Chapter 67 Love With A Purpose

They say a man s life flashes before his eyes when he is staring death in the face; well, I say it is bullshit. All that is staring me in the face are the barrels of four Rugers. Now, did I foresee this happening? Well, of course, I did not come here to have a goddamn tea party. What was a casual exchange of threats has now only stepped up one level to where I am about to have my head blown off. Yet, Sloane underestimates my determination.
I have come too far and too long to have Cassandra by my side; there shall be no one that comes between us. I do not care much if it was an arranged marriage; the way that I see it, the ones that made the arrangement are no longer here. Now, if Roman Sloane does not want to listen, then I shall kindly remind him again.
"You can go right ahead and blow my brains out as much as you like, but you will not get Cassandra."
Well, now if I thought that he would listen, it only makes him more furious. With somewhat of a slight tremble, his voice reaches a pitch higher and echoes to every corner of the room, "Oh, believe me, I am going to blow your brains out, and then I am going to take your precious princess and everything else that you used to own."
It takes all my control not to burst out in laughter; this man clearly does not know, "That little princess would not think twice to end your miserable life. The moment you pull that trigger, you will set something in motion that you will not be able to control. You might as well go and hide in your little hole where you and your mother came from."
Perhaps I should not have insulted his mother, for the idiot is now bravely stepping one step closer. There is a wildfire burning in his eyes, "I will do whatever I need to get what is mine."
Well, he is still clearly the same idiot he was when he was a teenager; he has not yet learned to shut his mouth and listen, "You will not come near Cassandra. Can you not get this into your head?"
"Then my head must be as thick as yours, for I said that I would take whatever I want. And as I see it, Caine, you are not leaving here today." He grips his gun with the other hand and points it firmly at the centre between my eyes, then he continues with the utmost rage in his voice, "You do not come into my house and disrespect me."
Now it he thought that it would scare me shitless or make me even move an inch; he is sadly mistaken. I have killed far more men in my lifetime than he has ever seen; his little intimidating act is not even going to get a rise out of me. I came here with a purpose, and it seems that the plan behind the purpose has just changed.
So with only but one hand, I still hold my gun steady, not even blinking an inch. From what I can gather, dear old Roman needs to grip two hands to obtain the perfect aim. And yes, I do find this amusing.
"It seems that you have some trouble handling your gun, Sloane. When last did you have that barrel against someone s head?"
"I am not a ruthless killer as you, Caine."
"Oh," I only but smirk at him as I see the sweat starting to build on his forehead. "I see that as taking what I want, and most of the time, it is mine."
I watch as his hands start to begin to falter, he is cracking under pressure. I cannot help but smile to myself as I watch him crumble. As he seems to start losing that grip, I start to ready myself for my next step.
But then he speaks again, "So, you only want what is Cassandra s, and are you also going to point a gun at her head once you have it?"
I only but laugh at him as I make one step closer, "Sloane, I already have what is hers. I am marrying her, and you will not come near her."
"And what makes you so sure of that?"
"Because I am going to blow your fucking brains out."
There is a complete silence that falls over the room; I can hear his short rapid breaths. His is taking strain; his heart is pounding at a rate that his body can't handle. Roman is weak, and he is vulnerable; he is a complete nobody as he sits here in his castle. The only reason that no one has taken him out yet is that they are too shit scared to start a little war. Well, I have started it, and I guess that it is not over.
But there begs the question, do I truly want to take the life of a man that has not done any wrong to me? Well, yet, he will come for Cassandra.
Though, he still has much to say, "So the great Cristian Caine is going to marry a stripper."
And that is me, that restraint I thought I had composed, snaps. There is no fucking way I am dropping this.
But what is about to drop is Roman s gun as his hands are now truly shaking out of control. So with what seems like it is almost an inch of a second, I reach out my free hand and grip the barrel of his gun firmly in my hand. It only but takes one snap of his wrist, and I have him disarmed.
He stumbles backward into a counter; there is horror that creeps into his eyes as he furiously shouts at his bodyguard, "Do something. Fucking do something. Shoot him."
With only in an arm s length in his reach, I press the tip of the barrel against his forehead, "If anybody moves, then they are fucking dead."
But in almost an instant, I watch as Roman grabs a smaller gun strapped to his chest. Once again, with both hands, he aims straight at my forehead. Then I hear a click as he closes his eyes.
I stand firmly; I take the grip of my Ruger tight into my hands. The coldness of the steel sends adrenaline racing through my body. There is no greater feeling of power that surges through your veins. I feel completely invisible as I focus my eyes on Roman. With only a slight touch of the trigger, there is a bullet that enters the chamber. I can feel it move as smooth as silk; then, what seems like less than an inch second, the gun slightly jolts as the bullet snaps out the chamber. I watch it travel with perfect precision and pierce into Roman s soft skin. As he falls backward, I move closer and pump another one in his chest.
His bodyguards step backward as I come around the counter, "You can either work for me, or you can leave. But know that if you leave that I will find. Now, get rid of the fucking body."
Satisfied that I have gotten my message through, I slowly drop the barrel of my gun; I take my jacket and fling it over my shoulder. I make my way out the front door and get into the car. As I bring it to a roar, I can feel that adrenaline still pumping through my veins. That was intense and damn well crazy, but I just got myself a bigger stake in the state, and Cassandra does not have to worry about some man coming to take her away from me.
It is with great anticipation that I finally stop in my driveway. I watch as Mason comes rushing outside with clear worry on his face; with only but one nod, he knows the answer to the question that he was just about to ask. My crew knows better not to judge my decisions. Yes, I took a man out for the sake of love, but as I say, I will do absolutely anything for Cassandra.
And it is this very Cassandra that I need to apologize for my behavior. Now, if she is going to approve of what I have done, well, that remains to be seen. But as I step into the bedroom, it only takes her three steps, and her legs are locked around my waist as she leaps into my arms.
"You know you are fucking crazy. Please don t tell me it is true."
"Princess, you know that I will do anything to protect you."
"I wish that you did not have to do that, but I should say thank you."
"Ssshhh, princess. Everything is okay now."
She pulls me into a fiery and passionate kiss. She devours me with a patient hunger, possessing me soft and slow. Passion explodes through my veins as I whimper. "I love you, princess. I love you so damn much."
I tangle my hands in her hair and pull her even closer. Then I grab her taut, hard ass and tug her into me, my erection grow into a throbbing. I want her inside me. I want to know for certain that she is mine. As she closes her eyes and her body quivers, I carry her to the bed.
I softly drop her body elegantly and let it disappear between the silk sheets; I shift my body close to her and let my gaze fall on her eyes. I gently lean over and pin her between my arms, my lips run down from the tip of the sensitive part of her ear to the nape of her neck. With slow hungry kisses, I cover the length of her shoulder and move back up to her sweet cherry lips.
My fingers brace her skin as I pull her hair away from her shoulder. Placing soft little kisses against the nape of her neck, her body starts to quiver in excitement.
I slowly slide from her body and come to stand in all my glory beside her. As I start to drop my pants, my erection pops out, and the expression on her face tells me that she knows that tonight she is getting this full six-seven inches.
"Oh god, Christian."
"Princess, we have not even started yet. I am going to drive you crazy then make you drop down the abyss of pleasure."
I take my hard length and slide it down between my folds. When it reaches the tender skin of her wet entrance, a deep growl rolls over my lips. I look into her eyes; they beg; she wants this raging erection to consume every part of her.
I tighten my grip around her ass and thrusts full and hard. I retract and drive just as hard but only faster than before. I slip out again and crash in harder. The sex is loud and brutal. With every sharp thrust, our skin slaps together, wet and luscious. Her cries grow louder, more desperate, as the pleasure mounts. Her body is on fire; she is panting and moaning as the ache between her legs is throbbing.
All it takes is one fierce drive, and she is over the edge. I am right behind her. As we finally shatter into each other's arms, we both sigh with relief.
As we lay and wait for the room to slow down from the raging high, I can only smile at the woman I will give my life for. I can honestly say that I do not regret one moment of it. If one could give me the chance to do it all over again, I can, with confidence, say that I shall do it the same way. Cassandra does believe that I am the one that brought meaning to her life, where in fact, she has brought meaning back into mine.
If I look up at the dark skies at night, I look beyond the stars and even beyond the ones that one cannot see, and I know that even if I live for eternity, I shall never know the space we live in. Cassandra is like my night sky; I know that I only know her but a small bit, but I know that I look forward to a lifetime of getting to know her. I shall never stop discovering her.
And as this woman that I love stares at me, I can see the love boil over in her eyes, but beyond them, there is something else.
"Christian."
"Yes, princess?"
"Is this war over?"
"No, princess, there is one more thing that I want."
...TO BE CONTINUED...
BOOK TWO - MY MAFIA PRINCESS: LOVE OF A CRIME BOSS