Vasilios POVWhile the dinner could have gone better, it could definitely have gone worse too, and for that I was grateful. Even though I didn't convince her to come to Poros with me, at least she was talking to me. I watched her walk away with a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, and instead of climbing in my hired car and driving off, I decided to wait a while. I'm not sure what I was waiting for. Maybe for her to turn around and come back to tell me she'd changed her mind… who knows. But I was busy checking out her motorbike when I heard a chilling scream. I knew in a heartbeat that it was Cassandra's scream, and my body instantly launched into action. I bolted through the front door of the apartment, letting the weathered front door slam back against the wall as I ran through it. The three flights of stairs were child's play and I was barely winded by the time I reached Cassandra's apartment. Her neighbour was standing in her doorway in her nightgown, a shocked expres
Cassie POVThe sound of a blasted car alarm woke me up, and I pulled a pillow over my head, a feeble attempt to drown out the annoying sound. It felt as if I had just woken up after being used as a punching bag for a middle school wrestling team, and I groaned into the pillow as my whole body ached as I tried to roll over.The events of the night before came rushing back to me like a freight train, and I groaned again as I realised that Vasilios had seen me at my most vulnerable and grossest moment. Again. Arg! Why does shit like that always happen around him? Remembering Vasilios's presence, I pulled the pillow away from my face and looked around, half expecting him to be stretched out on the bed beside me… but he wasn't. Confused, I pulled myself out of bed and peeped around the decorative screen. There, lying half naked on my tiny couch, was Vasilios - his head propped up on a cushion and his legs dangling off the edge, looking highly uncomfortable. And yet he slept, the soft sn
Cassie POV I had forgotten just how OCD Vasilios was until his suitcase arrived from the hotel, and he grumbled at how poorly it had been packed, swearing at Enzo under his breath. Enzo didn't seem to care though, he merely shrugged and ignored Vasilios's grumbles. “There's no way to please the old man,” he whispered rather loudly to me, and I bit back a laugh at Vasilios's face in response. “It's not his fault, Enzo. He's got grumpy in his old age,” I nudged Enzo, earning myself a glare from the old man in question. Vasilios resumed his unpacking as my phone lit up with texts. “Well aren't you Mrs. Popularity,” Enzo chuckled, eyeing my phone suspiciously. “Only because your sister in law has only just deemed that I've done enough to earn my social life back,” I shot back, picking up my phone excitedly. He looked a bit confused, so I thought I'd be nice and spell out the situation for him. “Eliana blocked my phone, so I couldn't use it at all. Her way of forcing me to go to din
Cassie POVVasilios went out to his new club that evening, needing to be introduced to the girls and calm their apparently frazzled nerves - if Amy was anything to go by. So when I received a text from Damian asking if I was free and wanted to go to dinner with him, I immediately responded. Dressed all in black wearing my favourite leather pants, a satin blouse and my leather jacket, I climbed on my bike and sped through the New York streets toward the Hudson River waterfront in Greenwich Village. Damian had offered to pick me up, but I didn’t want Vasilios’s man to see me leave and report back to his boss that I’d gone with another man. I guess those college years of me sneaking about was more ingrained than I thought. “You came,” Damian said brightly as I pulled up beside his parked vehicle and climbed off my bike.“Of course I did,” I smiled at him and tucked a stray lock of my hair behind my ear before I looked at view as the sun was setting on the horizon. “Wow, it’s beautiful h
Cassie POVThe fire in Vasilios's eyes was unmistakable. The man was completely and utterly furious, and by the way his eyes fixed on me, it was clear I was in trouble. But then, I'd forgotten a rather vital detail - Damian was a werewolf too. The instant he heard the growl, he began to position himself between me and the impending threat. And the moment Vasilios realised what was happening, he took his eyes off of me and focused on Damian, his face hardening instantly with recognition. “Costa! What the fuck are you doing here?” Vasilios demanded to know, his fists clenched at his side. Damian took a step back in obvious surprise before he stood tall again, his eyes narrowing. “I could ask you the same thing, Kythira. You're a long way from home.”“Don't worry, I'm not staying,” Vasilios responded, his eyes flicking to me. “I just came to fetch what is mine.”It only took a few seconds for Damian to connect the dots, but when he did, he spun to face me with an incredulous expressi
Cassie POVI avoided going home that night, and even long after Damian and I had said goodnight, I found myself staring at the lights shining off the Hudson River. The pier I stood on was deserted, and I probably felt more alone than I had in a while. Damian had refused to explain the title he'd been given as elected King of the Lonewolves, but that was alright. I didn't feel like being dragged into politics anyway - and he was entitled to his secrets. “I know that Kythira feels like you belong to him, but if you ever feel unsafe with him, come and find me. I'll always keep you safe,” Damian had told me before he kissed my forehead and walked away. After about half an hour of roaming the waterfront, I got on my bike and drove slowly back to my apartment, dreading the confrontation with Vasilios. Only, I shouldn't have bothered. As I was fumbling for my apartment keys, I heard his voice. But instead of the sound coming from my own apartment, it came from across the hall, from Ann
Cassie POVWe all stood there staring at the “Jack Russel cop" as he stepped toward Boss, handcuffs dangling from his fingers. “What's your evidence?” Boss demanded to know, a mix of anger and terror on his face. “I didn't touch the girl!”The DNA swabs confirmed that Miss Parker was pregnant with Mr. Maretti’s baby. That was clearly his motive for killing her.” The other cop put his hands on his hips and shook his head as he said scornfully, “didn't touch the girl? Then how was she pregnant with your baby?”A hush ran through the crowd before Greg launched himself at Boss, screaming “You bastard!”Damian managed to pull Greg off of Boss, but not before Greg got a couple of good punches in, busting up Boss's lip so that blood trickled down his chin and onto his shirt. Boss didn't fight the cops anymore, he hung his head in shame and let the cops lead him away in silence, hands cuffed behind his back.We stared after him, Greg's fists clenched by his side while others comforted him.
Vasilios POVThe moment I felt Cassandra pull away from me, I knew something was wrong. I'd been so wrapped up in kissing the gorgeous woman in my arms that I hadn't even heard the knock on the door, but she had. And the look of disgust on her face confused me until I heard the whining voice of the bitch across the hall. “Vasilios? Are you in there?” My physical reaction to her voice was instantaneous, my dick which had been straining against my boxers at Cassandra's touch became as limp as cooked spaghetti, and the urge to cram myself into a cupboard to hide was almost undeniable. Cassandra breathed in sharply before she said scathingly, “your new girlfriend is waiting for you,” turning on her heels and locking herself in the bathroom without a second glance. I let out a low growl as she turned the shower on and I heard Anna bang on the door even louder. “Vasilios, I need you,” she whined again and I darted a glance at the bathroom door. Fuck, there was no way I was going to