Antoni Vega is about to see why you do not mess with Christian Caine. He might think that I am just a pretty boy that flashes his gun around town; well, he is just about to find out how very wrong he is. And looking at the rage on the beautiful face of my princess, I would say that he has just messed with the wrong woman. She is more than ready to serve his head on a plate, and what scares me even more, is her persistent request she made for me to give her a gun.
Now, first of all, that is goddamn hot; I have never seen anything far sexier in my life. If I thought she look gorgeous in her skimpy outfits, she looks damn near irresistible in these tight
I knew there was going to be trouble the minute Vega stepped through that door. What I also knew for certain was that I would be shooting him today. Now, if I say that I wanted to only wound him, then that would be a blatant lie. I have been wanting to plant one in that miserable face of his for a while now. What I did not expect, though, is for one of these ladies to get shot. Giselle is lying on the floor, and my princess is hysterically crying while she is kneeling next to her body.I cannot see how badly Giselle is hurt and sadly enough to say that if she is even still alive. Very understandable, but also somewhat frustrating, my princess does not
...Cassandra POV...Here we are standing, the two ruthless Caine men and the two elegant Cummings women, which in itself has not happened for years. They are all around the same table having a whiskey, casually chatting about a rather annoying little man they have just taken out. To say that this is a very rare scene is most definitely true. How long shall this peace last between these age-old rivals for as long as Christian and I are in charge?
How is it that my heart is once again hurt by her actions? I do understand that she wants to be with her father, but can't she see that no matter what gets thrown in our way, that I shall always choose her. Without any doubt, in my heart, I shall keep on choosing her over and over again. Even now, while my heart is breaking, I shall, without fail, choose her again.I have never had to come this far as to where I am standing on Lucy's doorstep with a heart that is breaking, and I know that even though I do not understand a thing about love, that she shall somehow in her own way make me feel better again. She has never had to face me with a broken heart,
My princess is missing. She is fucking missing. I do not know where the fuck she is. Why the fuck did I walk out the door and leave her alone like I did? My goddamn ego got the better of me, and I left her here. I hope she is not shit scared and alone in some godforsaken place.There is a suffocating grip on my heart as a hundred possibilities race through my mind. Each possibility is even more terrifying than the other. I shall break down into pieces if anything terrible has to happen to her, but let's not jump to any conclusions yet. There could be a very good reason why I cannot find her. My biggest concern is that we have pissed a couple of people
We just got a location for my princess. What kind of baffles me is where it is leading us. We are headed to the city center. Now, this must be one dumb ass kidnapper, or it is someone with a very thought out plan. The point is I do not care much for who he is; he is going to wish that he has never laid a finger on her. Or he might just find himself with a few less fingers; it all just depends on what mood I am in. Right now, he will be very lucky if he finds himself walking out there alive.So Mason and I are speeding towards the location; close behind us are Leo and Damian. Do not let Damian's pretty-boy face fool you; he is the most lethal shot in my
...Cassandra POV...I know of a certain someone's smile is so wide, if he did not have ears, his smile would be right around his face. Let us just hope that it stays there, for I do not know how this one is going to play out. He seems to have grown quite a deep disliking for my father. He looks like a man that does not easily forgive, never mind forget. The question begs, what am I going to do about it?I quickly take my phone and send Anna a mes
If I should say that the look on Joseph's face did not bring me a world of pleasure, then that would be a blatant lie. The moment Anna said daughter, his face turned blank, and the shade of white that dawned over him did not even match the color of his shirt. This man had clearly seen a ghost, or should I say someone he did not hope that he would ever see.But there is a problem; my own father has turned an even whiter shade of all fifty shades of white. Now, if Joseph has seen a ghost, then my father just had a skeleton jump out of the closet. There is something more to this, and I am sure that we are about to find out. It seems that Cummings and Cain
...Cassandra POV...Christian is being very secretive about this surprise. We have been through a round of twenty questions, and I am nowhere near to knowing what it is. I can't say that he knows me that well to know what I do and don't like. But then again, he is a playboy that is only now starting to figure out what a woman is about. The chances that it is a good surprise could possibly be sIim.We both have decided not to mention the messed up