Chapter 27 The Hit

My father is not one that is scared very easily; in fact, I might have seen him on one or two occasions where he was only but mildly concerned. But to say that he is not terrified now is most definitely a lie. My only concern is to get my princess home and to make sure that she is safe. It does not seem like she heard what my father said, for she is still very quiet and calm. My father is not going to approve of her coming with me, but now more than ever, I am not letting her out of sight.
I am secretly scared witless myself, but I need to be strong for my princess now. That he can go this far, if I said that I did not expect him to do this, then I'd say that I am a bit too optimistic. But to go as boldly like this, in front of my nose, when I clearly warned him on numerous occasions if I can recall. If I lay my hands on him, he is going to wish that I shot him in the head when I wanted to.
I don't know if I should even tell her this, but do I really want to start a relationship built on secrets and lies. All I know is that my father requires my presence as soon as I set my foot in the door. Am I going to send her to my room, or do I take her with me? I guess we are going to find out as we pull up into the driveway.
"Princess, I know my father scares you, but I am going to need you to come with me."
"What is wrong? Your father sounded quite hysterical on the phone earlier."
"We can talk once we are in the office."
"Christian, what is going on?"
"Everything will be fine; please just trust me."
With that, I step out of the car and make my way around to open the door for her. I tightly lace her fingers in mine and lead her through the house until we are standing outside the door to my father's office.
"Princess, look at me."
"Christian, you are scaring me."
"I wanted to tell you something."
But just then, the door opens, and we are met with a man whose's pale face has seen brighter days.
"Father, just give us a minute."
He goes back inside but does not close the door behind him; instead, he goes to sit on the corner of his desk. I completely ignore him and carry on with what I wanted to say.
"I should have told this to you the first time I wanted to say it to you."
"Christian?"
"I love you, princess."
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the clear shock on my father's face, but what I will remember the most when I think of this moment is the four words that leave her lips with the greatest of ease.
"I love you too."
But of course, he is colder than ice, and he needs to ruin the moment. "Now that we know that you love each other, can we get this damn elephant out the closet?"
"I love how you refer to someone's life as an elephant father."
"Christian, don't get that tone with me. You both know I do not approve of this little merger of yours, and because of it, it has brought trouble to our door."
I hear as Cassandra raises her voice over me and my dad arguing. "Can someone please tell me what is going on?"
I show my princess to the couch in the far corner of the room, with my dad following shortly behind us. I will be the one to tell her what is going on, for I fear my father will just scare her shitless.
I take her soft little hands and envelope them in my big strong ones. Her body is still, but I fear it might not remain like this for long. I gather all the strength that I can get and pray to myself that I will not put the fear of life into her.
"Princess, we have a slight problem with Antoni."
"What is the problem?"
"He has put a hit out on you."
"A what?"
"He is paying the first man that brings him your head.
"My head like in my real head
"No princess, not quite like that, but he wants you dead."
"Can't you just stop him?"
"I am afraid that any money-hungry trigger happy asshole will come after you."
"Then what am I going to do?"
...Cassandra POV...
So it seems that my mom's fiance is, after all the scumbag I first thought he was. To say that he has got balls to go this far remains to be seen. The damn thing cannot even do it himself; he must get a hundred other goons to do it for him. Well, I have news for him; he and his little hit does not scare me at all. I just hope for my mom's sake that she does not know about this.
But poor Christian is scared off his head. For one second, I wish to rewind to what he said. The big strong Mr. Caine just crumbled in front of me when he told me so gracefully in front of his dad that he loves me.
He needs to know that I am not a scared little girl. I deal with a bunch of assholes every day; one stupid one that hides behind his gun is not going to put me down.
"Christian, I think it is time we pay him a visit again."
"Princess?"
"I am not scared of Antoni Vega; I do believe if we set an example with him that they will back off."
Then Foster speaks, "Or enrage him even more. You are fully aware that Christian's life is in as much danger as yours?"
"I can fight my own battle, Mr. Caine; I am only asking you for guidance."
"Well, it is going to be hard to protect you if you are all over the place."
Christian knowing full well what his dad is referring to, steps in for me. "Father Cassandra does not dance anymore."
"Well, at least that is good news. Tell me, Cassandra, how much of your father's arsenal is available to Vega?"
"We have not gone to collect yet, so Vega has full access to it."
"God, that is all we need, a bunch of trigger happy assholes with the most dangerous guns you can get."
"Father," Christian interrupts. "I think we should go rattle his cage a bit; the worst thing that we can do is to go stick her in a hole."
"I will not allow you to do this."
"I am afraid you know that you are not going to stop me."
"Mr. Caine," I start to say. "I do not wish to be rude, but I am staying in your son's life. You might as well learn to get used to me being around."
"Cassandra, I have nothing against you; what I do not like is the danger you bring to my son's life."
"Well," Christian says. "Can we all just agree to disagree that nobody shall tell me that I cannot be with my princess?"
Foster finally admits defeat. "Who am I to interfere with true love?"
...Christian POV...
I am so proud of my princess; she is standing her ground, even up against the big old stubborn Foster Caine. But what stuns me even more, is the half-hearted approval my father gave for our relationship. He has never been a man that shows a lot of emotion, so I shall not complain with what we get.
"Thank you, father, you know how much it matters to me."
"Well, I will leave it up to you to sort this out; I shall not meddle unless you ask."
We stand up to leave the room, but as I walk to the door, I forget there was something I wanted to mention to him.
"Oh, by the way, I cut off a man's fingers today."
"You did what? "
"I just showed some scumbag how he should not treat a woman."
"I can see you are going to be a problem."
I only but chuckle to myself, for that look on my father's face was priceless. He can be glad I did not tell him what I did with them after that.
When we are finally out of the room, I turn to my princess with questioning eyes.
"Did you really mean that?"
"Mean what? You are going to have to be a bit more specific."
"That you love me?"
"Mr. Caine, is it so hard for you to believe that someone can love you?"
"Princess, for a man that has never known the love of another apart from his family, it does tug at my heartstrings."
"Well, I will say it again. I love you, Christian Caine."
"And I love you too, my princess."
"Well, now that we have established that, let us go grind ourselves some Antoni Vega ass."
"If you would not mind, I would love to get out of these; your ex did kind of reek of something awful."
"Hahaha. I almost forgot about that."
She only but smiles at me as she looks over her shoulder back at me. And then, of course, she goes and does it again. She is swaying that goddamn tight ass ever so seductively. With each sway turning my legs into jelly, making the fire in my groin start raging out of control. What I love the most about her are those long slender legs that are firmly nestled in her red stilettos. She just knows how to drive this man crazy.
"Princess, can you please stop doing that?"
"Doing what?"
"You know exactly what you are doing."
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Well, then I am left with no other choice."
I step a few steps faster and grab her tightly around that ass that she was so teasingly swaying. In mere than two seconds, I have her flung over my shoulder and giving her ass one good spanking.
"Aaahhh. Christian, put me down!"
"Told you not to do that to me."
"Okay, point made, Mr. Caine, now put me back on my feet."
"I am afraid that I cannot do that."
Just then, we pass my mom as we make our way through the kitchen. She only but smiles a wicked little smile at me.
"You kids better behave."
"Mom, I always behave."
"Yes, you are good at behaving badly."
I just wave her off as we make the way to my room. My princess is still furiously kicking her feet. But then I feel her lifting my shirt; before I even know what her intention is, she grabs hold of my waist and sinks her tiny mouth of teeth into me.
"Aaahhh. What did you do that for?"
"I told you to put me down."
"That is playing dirty."
I slowly slide her off my shoulder and rest her gently back on her feet. She is breathing short little rapid breaths as she giggles to herself.
"Oh, so you think that was funny?"
"Maybe just a little bit."
As the last syllable escapes from her lips, I gently take her hands and pin them firmly against the door above her head.
"Maybe you should take this in the room."
"Where is the fun in that?"
With every breath she takes, my mouth moves closer to hers, wink by wink until there is no space left between our trembling lips.
"You have no idea how desperately I want to make love to you."
"Since when does Christian Caine make love?"
"Since he met Cassandra Cummings."
In an instant, my quivering body is up against hers. The warmth of her body threatens to consume me, but what sends me over the edge is feeling her erect nipples as they pierce through my shirt against my sculpted chest. I slowly raise her leg and slide my hand up her thigh until my fingers find the edge of her panties.
"Christian."
"Ssshhh Cassandra."
"But someone is going to see us."
"Then they should not be looking in the first place."
I hear as her breaths are getting heavier and more strained. I know that she is now completely wet and ready to go. I gently take her lower lip and nip it between my teeth; she groans in agony as the sensation sends warmth to her core. By the way, she is squirming; I know she wants me to take her now. But I do nothing and only continue to take her lips passionately in my own.
"Christian, please."
"Ssshhh Cassandra."
"But..."
"Ssshhh."
I bite into my bottom lip, and she does the same. It sends a goddamn sensation so strong to the tip of my hard length. I growl deep within as my groin starts to ache. In one swift movement, I gently pull the string. In one flick of my hand, I leave her bare naked underneath
"Christian, give my panties."
"You should not wear these; they are so easy to take off."
"I am wearing pants from now on."
"Don't you even dare do that?"
"Well, tiger, since you are going to leave me hanging, we might as well go see Antoni now."
"Tiger?"
"You growl like one."