Living Up To A Legacy

Yesterday was a rather big confirmation to not only King but to my princess that I am serious about being at the top. Well, King does not know that I am coming after him, though something does give me the fair idea he has a suspicion. Now, quite frankly, I do not care what a stir I have caused amongst the rest of the bigshots in town. And as they firmly are now aware of is that I own them.

Now this one we are going to play out slow; I am not moving in as fast as I did with Joseph Cummings. I want to take my time to terrify the shit out of King. But before we even come close to that, we need to resolve this one little minor thing.

Who will be stepping up for the Cummings Crime Family?

I am not truly married to Cassandra yet, but she was the one that did take Joseph down. So in all fairness, it should be hers to take. However, we have been unable to come to a decision. Cassandra does fear what such a responsibility will bring. It will not only put her as my direct opposition, but it will put her in more danger than I wish her to be.

So we find ourselves, Cassandra, me, and the rest of my men, standing in the kitchen. We need to come to a conclusion today, as there are a rather great amount of Joseph’s men lurking in the shadows just waiting to see what will be happening.

To say that I have never seen Cassandra so scared is only but an understatement, so I pull her back closer to my chest and wrap my arms around her tiny body. Then I softly whisper in her ear; the mere tickle of my warm breath sends her body shivering. Yet, “Princess, everything will be okay.”

“Christian, what if they don’t want to join you? I will only sit with nearly a hundred men that will only but want you dead. What happens when I step up? What happens to us?”

“Princess, as I said, we need to convince them to join me. If they refuse, then you cannot go against them. They will lose respect for you, and this will cause the rest of the community to feel the same.”

“But,” she hesitates for a brief moment. “If you step up, they still might not join you. In either way, they will still come for you.”

I turn her around and find the worry that is reflected in her eyes, “What is it that you wish to do?”

“Well, this might sound rather messed up, but in a way, I wish to live up to the legacy of the Cummings Crime Family.” Then she pauses for a brief while. “My dad was the best damn arms smuggler that you could find.”

“That I do not doubt for one second.” And with that, the choice is being made, even though I wish not for it to be, it is done and said. “Princess, then you shall take your rightful place at the top where you are supposed to be.”

With a sneaky little smile on her face, I know that the idea does set that adrenaline racing through her body. Though she soon realizes what this means. “Am I going to have to move from our house?”

And that is where I immediately stop, “No, not over my dead body. We will go find your father’s second in command and have this very discussion with him. Now tell me, are you even the bit excited?”

“You just want to know if the idea is making me aroused. Well,” she cocks her head as she only but giggles, “I have not forgotten what you did to me with that damn flogger. So wipe that idea from your head.”

Then from the side, I hear Mason clear his throat rather loudly, “You are aware that we are still here?”

“Oh, hush,” I only but wave him off. “Stop moaning and find out where we can get Joseph’s second in command. He fucking killed them off so frequently; I have no idea whom it is.”

With that, we call the meeting over; the decision has been made, now we only need to get the message over. I can see a certain King not being impressed with our choice, but he will see Cassandra as an easy target. Well, that we will need to change, but first.

“Princess, I need to take care of some business at the club. Are you going to come with me?”

She only but frowns at me, “What sort of business are you doing at my club?”

With a big rumble from my chest, I stop to turn and face her, “I love how you say it is your club.”

“Yes,” she nods her head at me, “Just like this is my house. Now, what are you up to, Mr. Caine?”

“Well,” I stop to choose my words wisely, “We are perhaps starting to dangle our fingers in more than arms.”

She immediately stops dead in her tracks, “What are you dangling those fingers in, for I can cut them off if they bother you.”

“Just some here and there.”

“I don’t think I want to know, but I am guessing that it would cater for some of the club’s clientele.”

With that, I follow her to the room. The door is not even shut behind us, and I have her firmly pinned up against the door.

“See, you still like pinning things, Mr. Caine.”

“Well, princess, I can always enter things if you complain.”

“Nice try, now let me go; I want to change.”

Pushing her harder up against the wall, I hear it slightly crack as I move my lips closer to her neck, “I am sorry I cannot do that, princess.”

She squirms and tries to release herself from my firm grip, but I am far stronger. I can see it is driving her crazy, and it flames the desire to take her.

I lean in and kiss her, soft, slow; then I completely devour her. With my free hand, I start to explore her body. My god, she is firm but yet so soft. As I gently begin to caress her, she leans deeper into my touch. Her body is squirming as she quivers.

As I let go of her hands, she grabs my hair and yanks me closer, taking my lips for hers to taste.

She kisses me gently and carefully, but it is not gentleness that I am after. I knot my fist in her hair, and as I pull her closer, she softly moans. Her arms circle my waist; as her skin lays hot and heavy against me, she is melting into my body.

My breath hitch, and my body numbs. As she runs her delicate fingers down my spine, the sensations that I feel sends a flush of heat to my core.

Fuck I want her.

I can feel the rush of arousal build up in my core. Strong lust and simple desire take control of my body and mind.

For one brief moment, the words leave my lips in only but a soft whimper, "I want you."

She gasps as I move my fingers down her hot, burning skin. She runs her hands through my thick dark brown hair; I growl deep from my chest and whisper.

“I want you. I want to be inside of you.”

I can barely finish my sentence, and her lips crash against mine. Her soft lips move against mine. Then she kisses me hard.

“Oh god,” I moan into her mouth as her tongue grazes mine.

I lose myself completely in the kiss, in the moment. My tongue finds the sensitive parts below her ear. The moan that escapes her lips awakens an even greater longing for her body and soul. The touch of her skin against my tongue sends a fiery passion throughout my core. I cannot keep my self-control any longer. It's like a battle raging inside of me as she makes my body quiver.

Her hands unlock behind my neck, and they are moving all over. First down my shoulders, then down my chest, I can feel my heart pounding beneath my flesh. Her touch sends my blood racing as she moves further down to my waist. My body freezes, and for a moment, I stop breathing, and a growl escapes my lips.

"Fuck, I want you."

She moans in my ear as her lips tremble, "Then take me."

I press her back even further into the door. She lets out another shattering moan. Every time I kiss her deeply, she makes the most glorious sounds, delicious noises of pleasure as I continue to plunder her with my tongue.

Then I stop and pull away; she only but frowns at me as the words leave my mouth in absolute torment, “Sorry, princess, but I need to go.”

“Christian,” she snaps at me. “You cannot leave me like this!”

“Oh, I can, and I just did. Now, are you coming?”

With that, I lead her downstairs and outside to where Mason is waiting for us already. He only but shakes his head at us, “You two, I think I must cut your hands off.”

“Are you going to cut my tongue off as well?”

He looks at me in complete shock and bursts out in a rumble of laughter, “Come, we are late.”

So we find ourselves navigating through the city streets on the way to the club. The mood is joyful, and I can say that we are all looking forward to what lies ahead.

But what lies behind is the fact that we are being followed. Well, at first, I thought it was just a car going in the same direction, but I am pretty sure that a black Mercedes without plated constitutes as a car that you need to keep your eyes out for.

Now not trying to get Cassandra scared to shit, I lean forward and whisper in Mason’s ear, “Change of plans, we are being followed.”

But yes, I am not going to get away with this one, “Princess, get down.”

“Why? What is wrong, Christian?”

“Princess, just get down.”

And my words have not even run cold; then I see them coming up towards up with a great deal of speed. I know exactly what is about to happen.

“Cassandra, get down!”

As she dives her head between her knees, the impact comes hard, and it comes fast. With one loud thud, we are driven forward, yet it does not stop there. They back off, and…

WHAM

They slam with pure brutal force into the back of the car again. I can hear Cassandra scream under the screeching of the tires. I hold onto her with dear life.

Then again.

WHAM

The car swerves to the right, and I see it coming up hard and fast. With one loud crash.

Everything goes black.