Chapter 28 Death Of Vega

Antoni Vega is about to see why you do not mess with Christian Caine. He might think that I am just a pretty boy that flashes his gun around town; well, he is just about to find out how very wrong he is. And looking at the rage on the beautiful face of my princess, I would say that he has just messed with the wrong woman. She is more than ready to serve his head on a plate, and what scares me even more, is her persistent request she made for me to give her a gun.
Now, first of all, that is goddamn hot; I have never seen anything far sexier in my life. If I thought she look gorgeous in her skimpy outfits, she looks damn near irresistible in these tight black plant that does nothing but accentuates her firm ass. She has my blood completely boiling; I am on the way to confront a scumbag with a full raging hard-on.
"Princess, can we not just stop somewhere?"
"Why do you want to stop?"
"Don't act stupid; you know exactly why I want to stop this car."
"Well, tiger, you are going to have to keep it in your pants, for we have a little pesky termite to exterminate."
"Hahaha. Pesky termite, you say?"
"I could call him a few other things, but I am afraid that my mouth will feel too dirty afterward."
"I know exactly how to clean that mouth, and if you let stop this car, I can quickly show you."
"Mmm. Is this the way you talk whenever you have to go set someone straight?"
"I think the boys will throw me out of the car then."
I know that she wants it just as bad as I do, but she is just focused on setting Vega straight. I have no idea what to expect when we get there, but what I do know is that he is most definitely going to play dirty. I have no clue what she is going to do to him, and she made it very clear that I should not even be asking.
As we pull up into the driveway at her mother's house, we do not see Vega's car there. He might be here, we do not know, but if he is not, then we will definitely be waiting. If he does come inside if he sees us being here, it is a complete question on its own.
Strangely enough, we see her mom come outside to greet us; she seems fairly surprised to see us here again after what happened the last time. Now, if her mom is aware of this or not is completely left to be seen. For now, she is happy to see us as we step out of the car. As we do, I see my princess stick her gun into the back of her pants.
"Damn, princess, that is hot."
"Keep it in your pants, tiger; I promise you that it is all yours when we get home."
"You think we are even going to make it home? I am still yet to test that passenger seat out."
"Hahaha. You really want me to believe that you have not tried it in this damn ridiculously overpriced car?"
"Just as you said, it is ridiculously overpriced. Do you really think I want a cum stain on my seats?"
"Hahaha. Look at you having your priorities straight."
Then is vixen goes and does it once again. All I do is but grind my teeth and take advantage of the full view. I softly call out for her as we walk up to her mother.
"Those hips are going to get you into trouble, princess."
I watch as she gently bites into her lower lip, and seductively gives me a wink. As soon as we greet her mother, we are all back to business.
"Hey Cassandra, I was not expecting you two."
"We were also not quite expecting to come, mom, but some pressing matter has unfortunately brought us here."
"Well, come in and tell me all about it."
I don't know about my princess, but I am not here to make small talk. It is not only distracting but somewhat annoying if you have other things on mind.
"Where is Vega, Mrs. Cummings?"
"He just left to run an errand; he said he would be back in twenty minutes."
"Well, we are actually here to see him."
"Oh god, what has the man done now again?"
"I don't know if you really want to know."
While we go to sit around the wooden counter of the bar, Giselle goes to pour us all some of Joseph's finest whiskey. It does not take Cassandra long, and she is already thrown it at the back of her throat. This woman is never going to cease to amaze me. She is so going to get all six and a half inches when we get home.
...Cassandra POV...
This man is absolutely insatiable today; the moment I stepped into these tight black pants, he completely lost control over that raging bulge in his pants. He has been looking for every excuse just to take these off, but Mr. Caine should know better that business always comes before pleasure. Now the question begs, is this the moment that I show them who I am? Is this how I step up to become a mafia queen?
Now my mother must choose very wisely on how she is going to answer this next question. She knows we are here for Antoni, but she does not know what exactly for.
"Mom, do you know about this hit?"
"What hit? Don't tell me you are already deep into this?"
Christian looks in surprise as he speaks to mom. "Well, Giselle, we were hoping to ease Cassandra in, but something came up that forced us to make a stand now."
"What do you mean something?"
"Someone has put a hit out on Cassandra."
"Oh my god, Cassandra, this is why I never wanted you to know about it. Do you know who it is, Christian?"
"I am afraid to say it is your husband."
"What? Antoni? Never, he would not do such a thing. The man is ambitious but not stupid."
"Well, I am afraid to say that he is as stupid as they come."
I watch my mom for several moments as she is busy talking to Christian. I am confident in saying that I know her fairly well, and from the way she is acting, she honestly does not know anything about it.
"So I am guessing you are here to confront him?"
"I am afraid that we are. I think for the sake of your safety that you perhaps go somewhere where it is safely away from him."
"I am not going to hide in a hole while this man is threatening my daughter."
"Mom, please, we don't know what this man is going to do."
"Cassie, I am not hiding."
"At least just go get a gun then."
"Please don't tell me that you have one on you?"
I need not even answer her question, for the answer is written clearly all over my face. She only but shakes her head and leaves the kitchen to go to the office where my dad's collection is.
As we stand in silence to wait for her to get back, there is the deep rumble of a familiar voice coming from behind us. In that very instant, the entire world seizes to exist, my mind goes a blank as a single sheet of paper, and I can feel the adrenalin slowly starting to boil through my veins. The absolute desire to shake fears to consume my body, but instead, I throw down the glass of cold whiskey that I am clenching in the palm of my hand.
I watch as Christian's face turn into an utter rage; that once beautiful brown eyes is now burning as red as hot coals. He does not even flinch an inch of a muscle as he continues to slowly sip from the glass that he is holding casually in his hands. Even though he is a hot raging fire, he yet seems calm and composed. He is built for this; this is the world he thrives in. Weak men like Antoni Vega do not scare him.
"Well, look whom we have here. Pretty boy and his stripper."
...Christian POV...
Now we are already off to a good start. I think this man was very unlucky when he was born, for it seems that he only has a few select brain cells.
"It is Cassandra. I think I have told you this before; you must be truly dumb if you cannot remember that."
"I see that you still do not know how to respect me in my home."
"If it were your home, then I would, but last time I checked, it was Giselle's."
"Last time I checked, she was my wife."
"Yes, a marriage I am sure the woman was forced into. If I had my way, I would pay every damn court I can find to divorce you."
"You are already starting to annoy me. What are you doing here?"
"I don't know Vega, why don't you tell me."
I watch as his face turns to that of a boy that was just caught with his hand in the cookie jar. And what a big jar it is, for he has now become a mumbling idiot. All that I can hear from the stutters is how.
"You should not trust people so easily. Not in this business, and that is why your sorry ass will never run any operation."
"Did you come here to threaten me?"
"Oh, I am afraid that you have already gone and done that. Now the way I see it, Vega, you call this off, or I shoot you."
"Hahaha. I did not take you for a clown. I am afraid, Christian, the only one getting shot is you."
Now, if I have perhaps not said this before, I am saying this again, this man is an idiot for he is about to make the biggest mistake of his life.
In the wink faster than a breath, I watch as Vega reaches for his back. I immediately know what he is reaching for. One fraction a bit faster, I go around and grab my gun firmly in the palm of my hand. But Vega is surprisingly just as fast, for I soon find myself staring at the barrel of his 9mm Glock. I see his hand slightly trembling at the lack of experience. As he sees me stand my ground without even twitching a muscle, his eyes grow wide in shock and horror.
"Put the gun down, Vega, for I will shoot you."
"That is what you said last time."
"Well, this time you are threatening Cassandra, so yes, this time I am shooting your sorry ass."
"Get the fuck out of my house and take your bitch with you."
"God, you are deaf and a complete dumb idiot. I told you it is Cassandra."
"She is a trashy little whore that thinks she can take over from daddy."
And if I ever needed encouragement, then this will be the moment. I look over to my princess and give her and reassuring smile. Then I slowly, as if time is standing still, my index finger comes to rest against the trigger. I know if I so much as sneeze, then Vega is dead. I have now made my decision; Antoni Vega must die.
But this is where all hell breaks loose. What both Cassandra and I failed to notice is that Giselle has come from the side and now has a gun pointed at Vega.
"Don't ever call my daughter trash."
Giselle squeezes the trigger, but she is shaking so uncontrollably that the bullet only flies past Vega's head. In an instant, he spins on his heels to face her; not even hesitating the least bit, he fires off a round at his wife.
I show for my princess to look away, but she absolutely refuses to listen to me. Before Vega can even get the change to face me, I count the inch of a second that it takes me to pull the trigger, and even milliseconds later, I feel the gun slightly jolt as a round leaves the chamber of my gun. With one loud snap, I can almost see the bullet travel the short distance and shoots straight into Vega's head. With one large thud, he falls into a pile of shit to the floor.
The next thing I hear is Cassandra scream, my first instinct is that she must have been shot, but instead, I see her kneeling next to her mom, that is lying in her arms.
"Christian, help my mom."