Kathrine's POV
I don't want to be anywhere else in the world. But here, in this house, in his arms, as his one and only.
My thighs trembled, feeling his intense gaze regard me. He stared way too long at my chest. It encouraged me to take a step forward. I closed the gap between us and placed my hands around his waist.
With him standing to his full height, I came under his collarbone. And no matter how badly I wanted to curl my arms around his neck I couldn't do it. He would have to slump in order for me to do it.
"I am where I want to be." I said and smiled.
He pursed his lips and narrowed his gaze, "You might want to go back home, Kathrine. With the monster from your closet gone, you don't have to worry about anything. Your house and everything else is pretty normal again."
The mention of home left a bitter taste in my mouth. It was not home. If anything, then that place was the re
49. Goodbye mate Rogue's POVI came back home with pain in the back of my eyes and a throbbing headache. I retired to my room and took a very cold shower to ease the tension in my body.The day had been full of shit. I killed five and ordered to put seven in manacles in the dungeons below the casino. So I could take my frustration out on them when I pleased. I was fucking pissed off. Thanks to the child-woman I had in my mansion. She had my head in all kinds of messed up. First of all she crashed directly into my life. Then she made an impression on me that was lethally alluring.I wanted to avoid her. But since she escaped her master and came back to me, it's been difficult to drag her out of my mind. Because that was sexy and badass as fuck.What set my heart on flames was the truth that she got away from her master and his men right after she left my house. Well, I didn't expect that from her. I thought she was full of aggression but it was no good.She gave out fire as that of
50. Safe Kathrine's POVThere were two fuckers smoking outside the cabinet. It looked different and less scary in the day of the light. I huffed as I realized the first time I came here, I had been all sweaty and shivering.Now as I peeked at the hell hole from behind a huge tree, I could see it was nothing to worry about. And with the owner of it gone, I didn't have to strain even a single muscle in my body.The men in front of me were huge. No doubt about that. They were also skillful and had more muscles than I did. But I could take them down. Strategy was a pernicious weapon. First I need to make a proper strategy and pounce on them.I lingered by the tree patiently and counted the number of men. There were seven strange faces, meaning they were Babbiani's men, and five I had seen work for my father in the mansion. I thought that was it when I watched Hugo and Claud. They were laughing as they came out straightening their clothes. Although I was far away, I could smell their ar
51. Thank you Rogue's POVI was as silent as a grave when Kathrine helped Beverly in the back of my car. I provided my coat to Kathrine that she put on her friend as she never left her side.My eyes scorched with forming tears as regret attacked my insides like corrosive battery acid. I didn't dare look up at her face. I was afraid I'd see something more than tears in her eyes.Although Beverly was silent, her calm breaths demonstrated that she was relieved to be saved. And I could feel the air of gratitude coming from her. She thought I was the one who saved her and that hurt me more. I didn't save her. In fact, I had arrogantly scoffed and shut out Kathrine's cries for assistance.Now as I watched the poor girl who was not any older than Kathrine shiver, my heart cracked. My conscience that I thought I didn't have mocked me. I kept my eyes out of the window as we drove in the silent night towards my mansion. "K-Kathrine," I bit harder on my tongue as I heard Beverly's voice. "I...
52. Care Kathrine's POV The longing of staying away from him for all these days evaporated out of my body. His cologne worked like magic on my senses and made my body relax. I heaved against his beating chest and stifled a sob. It was hard. Trust me it was really really hard. Seeing Beverly scream every night out of the fear of her nightmares becoming her reality, I was scared out of my wits. Her loud yelling about men jumping in the room through the window and holding her down scared the shit out of me. Although it was during sleep, her painful cries triggered adrenaline in my body, leaving me sweaty and staring at the windows of the room she was allotted to. A part of me knew nothing bad would happen considering that we were in the house of the most feared mafia man on this planet. The other part of me, the female part that was scared of inappropriate touches and groping, was constantly on high alert. Pamela would also stay by our sides, taking care of us. But I was still afrai
53. Can't have her Rogue's POV"So?" I craned my neck to my right at Xan who had a playfully curious expression on his face.I ignored him and took a sip of my whiskey. I know what he was attempting to do. But he wasn't going to get an answer from me.The truth is I don't know myself as to what I want in my life. I like blood and dead bodies. But a lover. It's scarier than seeing ghosts in the dark. I would be happier to embrace an evil spirit than a woman who feels something for me. Because there's nothing called love. It's just a delusion. And women and their feelings are nothing but a trap."Your girl said the other girl was suffering from some kind of trauma. Don't tell me you have a hand behind her suffering." Xan's words made my fists clench.I can do a lot of things but rape and forcing someone into becoming a sex slave is not my thing. "She's been enslaved and gang raped for weeks. If anything it was your fucking ass that collided with her and increased her anxiety." I scof
54. Stop me, please Kathrine's POV I squeezed my thighs together to stop the smell of my arousal mixing with air. But the man in front of me was sculpted finely with muscles in all the right places. He had scars on his skin that didn't look one bit ugly. If anything, it only made him look more gorgeous. "I... I..." Words got stuck in my throat just like how my eyes got stuck to his huge shaft. I know for a fact that he didn't do it intentionally. Mafia men are rough and careless. They behave as they want in their personal space so I can't really blame him for standing up naked without feeling an iota of shame. But this crazy heart of mine was doing rigorous somersaults. My skin was crawling with goosebumps. I gulped a knot down my throat as I watched him close the gap between us. He stopped several inches away from me. His eyes were fixed emotionlessly on my face whereas my body ignited with rising ecstasy. He was not touching me in any place and still I was burning all over.
55. Moved on?! My anger evaporated and shock replaced it, making me freeze in my spot. It was as though time had stopped for me. I couldn't believe she really said that. She wanted to leave. But where will she go? Besides, she has a friend who's still undergoing exclusive therapy. If she leaves here, she will never be able to become better and afford those therapists for her health. I didn't let my shock surface on my face and slowly dipped my head in acknowledgement to her request. "If that's what you want." I spoke gravely, but deep inside I wished for her to stay. I have a huge house that can accommodate a full pack. There are hundreds of rooms and dozens of servants. But it's just me who lived here alone. This mansion was my dream house. My personal space where I hoped to start my future someday. But the betrayal of my destined mate and the impact she left on me, I never thought I would ever bring a woman to stay with me here. Kathrine was a hostage. But she lived more like
56. On the streets Kathrine's POV He didn't come to see me one last time before I left his house. I kept waiting and waiting. My eyes burned with tears of hurt and disappointment because I waited for him. I had a hope that he would at least come to put an end to what had started between us. He didn't. The only person who was constantly by my side was Pamela. She even begged me to stay. She was not willing to let us go as she considered us as her daughters. But this relationship we had developed and the bond we shared was because of that heartless man who didn't even consider taking one last look at me. "Take this with you, please." Pamela had wailed while handing me some hundred dollar bills. I wanted to protest but she put a finger on my lips and shook her head, asking me to be quiet. "This is not charity, Kat. I'm lending you this money. You can return it to me when you start earning." She said and hugged each of us before we stepped out. "So... What are we going to do?" Be