Matteo POV.“Don’t hurt her Tadashi.” I say after Keomi led Cass away to change into more comfortable clothes for this duel.“It is not her you should be worried about. I’m no fool, Matteo. I have heard what she is capable of. This, however, is not a sparring exercise. Alina, explain to them what it is.” We all turn and see Alina standing there in an Akido uniform, or Gi, as it is known. The long flared black trousers look like a skirt and a black top that ties to the side. In the belt at her side is a long wooden sword. Her long black hair is pulled into a ponytail. She bows to Tadashi.“This is a ceremony. If she passes this spar as you want to call it, she will be recognised in the ranks of the Yakuza. If she knocks Tadashi down three times, she will be recognised as a master.” She tells us and I look at her in wonder.“Did you ever knock him down three times?” I ask her and she shakes her head no.“I came close. No one has ever knocked this old fool on his ass. He is too sly, too
Cassandria POV.I go and change back into my white pant suit and red blouse. My Katana is now sheathed and in my hand.I still can’t believe that I beat Boss Tadashi Hamada, and that the Yakuza are now mine to command.Once I’m ready, I open the sliding door and Matteo is standing there, waiting for me. He walks to me and kisses me.“You sure you want to do this?” He asks me and I look up at him and nod my head.“Yes, it is time to put this to bed. I want to be able to live without worrying about them lurking around every corner. They have already caused me so much pain and suffering, it is time they had a small taste of their own medicine.” I tell him and he looks at me. His eyebrows furrow.“I won’t do everything they did to me. I’m not that sick and twisted. I will humiliate them, beat and degrade them, before I kill them.” I tell him and there is a sense of calm that has washed over me. Which is strange. Up until now I have felt nothing. Maybe me giving into my feelings for Matteo
Cassandria POV.I sit there sipping on a coffee, listening to the screams coming from all three of my prisoners. Why should I dirty my hands when I have people to do it for me? The coppery tinge of blood hangs in the air as I watch Valentina crawling on all fours, naked and bleeding from the whip strikes on her back.Rocco is the same and Baron, well, he is restrained against the wall, watching everything that is happening to his precious daughter.“You better keep your eyes open, Baron, unless you want them pinned open.” I say, blowing on the coffee as Tati kicks Valentina in her stomach. She curls up in a ball and endures the assault. I have not had her defiled. I would never wish that on anyone. But she has been beaten, whipped, tortured. The same as Rocco has.“Please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She sobs, her face covered in blood, snot, and dirt. I sip my coffee like I can’t hear her. The same she did to me.“Tati, ya dumayu Valentina nuzhno prinyat vannu.” (Tati, I believe Valentina
Matteo POV.Cass is such a bad ass. Not once did she flinch as she watched Valentina and Rocco get their comeuppance, not once did she tell her team or the king’s or the yakuza to stop. She sat poised, calm and collected and directed what was to happen like a director on a film set.The only time she got her hands dirty was when she decided it was time to end them. Me personally I would have toyed with them for days, giving them every single ounce of pain she felt. But Cass is different. She wanted to end it quickly, and she did.I know she will be concocting ways to get to Nikolai for his role in her suffering, but the question remains. Do I tell her the truth about her parents? Or do I let sleeping dogs lie, so to speak? If I don’t tell her and she finds out that I knew, then that will only incur her wrath, but if I do tell her, then she will no doubt hunt down Nikolai and it will be one huge fucking mess.“Tesoro, where are you going?” I catch up with her as do the rest of the team
Cassandria POV.I’m gently jolted awake. I rub the back of my neck from sleeping on Matteo’s shoulder. I’m dazed as Matteo lifts me. I wriggle and rub my face against his neck, like a child who is still half asleep. Which is what I feel like at the moment.Everything that has had happened has taken its toll on me. All I want to do right now is have a bath and go to sleep. Whatever needs sorting can be dealt with tomorrow. Right now, I need time.“Matteo, I’m so tired.” I mumble and I hear a chuckle. I lift my head and squint to see who it is that is chuckling at me. I blink a few times and see Hulk looking at me, and I smile at him.“Hulk, don’t laugh at me.” I say, and he smirks at me and winks. Asshole.“Come on, tesoro, you are exhausted. Rest up and sleep.” Matteo says, and I shake my head.“No, I need a bath and then sleep. Oh and food, I’m so very fucking tired.” I mumble, and he tightens his hold on me.“Cass, what’s wrong? Are you ok?” I look up and see Luna and she is fussing
Cassandria POV.I sit there on the bathroom floor, huddled against the claw-footed bathtub. I’m shaking. Is it from the cold, the rage, the realisation that I was the reason they died?“Tesoro, look at me. This is not your fault.” Matteo has my face in his hands and the tears are just pouring down my cheeks, dripping off my chin. I’m numb. They did this to get to me. How could people be so fucking cruel? Well, I know how.“They wanted me. My parents died because of one mans greed. So it is my fault.” I move my face from his hold and he sighs when I look back at him and it clicks. I shove him away from me. He hits the floor and I launch myself at him. I straddle him, not caring that the towel has slipped, my hand around his throat.“You knew.” I say through gritted teeth, and he looks at me. He opens his mouth to speak, but I squeeze, restricting his air flow. When I’m pulled off of him. I snap.I thrash and scream, throwing elbows at who has me, kicking my legs out wildly as I remembe
Cassandria POV.I limp through the mansion. I need my phone, my laptop, and my team on their A game. I fall onto the sofa with a sigh. I lean my head back and close my eyes. So much for my relaxing evening. I scoff before I chuckle. It will never end unless I get to Nikolai first. The only way I can do that is by going after this monster’s family. I will use them to lure him out of hiding. I won’t hurt them. I don’t want them; I want him.I want him to know how it feels to have your family’s life in someone else’s hands. The fear of losing them. He will come for them and when he does, I will take him. I won’t kill him, no I will leave his fate to the others. He is a stain on this world, the amount of innocent men and women he has taken and destroyed countless families all for greed.I know it will never end, not until I have him. He thinks I am a prize, no it’s him. He is the one every mafia family is after. And it will be me who brings them all justice. If these were medieval times,
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.I limp through the mansion. I need my phone, my laptop, and my team on their A game. I fall onto the sofa with a sigh. I lean my head back and close my eyes. So much for my relaxing evening. I scoff before I chuckle. It will never end unless I get to Nikolai first. The only way I can do that is by going after this monster’s family. I will use them to lure him out of hiding. I won’t hurt them. I don’t want them; I want him.I want him to know how it feels to have your family’s life in someone else’s hands. The fear of losing them. He will come for them and when he does, I will take him. I won’t kill him, no I will leave his fate to the others. He is a stain on this world, the amount of innocent men and women he has taken and destroyed countless families all for greed.I know it will never end, not until I have him. He thinks I am a prize, no it’s him. He is the one every mafia family is after. And it will be me who brings them all justice. If these were medieval times,
Cassandria POV.I sit there on the bathroom floor, huddled against the claw-footed bathtub. I’m shaking. Is it from the cold, the rage, the realisation that I was the reason they died?“Tesoro, look at me. This is not your fault.” Matteo has my face in his hands and the tears are just pouring down my cheeks, dripping off my chin. I’m numb. They did this to get to me. How could people be so fucking cruel? Well, I know how.“They wanted me. My parents died because of one mans greed. So it is my fault.” I move my face from his hold and he sighs when I look back at him and it clicks. I shove him away from me. He hits the floor and I launch myself at him. I straddle him, not caring that the towel has slipped, my hand around his throat.“You knew.” I say through gritted teeth, and he looks at me. He opens his mouth to speak, but I squeeze, restricting his air flow. When I’m pulled off of him. I snap.I thrash and scream, throwing elbows at who has me, kicking my legs out wildly as I remembe
Cassandria POV.I’m gently jolted awake. I rub the back of my neck from sleeping on Matteo’s shoulder. I’m dazed as Matteo lifts me. I wriggle and rub my face against his neck, like a child who is still half asleep. Which is what I feel like at the moment.Everything that has had happened has taken its toll on me. All I want to do right now is have a bath and go to sleep. Whatever needs sorting can be dealt with tomorrow. Right now, I need time.“Matteo, I’m so tired.” I mumble and I hear a chuckle. I lift my head and squint to see who it is that is chuckling at me. I blink a few times and see Hulk looking at me, and I smile at him.“Hulk, don’t laugh at me.” I say, and he smirks at me and winks. Asshole.“Come on, tesoro, you are exhausted. Rest up and sleep.” Matteo says, and I shake my head.“No, I need a bath and then sleep. Oh and food, I’m so very fucking tired.” I mumble, and he tightens his hold on me.“Cass, what’s wrong? Are you ok?” I look up and see Luna and she is fussing
Matteo POV.Cass is such a bad ass. Not once did she flinch as she watched Valentina and Rocco get their comeuppance, not once did she tell her team or the king’s or the yakuza to stop. She sat poised, calm and collected and directed what was to happen like a director on a film set.The only time she got her hands dirty was when she decided it was time to end them. Me personally I would have toyed with them for days, giving them every single ounce of pain she felt. But Cass is different. She wanted to end it quickly, and she did.I know she will be concocting ways to get to Nikolai for his role in her suffering, but the question remains. Do I tell her the truth about her parents? Or do I let sleeping dogs lie, so to speak? If I don’t tell her and she finds out that I knew, then that will only incur her wrath, but if I do tell her, then she will no doubt hunt down Nikolai and it will be one huge fucking mess.“Tesoro, where are you going?” I catch up with her as do the rest of the team
Cassandria POV.I sit there sipping on a coffee, listening to the screams coming from all three of my prisoners. Why should I dirty my hands when I have people to do it for me? The coppery tinge of blood hangs in the air as I watch Valentina crawling on all fours, naked and bleeding from the whip strikes on her back.Rocco is the same and Baron, well, he is restrained against the wall, watching everything that is happening to his precious daughter.“You better keep your eyes open, Baron, unless you want them pinned open.” I say, blowing on the coffee as Tati kicks Valentina in her stomach. She curls up in a ball and endures the assault. I have not had her defiled. I would never wish that on anyone. But she has been beaten, whipped, tortured. The same as Rocco has.“Please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She sobs, her face covered in blood, snot, and dirt. I sip my coffee like I can’t hear her. The same she did to me.“Tati, ya dumayu Valentina nuzhno prinyat vannu.” (Tati, I believe Valentina
Cassandria POV.I go and change back into my white pant suit and red blouse. My Katana is now sheathed and in my hand.I still can’t believe that I beat Boss Tadashi Hamada, and that the Yakuza are now mine to command.Once I’m ready, I open the sliding door and Matteo is standing there, waiting for me. He walks to me and kisses me.“You sure you want to do this?” He asks me and I look up at him and nod my head.“Yes, it is time to put this to bed. I want to be able to live without worrying about them lurking around every corner. They have already caused me so much pain and suffering, it is time they had a small taste of their own medicine.” I tell him and he looks at me. His eyebrows furrow.“I won’t do everything they did to me. I’m not that sick and twisted. I will humiliate them, beat and degrade them, before I kill them.” I tell him and there is a sense of calm that has washed over me. Which is strange. Up until now I have felt nothing. Maybe me giving into my feelings for Matteo
Matteo POV.“Don’t hurt her Tadashi.” I say after Keomi led Cass away to change into more comfortable clothes for this duel.“It is not her you should be worried about. I’m no fool, Matteo. I have heard what she is capable of. This, however, is not a sparring exercise. Alina, explain to them what it is.” We all turn and see Alina standing there in an Akido uniform, or Gi, as it is known. The long flared black trousers look like a skirt and a black top that ties to the side. In the belt at her side is a long wooden sword. Her long black hair is pulled into a ponytail. She bows to Tadashi.“This is a ceremony. If she passes this spar as you want to call it, she will be recognised in the ranks of the Yakuza. If she knocks Tadashi down three times, she will be recognised as a master.” She tells us and I look at her in wonder.“Did you ever knock him down three times?” I ask her and she shakes her head no.“I came close. No one has ever knocked this old fool on his ass. He is too sly, too
Cassandria POV.For the rest of the conference, I keep replaying Baron’s words over in my head about my madre. Like father, like daughter. No wonder Valentina is the way she is with a father like that.I listen to the key speakers, which are older and more experienced Don’s, but I drone it out. I need to leave and get to the prisoners of the Yakuza. Matteo hasn’t left my side since the incident with Baron.Matteo has hold of one hand, and Andros has the other. He is pissed, just like I am. When I go with the Yakuza later on, Andros will come with me. No one, and I mean no fucking one, talks ill of our parents. Not if they want to keep breathing.People start clapping and I join in. Matteo kisses me before he leaves our table to go and give the closing speeches.“Well, little one. I hope you are happy. I know Matteo will never hurt you. He loves you and I hope you will let him in. Sis, you deserve to be happy.” Andros says before he kisses my head. I look at him and just nod my head.I
Matteo POV.After the shower incident, every time Cass looks at me she is blushing and I don’t know if it is because of the cold water thing or the sight of my cock that has made her embarrassed. Either way, that blush makes her look cute.I had Tati bring clothes for her this morning so we can get to the conference. Today is about making connections, settling old grievances and up dating laws. We do this so it stops war over territories and keeps everyone happy.Cass is sitting next to me in my SUV as we both drive to the Los Angeles Convention Centre. We also have food and drinks, so it takes the edge off. The whole area and surrounding buildings and roads are secured. Private security, military, and police.If anyone wanted to take us all out, it would be at this event, even though no one would be so fucking brave to try. It is always best to be safe rather than sorry.We have an escort like always whenever I go anywhere, seriously you would think I was the president, but then agai