Chapter 4.

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. Everything she wants handed to her on a damn diamond encrusted platter. Clearly has never worked a day in her life.

“Valentina, I told you to stay away from me. We are done.” He snaps at her and I move away from him. I know women like her. I have seen them before, hell I was bullied and beaten by women like her.

He grabs my hand and interlaces our fingers. I just stare down and control my breathing. I have learnt to defend myself over the last year. Andros has been teaching me. So I know if she puts her hands on me, I will fight back.

“Don’t be stupid. How could you pass up on me for this whore?” My mind goes back to the abuse I suffered. Curtis and his men would call me that when they took what they wanted from me.

“Call me that again, and see what happens to you.” I say, only loud enough for those around us to hear. She chuckles as she and her band of bitches step closer. Matteo steps in front of me. I lift my head and step around him. Something takes over in me.

“Let me guess, you’re a pampered little princess. Daddy gets you everything you want. But he couldn’t get you, Matteo. So like the little slut you are, you thought you could entice him with your used up pussy? So tell me barbie doll, or is it coke-whore? who is the whore here?” I say as she glares at me, her fists clenched at the sides. Lola moves to my side.

What the fuck am I saying? This is not me.

“You think he is interested in a nobody like you when he can and does have me? You call me a whore, but look at you. You home wrecking little whore.” She spits and I step forward as Lola grabs my upper arm.

I slap this entitled little bitch across her face, and she loses her balance and falls to the floor. Lola releases me and I’m on her. I grab her by her hair and pull her up until I get in her face.

“Back the fuck off. I’m not the one you want to mess with. So apologise to Matteo and me now.” I snarl in her face and her face goes white.

“Whore.” She spits in my face and I punch her. Her friends try to get me off her, something snaps in me.

The memories come rushing back as I’m held down as one of Curtis’s men rapes me as I watch Curtis fuck another woman. When he pulls out of her and walks to me. I’m then ripped up and off the vile fucker by my hair as Curtis forces his cock down my throat, calling me a whore as I can taste her on him. Gagging and pushing to get away.

I scream as I rip the heel off my foot and bring it down as I’m ripped backwards off of her. I scream and thrash to get out of the hold to get to her.

“CASS. Calm down. It’s ok, it’s ok. Come on little one, snap out of it!” it’s like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on me and I go still. I look around and all eyes are on. I struggle to be put down once I’m released. I’m mortified at what I’ve just done.

“I’m sorry.” I run out, people moving out of my way as I run in one shoe to the exit. Andros is shouting after me, but I keep running.

I find a cab and jump in, tears streaming down my face.

“Drive.” I say, and she does. I bring my knees up to my chest and cry. The driver pulls over and moves to the back.

“It’s ok, honey. It’s ok, whatever it is, everything will be fine.” I look up as I tremble as I see a woman in front of me.

“Here, drink this.” she hands me a bottle of water and I take it in shaking hands. I can’t open it so she helps me and I thank her.

“Now, where are you headed?” she asks me calmly and I tell her and she nods her head before she leaves the back and takes her seat up front. The journey is in silence as we pull up to the gates of the community.

“Thank you. I can walk the rest of the way.” Then I realise I don’t have my money. I left my clutch at the club. Shoot!

“No, ma’am. I’m taking you to your door.” She says and I nod at her, too tired to argue at this point. When she pulls up outside my house.

“Give me a sec and I will get the money from the house.” I say, and she shakes her head.

“No need, sweetie. You went through it tonight. Look at this as a random act of kindness. Now you go inside and get some rest. Whatever happened tonight, it will be OK,” she says and I thank her as I leave the cab and walk up the path to my front door and punch in the code and open the door.

I step inside and close and lock the door as I walk towards the stairs. I make my way up the stairs and into my room. Closing the door behind me. I sink to the floor and sob, hugging myself until I fall asleep on the plush carpet.

I wake up with arms around me and I stiffen, seeing as I’m in bed and I’m in my PJs. I turn my head, scared to see who it is. I sigh in relief to see it is Lola.

“Go back to sleep.” She mumbles, and I close my eyes again and snuggle back into her.

“Whatever that was, I’ve got you little sis. I love you.” She mumbles and I bite my bottom lip as I allow sleep to take me once more.

Waking the bed is now empty and I know I will have to answer their questions about what happened last night. But I’m not ready to open that box just yet. I can deal with it on my own. I don’t need to burden others with the disaster that is my life.

It just goes to show you can’t keep the past hidden. It will always find a way to come forward.