Chapter 41 The Fear Of Seven Horrors

I watch as three very nervous people are staring back at me. Now either they are just scared of me, or I can with certainty say that someone is lying to me. Now, if it were my princess, I would be furious, but for the other two, I have a very good idea of what is going on. For, believe me, I was not born yesterday, as Mason is the same stumbling idiot around Lucy as I am with Cassandra. But it still does not make it better than they have been hiding it from me.
So if nobody is coming out with it, then I shall just let it come down on them.
"How long?"
"How long what, Christian?"
"I am not talking to you, princess."
I watch as Mason's eyes grow far wider than what his face is even able to contain. He knows that there is nowhere from here where he can lie his way out of it.
"How long, Mason?"
"Three months."
The anger in me grows with more intensity, I was thinking more in the lines of a once of thing, but I have just opened a can of worms for myself. Someone's head is going to roll, and I have a pretty good idea of who it is. But I decided to torture myself for more details.
"Three months long or three months ago?"
"For three months, three months ago."
"How the fück do I not know this?"
"You were busy."
Yes, now it occurs to me, you give a man a hand, and he takes the fucking arm. He was to do one simple thing, not take the opportunity of the situation; needless to say, right now, I don't trust him.
"You were supposed to drive her around, not fucking..."
That is an image that I rather do not wish to have in my head. The question is, what do I do with him, for I did after all warned them. But just then, my phone rings.
"Yes, Damian?"
"We have a problem. You need to come home."
"What is wrong?"
"Your father. Joseph put a hit on his head."
"Is he...?"
"Just get here."
And in an instant, my anger towards Mason has been replaced with rage towards Joseph. I fully understand it is Cassandra's father, but the man is set on proving his point. He is starting a war that he is going to lose, and I hate for the day to come when I shall be faced with the decision to kill him. I am afraid, as it stands now, that there will be no need to be deciding.
So it is with much relief on Mason's face that I ask him to put Lucy's things in the car, but not without warning.
"Don't think that we are done, Mason."
With that, I turn to my princess, now I don't want to scare her shitless, but before we leave, I need to say something to her.
"Princess."
"Yes, Christian."
"I am hoping that you will be able to tell me what you are hiding from me."
"But, I am not..."
"Please don't lie to me."
...Cassandra POV...
So Christian knows that I am hiding something from him. I do not know what gave me the idea that I could lie to him. I am obviously an awful liar, or he has gotten to know me that well. But what I do know well myself is that he has just received bad news with the call from Damian.
"Christian, is something wrong?"
"Joseph has put a hit out on my father."
"What does that mean?"
"He pays whoever brings my father's head."
"His real head?"
"Hahaha, no princess. Whoever kills him."
How can my father do such a thing? How can he just kill another man just like that because we made him mad? I am sure if I talk to him that he shall rethink what he is doing. When Christian said war, I thought they would just be fighting, not actually killing people.
So while Christian is speaking to Damian again, I take my phone and send my father a message.
"Hi Daddy, please can you guys stop this. Why do you want to go around killing people?"
"Hey baby girl, it is only business. Our big boys fight a bit dirtier than normal people do."
"It does not mean that you need to go kill Foster."
"Well, the man should never have pissed me off, to begin with."
"What can I do for you to stop?"
And just as I think my father goes quiet for a few seconds, he sends me a message again.
"Tell Christian I want my turf back."
"Daddy, you know that he is not going to do that."
"Then tell him the next bullet is for him."
I gasp in shock at my father says. It catches Christian's attention as he looks at me; I know that I should not even try and lie. So it is with great hesitation that I pass my phone to him.
"My dad sent this."
"I was expecting it. I would be foolish if I did not."
He shifts closer to me and wraps his loving arms around me. I can honestly say that I am shit scared, and there must be a part of him that feels just the same.
...Christian POV...
It was only a question of time until those words would have come from Joseph's mouth. But to tell your daughter to tell me, now that is an all-time low even for him. What gets me the most, though, the man only asks for his turf, not his daughter. Talk about having your priorities skewed, but then again, the man has never had his head on straight anyway. If I should tell her what things her father has done, I am sure she would not ever want to speak to him again.
So this is the first sign of how he shall go about getting what he thinks is his; in fact, if you look at it; in this way, it is actually Cassandra's; I am merely keeping it until she is ready for it. Now it seems that Joseph has decided that bloodshed is going to get him something that was not his from the start.
Putting a hit on another mafia boss is going to get you respect, or you are going to dig your own grave. What he needs to remember first, who is on his side? Now for a man that pretended that he was dead for quite some time, I would not think that he has a lot of friends left around. And those you think that is there would not trust a lying sack of shit in the first place. So he better hope that he does not miss, for he will be looking down the barrel of my gun.
Now there is no time for stopping and dropping my princess off; she is going to have to face what has happened to my father. I have not gotten all the details from Damian. Much to my frustration, he is withholding the critical parts from me. He is only doing this for he thinks it will stop me from getting behind the wheel and driving like a lunatic. Well, if he thought it would stop me, then he is sadly mistaken.
"Princess, please strap in; Mason drives too slow."
I watch horror creep in over her face; she has gotten a slight taste at my driving ability, well that is in a sports car. This is an SUV, not always the best idea to take a corner at high speed. But there is no debating that now.
"Please strap in Christian, and be careful."
I ignore her plea and bring the car to a roaring start; I slam the pedal to the ground, and with screeching tires, I leave the driveway behind in less than three seconds.
I watch as she digs her nails into the seat as she grips a firm hold onto it. Mason looks as the fear of seven horrors has taken over him, while Lucy, much to my annoyance, grabs onto his hand. There are a few people that shall walk into my fist today, and he, he shall be the very first one. Or I shall reserve that place for Joseph.
So this is an hour's drive at a normal speed rate; I will be doing this in half an hour at most. And it is with this in mind that I navigate my way through the suburbs in far less than ten minutes. Then as we hit the open road, I drive the pedal into the floor at two hundred miles per hour.
...Cassandra POV...
Christian is driving like a lunatic, but I am not the one that is going to say a word. I have come to know that if Christian is insanely mad, that you leave him alone. And right now, not one of us in the car is saying a word. Least of all, telling him to slow down. So I grind my teeth and hold on for dear life as I see him going at a ridiculous speed.
As I look at him, I see an expression on his face that I have never seen before. Christian has fear; he is scared; I have never seen him be frightened before. Even though he is bumping heads with his father, it is still his father. He has no idea if his father is dead or alive.
And with this thought in mind, I watch as he pushed the car even harder. I have the urge to tell him to slow down, but I don't.
Then as we approach some slow-moving cars, I watch him weave his way through, still at an incredible speed. We are fifteen minutes into our drive. And as he watches the clock, I can see he wants to push even harder.
With that, he goes a fraction slower, but just as I thought he would finally realize it is dangerous, he goes fast again. He has a firm grip on the steering wheel; he is a man with a purpose.
Though I am sorry to say, he is a lunatic with a death wish...But then...
It all happens in such slow motion...
The car skids off the road...
We crash into a barrier...
I hear a loud thud...
Then a deafening scream...
Then...
I am rocked in my chair...
But...
"Christian!!!"