Chapter 26 Two Pinkies

To say that I did not lose control would be a blatant lie, for I did step very close to being over the line. But it all depends on what your perception of over the line is, for in my world; it is definitely not the same as in yours. The plain fact is, you do not lift your hand to a woman, even if she is the one that smacked you first.
As I look at my princess, I cannot only see the redness in her face where he hit her, but I can also see the hurt and fear in her eyes. I am not a man to shows emotion, but seeing her like this brings pain to my heart. I don't know how to take this away or make it better. But what I do know now more than ever is that I love her and that I will protect her for as long as I live.
We are sitting in the car in silence; I am very much trying to calm my racing heart. The adrenalin is still pumping hard through my veins, and the rage is still very much alive. But I need to get a grip; I need to be there for her now.
"Princess, I am not going to ask you if you are okay for not even I am okay."
"What did you do to him?"
"Forget about it, I am taking you home, and you are packing a bag."
"A bag for what?"
"You are staying with me now."
"What do you mean I am staying with you now?"
"Exactly what I am saying, you are staying with me."
"Staying the night?"
"No, staying permanently."
"But your father, he will never allow it."
"I am a grown man; he cannot tell me what I can do. I am moving out in any case."
"Moving out where?"
"Out of my dad's house, princess, and into my own."
"But..."
"Please, I need to know that you are safe when I am not around."
In saying that, every single thing that has just happened come racing through my mind. I know if word gets out, my father shall not approve of what I did, but I do know that given the situation, he would have done the same thing. The terrifying reality is that men like Damon and Antoni are going to keep coming after her. I know that sometime in the very immediate future, Antoni is going to come to knock on her door, and I need to be there when it happens.
I know she is being hesitant to move in with me, and in a way, I am not really giving her a choice, for I am in a very subtle way more like demanding. She is an independent and strong woman; she does not have a man to look after her. But there is that glimmer in her big brown eyes that is telling me that it is something that she too wants very much to do.
"Okay."
"Okay? Like yes, you will?"
"Yes, I will."
"Damn, princess, you don't know how happy you have just made this man."
I wrap my strong protective arms around her frail body and pull her closer to my chest. I gently rub her arms as she relaxes into my warm embrace. Despite the heaviness in my stomach, it flutters at the feeling of her body pressed against mine. The world around us melts away; I slightly squeeze her a bit harder as I do not want the moment to end.
As we slowly pull away from each other, the cold settles in just like the icy rain beating down from the skies. I can see that beautiful smile returning to her face. Her eyes might speak a thousand words, but her lips only say one, she is happy. I gently nudge her chin and lay a loving kiss on her sweet lips. If I am ever going to have the nerve, it has to be now. The moment is perfect; with all the raw emotion filling the air, it had to be now.
"Princess."
"Yes, Christian?"
"I lo..."
But then my damn phone rings, of course, it can only be my father that will phone at the most inappropriate time. Very reluctantly, I answer the phone.
"Yes, father?"
"I need to talk to you."
"I will see you at home in a short while."
"I need to see you now, Christian."
"I am busy with Cassandra; I will see you at home."
"Are you still with this girl?"
"Yes, father."
"I do not want you to see this woman."
"And I do not see how you can tell me that I can't."
"Watch your tone with me, Christian."
"Father..."
But he drops the call leaving me just as irritated as I was before. Something has him all tied up in a knot again, and it seems that I will be the one that is going to be at the receiving end. If he has any idea the amount of rage that is still flowing through me, then he will be wise enough to bite his tongue. I shall respect my father but not when it comes to my decision to be with Cassandra.
"Guess he still does not approve?"
"Princess, my dad is a very hard-headed man. He will eventually come around."
And then, from out of nowhere, I see the tears start to creep into the corners of her eyes. "Please don't leave me alone again. I know I said, but please don't let me do it again."
"I promise, princess, I will never leave you alone, no matter who it is."
"Please, can you tell me what you did with him?"
"Let us get your stuff first, and then I will tell you."
"And what were you going to say just now?"
"I don't know, I have forgotten already."
We finally drive off towards her home. The rain is beating down even harder than before; this has been quite a miserable day. This morning I was excited to wake up next to her; at least now I can be excited that I can take her home with me. The in-between, well, that all might pose as a problem, which I fear will come back to haunt me much sooner than later. I am afraid as top boss; I am already creating a very fearful reputation for myself; I am not sure how much my father will approve of it.
We reach her place in no time at all, but what should be a happy occasion turns into a somber one, for she is sad that she needs to leave this place. I was going to ask her to move in, but I did not quite think it shall be this soon.
"I don't know what to pack?"
"Just what you need for a few days; I will get Mason to come to fetch the rest."
"Is Mason like your errand boy?"
"Hahaha. I just trust him to get things done."
"And the other guys?"
"They all do different things for me."
"Will I have I also have guys to help me?"
"Yes, but we need to find them first. They have gone underground. Some might come back, and some won't."
"But can't I have girls?"
"Hahaha. Now there is something I want to see."
She stops what she is doing and walks over to me. I know that look in her eyes, and seeing it, makes me want it too. My dear old father will just have to wait for something more important has just come up.
...Cassandra POV...
He is refusing to answer my questions; I need to know what he did to Damon. If Damon is dead, then it will be my fau< I should have never let him leave me alone with him, for I fully knew what Damon is capable of doing. But we did not hear any shots or, for that case, anybody screaming, but the music was very loud you would not have heard a thing.
And now he wants me to move in with him. If it is in his own place, I would not mind it, but now with his dad. His dad does not even like me on the best of days; he is never going to approve of me. And most of all, he is going to try his best not to allow this merger to happen.
But Mr. Caine is about to learn how dirty I can play to get the answers out of him. Is lowly sway my hips as I walk toward him where he is sitting on the bed?
"You know what is going to be a pity."
"No, tell me, princess."
"We are never going to be able to have sex in my bed."
"Well, we do have some time now to fix that."
"But your father is waiting."
"I don't care; he can wait for the whole day."
"Mmm. Have we gone from a bad boy to a rebel?"
"Princess, you can call me anything; just get your ass over here."
I grab him by his damp shirt and pull him up from the bed closer to my body. He smiles at my attempt to take control, allowing me to pull off his shirt, then helps me drop his pants into a pile on the floor. He wraps his arms around my waist. I gasp as he swings me to sit back down on his lap.
In one brutal thrust, he sits me down on his hard length.
"Aaahhh fuck Christian."
He fills me so suddenly I cry out in shock. I feel his warm breath against my skin as his soft lips roam my neck. He is digging his fingers firmly into my ass. Then he slowly pulls me back up and slams me down his throbbing erection again. Waves of pleasure roll over me as he moans out loud, dropping me over his length again. I dig my fingers into his shoulder as I start to hop up and over him.
I gasp for air as I cling to him. He spins me around and places me on the bed. He stares at me with that wicked smile on his face, and I just know he is about to do his most favorite thing. He grabs my hands and pins them to the mattress above my head. He enters me with long, slow, easy strokes. I wrap my quivering legs around his waist to pull him in even deeper.
He lowers his mouth to my neck, his teeth scrape lightly against my skin, sending sparks down to my toes. He kisses his way to my collarbone. He brings one hand between our bucking bodies and presses on my throbbing clit. My free hand grabs onto his hair, holding him tight while I moan and squirm beneath him.
Suddenly he stands up straight; as he goes to grab my knees, I suddenly roll away and jump off the bed. I watch him as he stands there in complete shock. I can only giggle as I hear the frustration in his voice when he speaks to me.
"What are you doing, princess?"
"Giving you half of what you need, Mr. Caine."
"Come on; you can't do that, you can't leave a man hanging."
"Oh, but I just did. Now, how about some answers."
"You are playing dirty."
"Hahaha. I am learning from the best."
He stares at me with little puppy eyes, but I am not budging. I softly chuckle as he goes to put on his pants. But yet it seems that he is not going to answer me. With a big grin on my face, I finish packing. An hour later, I am standing in the doorway of my apartment, saying goodbye to the life I had here. I am going to miss all the times I spent with the girls here. But I have a new future with this very unimpressed and frustrated man standing next to me.
After we get into the car, he stops and turns to look at me. He starts off with a smile that soon turns into the deepest sadness I have ever seen in his eyes. I just know, judging by the deepness of his voice, that he is going to tell me what I have been seeking these past few hours.
"I cut off his finger."
It feels as if my heart goes to stop. Did I hear him right? I think he must be mumbling; he surely did not just say cut his finger off, did he?
"Well, maybe two."
"What? "
"Okay, it was two, his pinkie to be exact, both of them. He still can use his hand, so it is not that bad."
"Not that bad? "
"Well, he did ask for it."
"Christian, you can't cut a man's fingers off."
"Yes, you can; he can be glad he is not at the bottom of the river right now."
"Oh my god, okay, rather tell me what else you needed to tell me."
"Well, I...I wanted to say..."
Then his damn phone goes off; from the annoyance written over his face, I can only guess it is his father.
"Yes, father?"
All I can hear is the frantic voice of his father coming from the other side; something must be wrong; something seriously wrong has happened. When Christian looks at me, I can clearly see that all the color has drained from his face.
"What is wrong, Christian?"