Matteo POV.No sooner had Alina and Dimitri arrived than we received the news that Francesco and Sophie were killed in the compound in Sicily. The only word we have is that the staff and the occupants were slaughtered, but Cass and her team are still alive. We have all tried to call them, but no answer. But we have kept trying. I have a feeling in my gut that something bad has happened to her. To my Regina, tesoro mio.One of the local police officers reached out to me and so here we are, in Sicily. We are speeding towards the compound. Andros is beside himself. We don’t know who it was who attacked the compound, but I have an idea. My only thoughts are getting to Cass, and fast.We drive through the gates of the compound and park up. No sooner has the cars stopped Andros is out and running to find his sister.“Where is she?” he shouts as he runs through the villa, shouting her name. I look around and see the grass littered with blood and shell casings. This was organised. They came h
Cassandria POV.“I’m sorry, Mrs Black, but the crash has left you infertile.” Those words swirl around my head and a part of me is happy for that fact, but the other part is devastated. I’m happy because I escaped my fate of being married to him. But at the age of twenty-five, I do or did want a child. It won’t happen now because of him. I was twenty-one when I married him. The monster known as Curtis Black.It has been a year since that crash and I am away from him and that is what matters. I lost everything when I married him. My freedom, my sanity, my friends, and family, hell, I nearly lost my parent’s company and my life. I’m well rid of him and his sadistic, drug-fuelled ways.“Hey, little one. Where did you go?” I take in a breath as I look up at my big brother Andros, who is looking at me with worry in his ice-blue eyes, the same as mine. I smile at him as I open the laptop to start this meeting with the company shareholders. It’s three in the morning here in LA and the meetin
Cassandria POV.The last month has been difficult as what would be my wedding anniversary is approaching and I know I will break down. Everything is still pretty fresh in my mind and I’m finding it harder and harder to hold the memories off.I have been waking in the night covered in sweat and shaking as I relive the memories. So I have not been sleeping. Andros knows something is wrong, but I brush it off. Lying to him that I am working on designs for the latest contracts. I know he knows I’m lying, but he won’t push me for the truth.Tonight I am being taken to a new exclusive night club called Sinners and Saints. Apparently everybody who is anybody in this town will be there. So I have to go. Even though I would rather stay home surrounded by snacks and crappy TV. But Lola has other ideas.Lola is Andros’s girlfriend. I caught them in the kitchen and that is an image I need acid to remove. Apparently, they have been dating for nearly a year and he didn’t tell me because he didn’t w
Matteo POV.This meeting is draining. The nightclub Sinners and Saints is the newest property in my inventory. I don’t usually do my illegal business deals in my legitimate businesses, but then again, I’m untouchable. So I can do whatever the fuck I want.Right now, I am looking at the son of a bitch who is sitting in front of me, squirming in his seat. I may be the mafia king and anything is fair fucking game. But I draw the line at human trafficking. All the families agreed to that law when I took over ten years ago.So this piece of shit Michael Santo thought he could go under the radar. He is wrong and he won’t make it out of this building alive.The club isn’t open yet and for good reason. Even though the authorities can’t do shit to me, I don’t want members of the public to see his corpse being carried out of here.“Tell me Michael. How’s business?” I ask as I sit watching him like a hawk. He begins to relax. The stupid cunt thinks he can get one up on me? It’s laughable, really
Cassandria POV.The sex god is Matteo DeAngelis. Bloody hell!“Andros, I need to erm, go.” I say as I look at my big brother and his smile disappears, and he moves to me.“What’s wrong?” he asks, and I turn and walk back to the VIP section, pushing past people to get to my clutch so I can go home. I have just been grinding on the damn mafia king who is my big brother’s best friend and boss. Could the ground open up and swallow me whole, please?A hand grabs my wrist and I feel what can be described as static run up my arm and I gasp as I turn and bump into his hard chest.“Don’t run from me. I won’t hurt you,” he says and I gulp, getting lost in his eyes. I nod my head and smile softly at him as I look down. His fingers move to my chin and he tilts my head back. And it’s like he is looking into my soul and I shiver.“Matteo. Who is this bitch!” I’m snapped out of the stare off with him as I look at the woman glaring at me seething with rage. Now she is a barbie doll. Typical LA brat.
Cassandria POV.I spent the day alone. Andros left a text on my phone telling me he had to go and do some work and Lola went to her apartment. So I have the house to myself. I guess he knew I needed my space after what happened last night.So here I am, sitting in my sweats, his hoodie with the hood up obscuring my face, with the curtains closed, wrapped in a blanket surrounded by snacks and bottles of soda. I ordered a pizza and it should be here soon. I shut my phone off after I read his text message and ignored the door.Now I’m binging my shows as I dig into my ice cream. Yes, I am not ready to face the world after what happened last night. The door bell rings and I groan.“Pizza for miss Bristol-Romano.” I sigh and grab the remote from under the blanket, and pause the show as I shuffle to the door. I know I look like death warmed up. But I don’t care. I open the door and take the box and bag and thank him as I close the door and lock it again.Moving back to the sofa and the safe
Cassandria POV.Looking up at this huge mansion, I nod in appreciation. It is gorgeous. Modern and sleek. Floor to ceiling windows complete with privacy glass. The walls are white, the front door is a double door in black. The three steps leading up to the front doors are made of white quartz. I look up and there is an enormous window just above the front door.There are up-lights against the walls. It looks cold, masculine, clearly a bachelor pad. Andros opens the door and ushers me inside.I step inside and just wow. The interior is clean and shiny. The marble floors shine and the walls are white, with modern artwork hanging from them. The entry way has two stairs cases that join to a platform at the top complete with glass panelling. I feel sorry for whoever has to keep them clean.There is a lounge area with black area rugs and a huge open fireplace. Definitely a bachelor pad. It lacks warmth, and that lived in feeling. I follow Andros under the arch of the stairs and into a cater
Matteo POV.Shit! Why did I have to say that? She bolts away and I shout after her, but she won’t stop. She is running on pure adrenaline. Andros looks up, hearing me shout after her. He runs after her like I do. My security team is closing in on her.“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH HER!” I scream, and they back off as she screams and falls to the ground. She is fighting invisible forces and I know who it is. That cunt of an ex-husband of hers. Curtis motherfucking Black.“NOOOOOOO, CURTIS, STOP, PLEASE. I’LL BE GOOD, PLEASSSSEEE!” she thrashes her eyes are open but vacant. Her mouth opens in a silent scream and her eyes go wide. Her body tenses as she rolls onto her back, kicking and screaming to get away.My heart shatters. Why did I have to open my fucking mouth? I run to her and grab her up. Her fist connects with my face and I see stars. Fuck! Andros grabs her face in his hands and calls to her. For a moment, she stops and her eyes clear as she looks at her brother.Then it happens again. I