence jerked me out of my trance. "But I am happy that you are here. I can do with a sweet company who reminds me of my daughter a
32. Another chance Rogue's POV I just came out of the shower after a rough fuck session with my mistress. I was glad that she helped me put the last few days behind me and get my mind sorted. Because having a hostage who had the liberty to rove in my mansion like a normal resident was too much to bear while I tried to deal with my fucking emotions. 'You can throw her back in that room, you know. You are still the Bratva Boss.' You see, this is the cause of not wanting to go out in my own house daringly. My wolf also knows what I feel for her. It was hard not to feel anything. Ever since I walked on her cowering in the small corner by the bed, caught in the chains, my heart exploded with inexplicable pain. I had a sleepless night back then as self-reproach ate my insides like corroding battery acid. The blood on her and the shivers running through her body... It all just didn't feel right. She was... Ugh, I hate to say this, but she was too cute and delicate to pay for the sins o
33. You are kind Rogue's POVWhen I came home, Bullet barked at me. I wondered why he was here. He should be with my captive in her room. It was his new room."Fuck off, beast. You're not cute any more." I cast him away with a foot and surged forward.Bullet followed. He barked loudly and to get my attention, he closed his mouth around my left foot."Okay, you have my attention! Now what do you want?" I couldn't fight my smile.I squatted down and lifted him in my arms. My Little baby. Although it's strange that I, being an animal myself, am petting another animal, having him in my arms felt pure bliss."I am not going to take you out. You can rot in here or wait until Pamela goes out. You ceased to be my child four days ago." I hugged him and placed some kisses on his forehead.I was happy he was being of some use to someone in this house. But still I couldn't ignore the feeling of being ditched.Two months! For two fucking months I cared for him despite having a tight schedule. I l
34. I kissed the mafia bossRogue's POVNext morning, I got up early even though I was up all night banging Sabrina until sunrise. I barely relaxed for an hour and was back in the shower to get ready and get my ass out of here so I wouldn't run into my vexatious captive.As the cold drops of water hailed down on me, I recalled my entrancing encounter with her over the last few hours.So Kathrine Raynott came to my bedroom shortly after I slammed the door in her face to call me for dinner. It wasn't like I was going to go out and sit with her and Pamela on the dining table, I still refused to her politely and lied about being busy.Then she came back again later that night after twelve with a glass of milk. She told me that she got to know through Pamela about me working non-stop for the last few days and that I needed some strength. It's not like I was really busy to be honest. Because all I did was bang Sabrina for four days to g
35. When wrong seems right Kathrine's POV Heady feelings bloomed throughout my body as I connected my mouth with his. He was motionless under me, totally surprised. He didn't breathe as I pressed my trembling but eager lips on his rough ones. He tasted of whiskey and smoke. I held his face tightly with my fingers and opened my mouth to use my tongue. Something crazy had gotten into me— or else I wouldn't have the guts to kiss my kidnapper— that shocked me too. But whatever it was was worth appreciation for I reveled in the feeling of his lips on mine. His lips were chapped and warm against mine. I trailed my tongue on his bottom lip as I looked straight into his eyes. He was glaring at me. Hurling daggers of fury, indicating he didn't appreciate this. But who cares? I loved this. I loved laying on his naked chest and being able to assault him like this. That's if I could call it that. He was warm under me like he had been sitting in a hot room all day. I ran a hand on the har