LOGINCassandra’s POVMy mouth hung open as I watched Dante storm out of the hallway, and I couldn’t scream after him because this was a hospital. My blood boiled at that moment, furious at how nonchalant he could be, how he wouldn’t even bother explaining anything to me.It was already a shock when I found out that Nicholas was hurt and rushed to the hospital. I had thought it was just a random attack until I heard that Dante was the one who found him. Did that even make sense?And wasn’t he supposed to be getting ingredients for dinner?My head throbbed painfully from all the cramped information spinning in my mind at once.“I know what’s going through your head, Ms. Monroe, but boss didn’t do anything to him,” Tyson explained, bowing his head briefly before rushing after his boss.Birds of the same feather… hmmp!“That idiot!” Mira spat behind him. “Don’t mind those men, Cassandra. I’m certain Nicholas is going to wake up. He lived such a shitty life; I’m sure the universe will smile on
Dante’s POV My eyes stung with anger as I stared at Nicholas’s body on the floor. He was stabbed; his face was distorted, showing he had been hit several times on the head. From the injuries he sustained, I couldn’t be too sure that he was still alive. I walked closer, checking if the assailant was still in the room with us, but I found no energy present. I crouched to his level as I checked his pulse, and I noticed he was still alive. That meant he could be saved. “Which crazy motherfucker did this?” I mumbled as I looked at Nicholas’s body sprawled helplessly on the floor. I picked up my phone and dialed the ambulance. In no time, they were wheeling his body out of his apartment, but I stayed behind. What happened to him wasn’t an ordinary assault, and I could feel it deep in my gut. I looked around the place, and I noticed that nothing was out of place. It didn’t look like the house had been robbed, so it wasn’t a failed robbery. I also remembered that the door was still in go
Dante’s POV “Wow!” Cassandra and Mira echoed, as we stood in front of Tyson, who came to answer his door half naked, with just a pair of shorts on. I had called Tyson to come to the door and told him I was at his apartment building. He must have thought I was coming alone, which explained why he appeared like that. I almost felt sorry for him, because he was getting thoroughly eye-raped by the two women. “Oh my! I didn’t know you were coming with company,” he said, but instead of them stopping, I noticed their eyes trailing shamelessly down to his lower body. “Can you just go and change!” I exhaled sharply, stepping in front of the women as Tyson rushed back inside. “Really?” I breathed. Cassandra looked away, clearly ashamed, while Mira still had a dazed, openly appreciative look on her face. “Wow, such a great sight. Don’t you think Tyson has a great body, Cassandra?” Mira asked, and I waited,patiently,for her reply. I was genuinely looking forward to what she would say after
Dante’s POVMy lips broke into a smirk when I saw Cassandra shielding the man with her body. Amused, I decided to have a little fun. I slammed my hand against the table, deliberately creating a loud banging sound, and watched as she flinched and opened her eyes.“What are you doing? How could you shoot at… someone?” she mumbled, her eyes darting around in confusion, probably wondering why the man she had just protected wasn’t lying on the floor bleeding.“I should be asking you that,” I said calmly. “What are you doing?”She looked flustered, clearly questioning whether she had imagined the whole thing. The truth was, she hadn’t been entirely wrong.“Sorry, I didn’t know… I thought you were going to hurt the man, and..” she stuttered, trailing off as she glanced at the waiter, who stood there completely clueless about what had just unfolded.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I muttered.Before Cassandra could say anything else, Mira,whom I had noticed the moment she entered th
Cassandra’s POVI had guessed that Dante was going to meet the blackmailers, but unlike the scene my mind had conjured,him cornered in a dark alley, a gun pressed to his head,I was shocked to see him enter a diner instead.“What’s going on?” I mumbled as I got out of the cab, unease crawling up my spine. After a brief hesitation, I decided to go in.Maybe the blackmailers chose an open place on purpose, I thought.I entered the restaurant, pulling my scarf higher to cover most of my face. I walked past Dante… almost walked past him, when a waiter suddenly approached me.“Good evening, ma’am. Do you have a reservation?” he asked.At that exact moment, I noticed Dante glance in our direction, and anxiety clenched my chest.“No,” I rasped, biting my lip nervously. “Can you just take me to any table that’s available?”I could only hope my voice wasn’t shaking too much, or that my behavior didn’t give me away.I made it to my seat without any hassle, but what unsettled me was the fact that
Cassandra's POVEvening came, and just like he had promised, Dante came home early to cook. Even when I had volunteered to join him, he asked me to just watch him instead.Did they say a man looked good when he cooked? They weren’t lying. Dante looked like a Greek god handling those kitchen utensils, confident and devastatingly effortless.I wasn’t watching the food, I was watching his hands, his back, the way his hips shifted like he knew exactly where my thoughts were going. Every clink of the spoon felt filthy, every roll of his shoulders a promise, and by the time he glanced at me with that knowing look, I was already ruined, hungry for nothing on that stove.I wanted his hand rubbing the vegetables to rub my cunt, which was already aching for his touch. I was so lost fucking him in my head that I didn’t even realize he was done cooking until the delicious smell of the food wafted into my nose, grounding me abruptly.“Stop undressing me, and let’s go eat,” he said as he walked pas







