All Chapters of My Mafia Mate: Escaping the Alpha: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Cassie POVDamian had tried - and failed - to persuade me against helping out, but he had eventually thrown his hands in the air proclaiming “well, I’m not paying you,” before he disappeared into his office, leaving me with a rather amused Terry and Benny. The guys seemed to be excited to have me back and kept throwing hints that it was “where I belonged”, and I have to admit that I felt more at ease there than I had in months. I even felt at ease when I felt, rather than saw, Vasilios step into the club. My awareness of him had certainly heightened, and I can’t be sure if it was because I was in love with him or not. “How about a tequila and your number, sugar?” a guy with slicked back hair and a gold chain around his neck breathed in my direction. I smiled politely and poured him his drink, not bothering to even speak to him as Benny took over seamlessly and finished the guy’s order. “Has that guy been bugging you?” Greg asked as he pulled up beside me, a frown on his face. I

Cassie POVVasilios stood up, his face revealing nothing in his stone-like expression as he looked down at me. “I have loved you since the first time I laid my eyes on you, the scrawny baby who screamed louder than any other baby I had ever seen. I was your protector, your friend, your confidant, filled with brotherly love and affection.”He reached out and touched my cheek, the warmth of his hand spreading across my face as he continued.“Somewhere along our teenage years, that brotherly love turned into something else and I was ashamed that I was thinking of you in that way. The contract when you turned thirteen just solidified my displeasure at the situation I had been forced into - just to keep my father happy.”He abruptly let go of my cheek and my flesh turned cold as his eyes hardened. “I knew I had to chase you away, and just like that, you became unattainable. The woman I wanted but couldn't have because you were wolf-less and I couldn't possibly have a wolf-less Luna.” Va

Cassie POVI guess that old saying about hindsight being twenty-twenty was pretty damned accurate in my situation. After my rather blunt phonecall with Elle, I lay in bed in the dark and thought about the last ten or so years of my life. There were definitely things that Vasilios was guilty of, but I would be lying to myself if I said that I was perfectly innocent too. One week to prove to him that I loved him and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. It seemed like an impossible task when he was clearly so upset with me that he was even considering rejecting me. But he didn’t. He had had a thousand and one opportunities to be free of me, and yet he didn’t actually utter the rejection, and it made me question if he meant it at all. “He loves you, you stupid idiot,” I muttered to myself, flinging off my duvet and officially giving up on trying to sleep. The sun was already high in the sky and so I wasn’t entirely surprised when I ran into Damian’s companion in the kitchen, w

Vasilios POVI kicked down the door to the abandoned warehouse, secretly grateful that I had something to take my anger and my frustration out on. The door splintered and broke free from the frame, falling to the floor with an echoing clatter.“Span out,” I ordered my men as they followed me into the cavernous room. It was pointless. I could already tell that Cassandra wasn’t there. I guess that I was so desperate to find her that I had started looking in places I was certain she couldn’t be. My men returned in waves, all shaking their heads sadly as they confirmed my suspicions. With a growl, I ordered my men back to the strip club to regroup. “Can’t you sniff her out?” Amy asked me as she patted my shoulder and set a drink down in front of me. I swallowed the bark of disbelief and raised an eyebrow at her instead, “what do I look like? A bloody german shepherd?” She shrugged, completely unfazed with my grumpy response. “Well the better side of you has four paws and a snout, so

Cassie POV I groaned, feeling the nausea more sharply than I had in the days gone by. I wasn’t sure how long I had been locked up in the storeroom of what I could only assume was Greg’s home, but I knew that it was at least a few days. The chair I had been tied to had been replaced with a pile of blankets, which was an improvement I guess, since I could actually lie down a bit. But I was now handcuffed to a pipe which ran along the wall, so there was no escaping. Greg had been oh so kind and had left me a bottle or two of water and some sort of food item whenever he came to check on me, but it had become more and more evident that the guy was batshit crazy. My stomach grumbled and I looked down at the packet of uncooked ramen noodles Greg had “gifted” me with last time. With a grimace, I opened the packet and took a bite of the crunchy noodles. There was the familiar sound of a key slipping into the lock on the door and turning, before Greg stepped in with a gigantic smile