Cassandra woke up with her body aching from all the turns and sleeping. Her hand was quick to reach up for her head but no matter how much she tried she could not raise it high enough. Cassandra opens her eyes lazily as a sharp pain hits her in their hands, she quickly tries to sit up but her legs won't move to her comfort. She stared down and not only was she dressed like a whore but her hands and legs were bound. Her body is on the soft bed as she moans from the pain emanating from her wound and tight body parts. This was not what she had hoped for. All she had gone to Edward was to seek answers and here she was in a country she knew no idea of where they were. “Oh, the sleeping princess is finally awake” Cassandra had not noticed she was not alone in the room. A sexy man with a beautiful smile staring right back at her, he was not only well dressed but at first glance he could easily be mistaken for a lady. His long lashes and beautiful hair carefully only added more shine to his
A jeep drives into the compound at the sight of it Alex and Tessa glanced at each other too scared to breathe. “Now you will see what the other side of death looks like'' Tessa whispers “You think I don't know, I should have followed her and only god knows what our fate is from a minute here on' Alex replies just staring at Carlson steps out of the car. He looked tired as hell. Black market deals were not something he did very often, but it sure did happen a few times within the year. Unlike the others, Carlson Cobswell was more righteous trying so hard to be on the good side with his goods and businesses. He was not just the richest for no reason but for holding the biggest and most influential businesses run with clean money. He was not a fan of dirty money and it made his rivals hate him even more. “Hey madam Grace” Brandon greets as they all walk in. It was dark and the sun had long given way to the moon. Brandon headed for the warehouse while others helped in unpacking. “You sh
“Carl.. Carlson” Brandon gently taps Carlson on the back as he attempts to wake him up. “Hey,” Carlson answers, rubbing off sleep from his eyes. The sleeping pill used by Madam Grace had not been just some casual drug bought off the market but a made product of Charles. It was not their first time making use of it on Carlson. They have had to knock him out a couple of times in the past with the same drugs using a good number of tricks to get it into his system. “Any news from her?” Carlson was standing up. He was in nothing but boxers and he felt so sweaty and unclean. “Not yet, but I got something, why don't you shower first then we can look into it together?” Brandon asked and Carlson nodded quietly. He was now clear-headed, he was no longer rash and quick temper as the day before. He walks into the bathroom and a cold shower is better. Staring at her things he just realized he missed her so much, the smell of her shampoo still lingered in the bathroom. Carlson hurried up with hi
Cassandra lay on the bed completely clueless about what day or time it was, she slipped in and out of sleep but that was it for her, she barely had milk and water, and she could not bring herself to eat what was served to her in the name of food. She watched the window deeply praying and hoping for the impossible. It's been days and her wound has improved much better. The door opens Theodora walks in with 2 hefty men all dressed as nothing but thugs. Black torn jeans with ripped shirts. “Come on, we don't have all day” Thoedora ordered, pointing towards Cassandra who tried moving back but her body won't move. “Don't come any closer” Cassandra screams trying to move away. “Come on bitch, I don't have all day” Theodora snaps pulling her legs towards the men.“Grab her, we don't have all day and the buyer is ready” Theodora muttered under her breath. Running a casino filled with drug lords was no small business, she had to make sure not only where they were satisfied in bed but also a
It's barely been hours since Carlson got back to the mansion and everywhere was as quiet as a graveyard. “Wouldn't you want to return to your mansion or the grand house?” Keirlson asked walking in on his twin a glass of white wine on both hands. Brandon sat at the end of the couch making some important calls. “My mansion is okay, but living there alone is not something I plan on doing, at least not now when I have no one with me,” Carlson replies while taking a wine glass from his brother. They looked like each other's reflection. “Carl '' Brandon called when both brothers turned but he just smiled. “Kerlson, you know I can tell you apart even in my sleep” Brandon points at Kerlson who shrugs and sprouts like a baby. “Come on, it is not fun when people can tell the difference” Kerlson complains but Carlson says nothing. “I've got a lead but we can't follow it at the moment, a week at least. We have to seek out with the others "Brandon informs Carlson who nods. So much was going on
The sun was out by the time Kerlson and Carlson arrived at the great house. Flocks of cars of every brand and design are scattered all over the yard. “You can do this” Kerl encourages his baby brother who hugs him tight.“I know I can because I have you,” Carlson assures him before stepping out. They were all alone, the Greathouse was more of a safe place for the boys but knowing Carlson has been shot in the same house, makes its meaning and intentions questionable. Brandon and the others did not come along.Dressed in a black tux with a velvet shirt, Carlson walked up the stairs accompanied by his brother who was no more than a walking model. His see-through shirt dances well with his high-end pants.Every step towards the grand banquet hall made him want to puke. Carlson could see them running around as kids playing with each other like nothing else mattered. Despite the wounds of the past, the smiling faces of his parents made him want to turn back the hands of time to be carefree
The ride was a long one, while they had numerous stops to eat and freshen up, Cassandra could not wrap her head around everything. “Do you like sweets? I can get you some?” Taylor asks, but Cassandra refuses. She did not want to be so comfortable with her new master.There was something about Taylor that made her more relaxed and safe, but that was all it was to it, she did not want to be overly comfortable, she wanted nothing but to get home to the one she loved.“Will I ever get to see him again?” Cassandra asked not daring to stare in the eyes of her new master. She wanted to know, that life at this point is unpredictable but with little hope, she still held onto the promise of sharing a lifetime with him and no one else. “Certainly” Tarlor answers amused.“You should get some rest, we are almost at the mansion and you have some things to do before meeting the boss' At the mention of another boss, the heart of Cassandra dropped into her stomach. She could not tell how she felt but
For the past 2 days, Cassandra has been trying so hard to stay off the path of kerlson as he now calls himself and his lover. She did not want to think of them. Deep down she was waiting for the perfect time to find her way out. Only she had wanted to know was the person behind the death of her father, but here she ended up with secrets that would have been better buried and gone. The maid has gathered to make sure her stay was nothing from a pleasant one. “Come on, we dont have all day” Glory would snap a thousand times in a day.“Do it well.” she would add. Cassandra was fed up with the comments that she was not some poor deserted slave, she was a queen but her crown had been snatched by those she loved. Walking down the stairs she meets those she has been avoiding for days. Kerlson held a guava milkshake which he shared with his new lover. Cassandra did not know what had gotten into her but she dashed over to them pouring the Milk Shake away.“Are you that daft? You claim to love h