...Cassandra POV...
There is a suffocating grip that takes hold of my heart as I see Christian slumped over the steering wheel. As I reach over to him and call his name, he does not respond at all. I can feel the tears start to trickle at the corner of my eyes. I jump out of the car and run to his side. As I begin to scream at the top of my voice, Mason pulls him out of the car.
His body is lifeless, his arms dangle to the ground, and his head is falling loosely to the back. There is blood all over his face, but I cannot see where it is coming from. I can not see any other wounds, but it does not mean that they are not there. Why is he not moving? The crash was not really that hard, but then again, Christian was not wearing his seat belt as I asked him to do.
I watch in horror as Mason takes his wrist to feel for a pulse. He does not say a word, but I know that there is not one. Then he puts his ear against his chest. And as he begins CPR, I know that Christian'
It is a gentle touch that folds firmly over my shoulder. The touch of a woman that knows how to take my pain away. I need not even have to turn my eyes and meet her gaze; I fold my own hand over her ever so tightly. With her, I can break down; I can completely unravel. And that is what I do. The instant I turn around, and she slides those protective arms around my shoulders, everything disappears“Mom, I have missed you so much. He was being a fool; he did not want me to help him.”“Christian, you know what a proud man your father was. He would never admit defeat nor take the hand of those that offer him help. I think your father knew the wrongs that he had done, and he saw this as a justice he had to pay.”“Mom.”My eyes seek that of my princess, that is still standing in the shadows. I know that this will bring great pain, and no
Should I feel bad because I asked, okay, perhaps ask is too subtle for what I did, but the question is, should I feel regret that I chased her out of a home that should be hers. Well, ask me that in the morning, perhaps I will, perhaps I won't. I am fairly leaning towards won’t at this stage. One thing that Christian Caine does well, is hold a grudge, and I hold it for long. Yes, she is the woman that I love, but in the same breath, she is the woman that lied to me.We have had, at the beginning of our relationship, kept our secrets from one another, but I can, in all honesty, say that this does not even compare to any of those. It would have sat far better with me if she told me then; I could have been mad but grateful. Now, now I am angry and furious. Now, as for my mom, yes, I am somewhat upset with her too, but I do understand that running away from my father is what she felt she should do. I just wish that she never involved Cass
…Cassandra POV…Christian is calling me over to his table. I feel like I can simply die. Is there any possibility that he will not think it is me? Well, Cassandra, that is just plain ridiculous; you have had your body all over this man far too many times that he would not notice that it is you. Yes, I think this awful dress is keeping him somewhat distracted. And I also believe that somehow it is not his idea to call me over. Well, I hope that the sky comes crashing down because I am about to faint.But much to my surprise, as I am about halfway up to him, I see Mike come towards me and pull me to one of the booths. In the background, I hear him talk to Christian.“Sorry, boss, but there was a gentleman that was looking for…Heather specifically.”“Who is this, Heather?”“She is one of the gir
…Cassandra POV… Christian has just stood up; now, if I think that he was getting up to go outside or even to gents, then I am sadly mistaken. He is walking to the edge of the stage where I am standing. He comes straight up to me, and I immediately drop my eyes to my feet. I think I can just about die right now. But then he whispers, “Heather, I know you are new, so I am going to help you with this. I have been there before, so I will show you how it is done.” I swallow hard and try to form the softest words from my mouth, but I can barely move. I don’t know if I should be getting aroused at that damn sexy voice or if I should be pissed that he is offering to climb into a shower with another girl. So with only but one finger, I lead him onto the stage, and god, it is there, the electricity, the heat, it is so unmistakable. Is it just me, or does he feel it too? I immediately pull away and show for him to take off his clothes. But then he gets t
I am on my knees in front of my princess doing what would possibly be the scariest thing in my life. Declaring a love that I know is beyond compare. Never have I been so sure about anything, this ring has burned a hole in my pock since the day that she went missing. Yes, I do know that we are only but very new in our relationship, but there is nothing that ever felt so right. I think I will simply fall into an abyss if she rejects me. Her hesitation, however brief it is, is going to give me the answer to the question that I so desperately seek. I can simply not bear to think what I will do if she says no.“Christian, I am not ready,” the words, the very last words that I expected to hear, the very words that form over her deep cherry lips simply knock me over the edge. I can stand for her to be mad at me, but I thought we were ready. I thought our relationship was ready. I thought that if I do this that everything will be fine.Yet, “I don&rsquo
Last night was torture as she ran circles through my mind as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy yet bringing me pain at the very same time. I could almost feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted. She laid spread over my body in nothing but pink lace, but yet all there was is an empty space that is only meant for her. Cassandra Cummings has been my undoing in more than one way.So with what can only be described as endless hours, I have been counting the seconds as they crawled in anticipation, I find myself waiting for her to show for her shift at the club. I have never felt so much nervousness creep up my spine. My heart will simply fall into an abyss if she refuses me again. But even if she does, I will not give up until I have her in my arms once more. She has become my now, my present; she is the driving force that will determine what I do next.Then I see her as she steps out of the dressing room, she
I nearly lost myself in Cassandra again. I am supposed to be furious at her, but yet I cannot keep my hands off her. I don’t know whom we are both trying to fool, we are meant to be, it is time we stop our foolishness.But if I thought her foolishness would not get any worse, I am bound to witness how she pulls a chair onto the stage, now this is something that she has never done before, but she has pulled what could possibly one of the most attractive men in this place at present onto the stage. Now if that was not enough, she is grinding that perfect pear-shaped ass into his groin for me to see. And god, what is even worse is the damn fuck is loving every minute of it. I can, from where I am sitting, hear how he is moaning and she, she is only but smiling.Now I don’t know if she wants me to lose it again, does she want to prove a point that I cannot control my temper? Well, I am going to show her that her actions are not affecting me. So, as hard as it i
Cassandra, she is like the song to a thousand melodies as I repeat the beauty of her name over in endless circles of my tortured mine. Never, not even before, has she captive my soul in such a way. I am simply falling apart without her in my life. It kills me over in agony to think how much longer we are going to play this game. This is not so much of a game for me, but, yet I think that it is one for her, and one that she is enjoying playing far too much.What else is not a game, is the loneliness. I cannot bear to be in one minute of silence in my own company anymore, let alone be in the silence of what used to be our home. The club has become my home for what might seem to be on a permanent basis as I have not gone home for several nights in a row now. I do not want to be alone between the walls that should be filled by her presence. I have moved, very much to the annoyance of Josh, a bed into my office where I spend my nights in blissful agony alone.And here is wh
They say a man’s life flashes before his eyes when he is staring death in the face; well, I say it is bullshit. All that is staring me in the face are the barrels of four Rugers. Now, did I foresee this happening? Well, of course, I did not come here to have a goddamn tea party. What was a casual exchange of threats has now only stepped up one level to where I am about to have my head blown off. Yet, Sloane underestimates my determination. I have come too far and too long to have Cassandra by my side; there shall be no one that comes between us. I do not care much if it was an arranged marriage; the way that I see it, the ones that made the arrangement are no longer here. Now, if Roman Sloane does not want to listen, then I shall kindly remind him again. “You can go right ahead and blow my brains out as much as you like, but you will not get Cassandra.” Well, now if I thought that he would listen, it only makes him more furious. With somewhat of a slight trem
I have never been able to control my temper; it is just one of those things that Christian Caine cannot do. Now, I find myself furious and pissed off at the woman that I love. Yet, I am not only pissed off at her but at her fucking father that did not think about anything but himself. So the great Foster Caine and Joseph Cummings are gone; who is left to clean up this mess? Well, it all falls down on me. As I have said, I cannot just go and kill a man because he is the one that is supposed to marry my woman. But, I am not going to sit back and wait for Roman Sloane to come and collect. I will, and at this very moment, I am on my way to try and convince the very man to stay away from my future wife. Am I being reckless? Yes, of course, there is no reasoning with me when I find myself when I am boiling over from anger. I know that it would have been a fairly good idea to have brought Mason with me, but I was too one-tracked-minded to make a sensible decision. And right
I have my princess lying next to me with very questioning eyes. Yes, she wants to know why the war is not over. Well, there is a question that I need to ask her first. The question here is, who is the one that shall get the most upset? An even bigger question is, will this cause a ripple effect in our relationship? I will not be able to survive if she has to leave me again, especially after everything that we have gone through. The fact is, I cannot just let this slip by as it is, it will, like all things do, come back to haunt you one day.So, as I stare into those big brown eyes while she is twirling those beautiful locks of blonde hair between her fingers, she looks so innocent, and yet I know that below she can be a raging fire. I need to tread this one very slow.“Princess.”“Yes, Christian?”I only but look at her in shock and cock my head but a slight bit, “What happened to baby?”She only but chuckles at
Driving back home from the warehouse is done in fairly silence. The boys here and there make a remark about how great the victory was, but as for my princess, well, she has not said a word since we have gotten in the car. My greatest fear is what this will do to her mentally.I know she handled herself well with Victoria, but this was her father; I cannot imagine how one should feel after you have taken such a life. I knew that when I asked for her to stay by my side that I was asking a lot, but now she has done the very thing that I was set out to do. Yes, it makes me feel like a failure as the Head of the Caine crime family, but it makes me feel that I have placed a great burden on the woman that I love.She is strong that I know, but there are some things, as I have said before, that one just could not come back from. She might hold this against me in time to come; our relationship might not even survive this. All I know is that this should have happened this way. N
My princess has yet disobeyed me again and went directly against my orders. She is at her father's warehouse prepared with only Jax, Damian, and Leo by her side. I don't know if the woman has got a death wish or if she is just plain and adamant in protecting me from her father. From where we are sitting in the middle of the warehouse, there is a raging battle of gunfire at the entrance; they are fast-breaking through the barrier of Joseph's followers.My princess has disobeyed me yet again and gone against my orders. The little vixen has come to her father’s warehouse with Jax, Leo, and Frank. I can only imagine what she threatened the poor guys with. Now I don’t know if the woman has a death wish or if she is just plain adamant in protecting me from her father.From where we are sitting in the middle of the warehouse, Joseph has no idea who is causing the raging battle of gunfire at the entrance. I just hope it is not my fucking princess doing the sh
I should have known that my princess will get me back. Little vixen surely had me going there for one minute; well, she will pay for her little stunt. Now, it took her an hour longer to come to save me from my own hell, and still, after that, I begged her to finish what she so cruelly started. After much convincing and some seductive kisses at that sweet spot behind her ear, I got exactly what I needed to get me going again. So, we are finding ourselves standing in the kitchen discussing our next step. She has suggested that we hit her father’s warehouse. Well, I can say the girl impresses me, for I would only have taken that afterward. Mason, on the other hand, is finding this amusing, “Boss, why did you not think of this, or were you too tied up at the moment when your brain was present?” “Mason, in fact, my brain was not present, and you better fucking run before I get behind that counter.” Just as I am about to reach over to slap the man,
I do believe that I should have put a lock on that door. But yes, never did I expect that a room that is supposed to have given me sexual pleasure has not turned into torture pleasure. Not that I am saying that hurting people is something that I enjoy, but I am just doing a tad bit at the present moment.Well, that was until my princess walked in on me. Now do imagine m predicament. I have a man tied to a chair who has just lost his finger, and that said finger is lying in front of my shoes. Now that is not the problem; I had fucking blood on my shoes.So as I spin around, hoping that she will not notice the blood, I slip the bloody knife into the back of my pants, yes, second big mistake. But my biggest concern is how is she going to take this.“Princess, what are you doing done here?” I ask with complete horror on my face.“I was bored, so I thought I would come to see what the fuss is about this room, but yes,” she seems r
My princess is not speaking to me; while it turned me on profusely, knowing that she was lying there and waiting for me, she did not think it was funny at all. It turned her on just as much; she just does not want to admit it. I will admit that I only went and untied her after two hours; hey, they kept me busy downstairs.So the little vixen is now sent me to the guest room, where I find myself even more frustrated than I was yesterday. Even after about fifteen messages to her phone, she made it quite clear that it is where I deserved to be.Now, she has locked herself up in the room; I do have a key to open it, but yet I think that she shall hate me even more if I just burst in. So, I am set to beg…again. Well, I would have left her to be mad and calm down, but I kind of need to change my clothes, for I am required downstairs yet again.And this brings me to the front of what is supposed to be our room.“Princess, please open up the door.&rd
We are park close to the house where Joseph’s lover lives. We have not seen much movement inside, but I can safely say that we need not have to ask what he is doing. How wicked it would be to catch him off-guard the way he is at the moment.Now I am in the back with Cassandra, still holding firmly onto the grip on my gun, when there suddenly is a knock on my window. As I snap my head to the left, I watch in an inch of a second as Mason jumps out of the car. The next thing I see is him shoving his gun into the back of the man.I recognize him immediately; he is one of Joseph’s men; he must have spotted me and thought he could be brave enough to take me on. Next to me is a rather terrified woman,“Cassandra, get into the front,” I yell as softly as I possibly can. The last thing we need is to cause an alarm for Joseph to come outside.Mason opens the door and tries to shove the man inside, “Shut the fuck up and get into the car