Meeting her mom, I know I said I would, but I did not think she would actually do it so fast. The saying goes, "What are your intentions with my daughter?" Well, really, I want to pin your daughter to a wall and fuck her so hard that she cannot spell my name anymore. Now I can't particularly say that to her mother, and I cannot say no to her either. So guess I am going to meet the family tonight, as far as I know only her mother, but I am sure the fiance will be there too.
"Of course, princess, I can pick you up at six."
This poses as a bit of a problem; there is no way I am sitting around the same table as Antoni Vega. Not only do I not like breathing the same air as he does, but he has been a constant thorn in the Caine family's side. He refers to himself as new and upcoming in our business world, when he is only but causing trouble as far as he goes. I can see why he has now paired himself with the widow of Joseph Cummings.There is something Cassandra does not know, and to think that her mom has even managed to keep it from her for this long, truly does amaze me. Yet considering that she does not know what her father did, it does not quite run true to me. But if th
...Cassandra POV... If he thinks he can slip his full six and a half inches into me and hope that I will forget, well, he is wrong. Sex will not get him out of this situation, maybe at least not this time around. Even though he feels so damn good, and that thing he does with his hip is driving me insane, he is not getting away with it. "Christian, stop!"
...Cassandra POV...Yesterday was absolute torment. First, I found out that I am supposed to be some Mafia Queen, and then Christian hits me with a bomb. What am I supposed to do with something like that? You can't just lie to someone, and then the next moment you tell them that you are falling in love with them. He is Christian Caine; what does he even begin to know about love!And so do the girls agree, well, maybe not Jessie. I hate how she is
Bearing your heart is never easy; for me, it has never been done before. If it is bearing which you want to call it, for me, it sounds a lot more like begging. But if that is what it takes for me to get what I desire, then that is what I shall do.In front of me is the only woman I know I will ever desire so much. To say she is beautiful does not do her justice at all; she is far beyond what is exquisite to the eye. She is my princess, and I know I cannot leave here today if she is not mine once again.
I don't know why, but my princess has grown brave enough to speak to my father. For what reason, I do not know, but I suspect it can either be one of two things, and somehow I don't think it is about her being an exotic dancer. I knew such a conversation would happen sooner or later, maybe not quite so soon yet. If this is what her heart desires, then this is what she shall get."I am sure he is in his office, princess. I will go check for you."
...Cassandra POV...Everything is happening so fast now. I only have but just met Christian, and we have already been through so much together. Just a few days ago, I was an exotic dancer, and now, as crazy as it does sound, I am set to become what men in Christian's world call a Mafia Queen. Do I know what I am doing? Not the slightest bit at all, but with Christian by my side, I shall be able to set my mind to do what it is to what I wish it would be doing.
She is like a breath of fresh air on a fluffy white cloud. That is what her naked body feels like as she lays pressed peacefully up against mine. I am not a man for soft and tender moments, but this is something I could easily get used to every day. I do sound like every part of me has gone all mushy inside, but this is how I shall feel about her for as long as I possibly can.As I see her slowly start to stir, I cannot but help get an enormous smile on my face. If I thought I looked like a mess when I wake, her head of fuzzy hair is the cutest thing I have ever seen.
...Cassandra POV...My new world has just become real. Christian Caine has just become very real. Do not let that pretty face fool you; this man that has a Ruger SR1911 firmly pressed Antoni Vega's head means business. One wrong word, and he will blow a rather big hole through his thick skull. I must honestly say it is rather scary, but I must admit that it might just be turning me on.What is even scarier is that loo
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