Chapter 65 Snap Of Control

I have my princess lying next to me with very questioning eyes. Yes, she wants to know why the war is not over. Well, there is a question that I need to ask her first. The question here is, who is the one that shall get the most upset? An even bigger question is, will this cause a ripple effect in our relationship? I will not be able to survive if she has to leave me again, especially after everything that we have gone through. The fact is, I cannot just let this slip by as it is, it will, like all things do, come back to haunt you one day.
So, as I stare into those big brown eyes while she is twirling those beautiful locks of blonde hair between her fingers, she looks so innocent, and yet I know that below she can be a raging fire. I need to tread this one very slow.
"Princess."
"Yes, Christian?"
I only but look at her in shock and cock my head but a slight bit, "What happened to baby?"
She only but chuckles at me as she places those cotton candy lips against mine, "I really do not like it; you sound like a toy."
"But am I not your boy toy?"
She places those very lips against mine again and gently nips at it, "I will call you whatever you like, Mr. Caine."
I slowly slip through the seams of her lips, and for just a minute, we intertwine; then, taking a rather big breath that comes out as rumble, I find my voice to ask the very question. "Do you know who Roman Sloane is?"
I watch as she goes paler than the last fifty-two shades of white. I have caught her in her lie. Did she truly think that I shall not know everything that happens in this business? My dear father, after he tried to get me away from Cassandra for the reason that she is a Cummings, well, he also told me another reason why I should not continue to see the woman this he only saw as a stripper.
See, it truly is one messed up world if you try to get yourself involved with it. Giselle and Joseph had the full intention, along with my father, that my paths should cross with those of Cassandra one day. But when the relationship became sour between Joseph and my father, Joseph set out to get a stake in the south. And this is where Roman came in; he would, once Cassandra was married to him, he would join ranks with my father.
Now, all fair and well, Cassandra and me, which was the original plan, ended out working in their favor. But, in this world, you do not make a promise and go back. So, thus meaning, Cassandra, regardless if we have come together, is now promised to Roman. He shall collect now that Joseph is gone.
And that is why this war is not over.
Though, I do not kill a man unless he has done a great injustice to my family or me. Yes, Cassandra is, soon to be, my wife, yet that is no reason to kill a man for. I shall, even though I am in my own one, but I shall start a whole new war. And this is where I need to tread carefully.
To say that she is not shocked would be a complete lie, but I shall not be mad at her if she does not deny it. However, should she deny, then, well, I am afraid that we will end up at that very crossroad that I do not wish to come.
So, I will ask her once again, "Princess, do you know who Roman Sloane is?"
She looks down as she is trying to hide her face from me; she knows that her eyes always give her away, and if she is playing with those very fingers she is now, then too I know that she is lying. For what seems to be an agonizing two minutes, she finally looks up at me, "Yes."
Well, I did not think I would drag an admission out of her, yet, here we are, and this is truly not the game I wish to play.
"Princess, who is he?"
"He is some big arms dealer."
I grind hopelessly on my teeth, trying for her to see my frustration. Does she not realize that I only want to protect her. But, I need for her to be honest with me. She should know that I cannot control my anger, and if she pushes me, then I will snap.
"God, princess, who is he?"
She glares at me from underneath her eyelashes, and funny enough; she seems to be the one that gets frustrated. So I only but swallow hard on my breath and continue with the same question, "Cassandra, who is Roman Sloane?"
I listen to her as she grunts, and then she completely blows up on me, "You know who he is, Christian. Why do you keep on asking me?"
Ya, that is me.
"Because I would love to know the truth from the woman that I am set to marry."
"Oh," she blurts out at me. "Is that all that I am now? The woman that you are set to marry?"
"Well," I get up from the bed and stomp my way over to the dressing table, "If I did not know, you would be marrying Roman now."
She sits up in hisses underneath her breath as she is about to get dressed and storm out of the room, "Who says that I want to get married to him."
"My god," my last restraint snaps, and I am at her, "You don t just make a deal in this world and not fulfill it. It does not mean that your father is dead that it is not going to happen." I stop for a second to catch myself. "It is all more of a reason for Roman to come and collect."
"But you will stop him."
"Princess," my voice starts to raise but a pitch higher as I start pacing the floor, "It does not work like that. It will start a war."
"But," she points her finger over and waves it at me, "You already started a war."
"Yes," I try to calm my uncontrollable temper. "It is because your father had mine killed. I cannot kill a man because he is supposed to get married to you."
"What if you just talk to him?"
I cannot help but burst out laughing at her, perhaps more like a deep growl that erupts from my chest. "What? We are going to have a cup of tea, and I am going to tell him that the deal is off."
She jumps off from where she was sitting on the bed and race off to the door; I immediately am there to stop her, "Cassandra, you cannot run away from this. I cannot kill the fucking man, and I cannot take that you lied about it either. But now you want me to ask him to back off…" Before I can even finish, she pushes past me and goes racing down the staircase.
But I am not yet done, so I storm after her, slamming the bedroom door with a loud thud. As I reach the kitchen, I find her there standing and waiting for me, "Cassandra, do you think this is a game?"
"No, Christian. But you bunch of Mafia Boys can't seem to play together, and when you do, you just fuck everything up."
Well, there goes my last ounce of control.
"You are acting like a goddamn child. This is not a game. This is your father. He fucked everything up. He was greedy, and he was reckless. And most of all, he played with your life."
And that is her; she explodes like a waterfall down a mountain and leaves the kitchen smashing the glass she had in her hand to the floor. Then…she is out the door. I ain't running after her if she thinks that I am.
Next, I have Mason rushing into the kitchen. He has a very questionable look on his face as he sees the shattered glass on the floor. He looks at me as he only but raises one brow, "And now?"
"That is Cassandra; she is acting like a child."
He only but nods his head and takes the bold step to ask the question, "What have you done now?"
"Oh, I did nothing. She lied to me about Roman Sloane."
I watch as Mason s eyes grow far too wide for my own liking, "Mason, I am already pissed. What do you know that I don t."
"She came to ask me who Roman is, and I told her. I did not think anything of it."
I slam my hand down on the counter and throw the entire contents of it on the floor. A mixture of sugar and coffee scatters between the glass that Cassandra had left there. As I make my way out of the kitchen, my fist smashes firmly into the wall. As I look down and stare at it, the blood is seeping from an open wound.
Mason just stands back as he knows that now is not the time for questions. As I get upstairs to fetch my gun, I see her lying there on the bed in tears. I only but take one look at her and turn away. Anything that I say to her right now will be hurtful.
I knew this would blow up in anger. I truly cannot stand being lied to at all. Yes, I did know of it myself, but it would have sat far better with me if she did not try and hide it.
Things like this hurt a man; it fucking ruins him. How am I supposed to fight for the woman that I love? I cannot, and I wish I could, but I cannot go and just kill the man. I know Roman Sloane, at school we used to run together. The man is a goddamn monster, and fuck, he will come for Cassandra.
So, with the thought heavy in my heart, but yet I am still determined, I leave the house as furious as ever.
I am not going to be defeated.