"Cassie, serve the man sitting at the table by the window," Mrs. Agatha said, handing her a tray of noodles soup.Cassandra took the tray and headed to the table the woman had assigned her. She served the man and was about to return to the kitchen when she caught a familiar figure in her peripheral vision. She turned and saw Javier coming into the restaurant. He smiled when he saw her, and she returned the smile. Her eyes darted around the place to see if Eros was there, but she was disappointed. "Do you have some minutes?" Javier asked. She saw a bruise under his eyes and noticed his smile was not as bright as it used to be.Her brows creased. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" she asked, concerned. Javier nodded and sighed."Let's sit and talk for a while." Cassandra nodded and pointed him to a seat.A few minutes later, she was seated across from Javier, who kept staring at the table and the drink in front of him. She was confused and scared at the same time. What was wrong with
"Welcome, my dear," Marco said.Cassandra looked at the corner of the room and saw her father seated calmly on their battered sofa. A man with a gun stood beside him. Her eyes shifted back to Marco. Without being told, she knew why he was there, and she was ready for him, except she didn't like the fact that her father was involved."What do you want?" she asked, clutching her purse tight. Being in the same room with Marco, the douchebag, made her skin crawl with disgust and anxiety. She wasn't safe, and she didn't feel right."Such a rude way to welcome your visitor, tesoro," he said with a smirk.She didn't like the sound of tesoro in his mouth; it wasn't his to call. Her father stared at them in confusion. He must be wondering what was going on."How may I help you, Mr. Marco?" she asked, straightening her back. "Did Eros know you are here?" She purposely threw Eros' name around to remind Marco that Eros wouldn't spare him if he found him there.Marco smiled, catching the threat
Once Eros dropped Cassandra in the mansion, he jumped back into the car and headed for Marco. Even with all the tactics Cassandra devised to stop him from going, he didn’t yield this time. The bastard had beaten more than he could chew, and he was ready to end Marco’s bullshit.He turned off the engine once he was at the site and got out, taking in his surroundings. Marco was a sly bastard; he needed to ensure the whole place was secure. Not that they weren’t careful enough, there were men in the control room, watching every cranny around the warehouse, even the surroundings. If any danger were lurking, they would find out. He stalked into the warehouse where Javier and the others waited, blowing smoke from his fat cigar.Marco was strapped to a chair in the centre of the room. His face was bruised, and his head hung, he was so motionless that Eros thought he was already dead. There was a deep cut on his temple where a lone blood trekked down to his cheek, his lips were swollen, a
It was over a week since Eros and Cassandra got back together. Things moved smoothly, and they were happy. Eros was a sweet man, and as days passed, Cassandra realized the young man was loved-starved. He just needed someone to love him, and she showed him as much love and care as she could. His childhood story wasn't completed yet, but she knew most parts of why he was the way he was and was determined to help him overcome that trauma. Eros managed to convince her to go to the private college he found. It was a few minutes drive from the mansion. She was thrilled by it; her dreams were finally coming true.Her father was still in the hospital. He was recovering well, but the doctor recommended bedrest, and Eros decided he stayed in the hospital and had all his needs taken care of. She knew her father was not optimistic about Eros, and she understood him. Still, she was so in love with the mafia man and was ready to prove to her father that Eros was a good man and, beyond his gruff
"Fuck!" Eros cussed for the hundredth time, biting back tears as he paced up and down the hallway. His whole shirt was drenched in Cassandra's blood, but he cared less. Javier, Pedro, and Vikky stood behind him silently. "How did I let this happen? I swear, I will kill that bastard!" "Eros, you have to calm down," Javier said. Eros turned sharply to look at him. "Calm down, you say? Cassie is in there fighting for her life, and you say I should calm down?" "What do you plan to do? Breathe life into her or something? Cassie needs you now. She would not want you to be like this. We must be calm and think about the next step." Eros' eyes were red and glassy. "It's all my fault," his voice broke with emotions. "I should have protected her." Javier walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Eros, listen to me. This is not the time to apportion blame or linger on emotions. This is the time to think and act fast." Eros knew he was right. He needed to pull himself together a
It's been a week since they attacked Cassandra. Her injuries were healing pretty fast, and she left the hospital once she regained consciousness. Eros has been nothing but a sweetheart. At first, he wouldn't even let her feet touch the ground, and she had everything she wanted right there in bed. He would hold her and lead her to the bathroom, get her dressed, sing hilarious lullabies for her to fall asleep, and wake up early to make the cooks prepare breakfast and bring them to bed. All that caring made Cassandra heal even faster. Eros had also taken tighter security measures and Cassandra had remembered Apollo mentioning hidden cameras in the house. Eros had called a bug team that swept the entire house, taking away all the devices. They increased security around the mansion by ten and he was extra careful, letting nothing pass him. They were still tracking the woman and Eros told Cassandra that he would get the woman that next day.Since Cassandra was strong enough, she felt s
Eros removed the cloth covering the woman's face and stared at her. She glared back at him, not even looking scared. He had never seen this woman before. Why does she attack women he had something to do with? His eyes scanned her body. He had asked his men to strip her to her underwear, and they did. She didn't have any tattoos, no marks, no scars. Was she working for someone? They didn't torture her because Cassandra wouldn't like it. She had begged him to hand the woman over to the police once he caught her. He would hand her over, but not without trying to pry out information from her. She nearly killed his woman."Who are you?" he asked in a gruff voice."Fuck you," the woman retorted.His hands folded into fists, and his jaw clenched. He would have tortured her in the worst possible ways if it were his old self. This woman had the gut to curse at him. He stretched his hand and Javier handed him the gun. He moved closer and bent so that his face was on the same level as the woman'
"Yes," Cassandra said. "But why do you keep proposing without a ring?"Eros' head snapped up from her neck, his face clouded with surprise. "Did you just say yes?"Cassandra nodded before answering. "Yes. I will marry you, but you must propose properly with—""Of course, of course," Eros interjected and surprised Cassandra when he ran out of the bath naked and returned with a shirt, fumbling inside the pocket. He looked hilarious with desperation. He finally fished out a little blue box, tossed his shirt away, and almost slipped when he was rushing to Cassandra. She burst into laughter, and he joined her."Please, do not fall and injure yourself," she cautioned. Eros went over to her and kissed her lips gently."I won't, tesoro." He lowered to his knees, looking up at her. He could not believe he was finally about to spend the rest of his life with her. He opened the box and the diamond glimmered in the light. "Cassandra Marie Lopez..." He chuckled, and so did Cassandra. "I am not