Cassie POV
I ignored the feeling of being watched, knowing that it was too late to run now. There was no running away from someone like Vasilios. Even the first time had been a bitch of a task, and I'd had Eliana and Yvonne's help to do it. Now, I was as good as alone and there was no fucking way I'd manage it.“Whiskey, neat,” I heard his voice like silk, as he gave his order to Jessie.I watched out of the corner of my eye as he leant casually against the bar, his eyes glued on a pair of ladies who were dancing seductively against each other.“Yes, sir,” Jessie replied, and I swear she used her arms to push her gigantic breasts together, trying to entice him.Only the Vasilios I remembered was impossible to entice. He was practically a walking, talking statue, trained from the moment he turned eighteen to be the alpha he was born to be. Not that he was alpha yet - although, a lot can happen in three years, so perhaps he had in fact become alpha in the time I was away.No. Eliana or Yvonne would have told me.He grunted his thanks as he threw a hundred on the bar and walked away, leaving behind a nearly swooning Jessie.“Oh my,” she muttered under her breath, tapping me with the back of her hand. “I swear my panties just soaked through.”I suppressed a gag at the thought and thanked all the shooting stars out there that there were enough sweaty bodies to drown out the scent of her arousal. That would have been my tipping point.Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Vasilios nodded to another man who then followed him out of the club and into the darkness. It was only then that I released the breath I had been holding.Maybe he didn't recognise me.I clung to that thought for the rest of the evening, slowly convincing myself that there is no way he would be able to recognise me now. I had changed too much since I arrived in New York. My golden tipped brunette hair had been dyed black, and I had acquired lean muscles from my pole dancing career that previous me would be envious of. I'd even changed the way I did my makeup to suit my new hair colour and persona.There was no way he recognised me.By the time I slipped my key into my apartment door, I was certain of that.My apartment was the only place I let the old me free, embracing my love for vibrant colours and classy touches. It was an expression of my true passion - interior design. Although it was just a studio apartment, where a french screen separated my bedroom from the open planned lounge/kitchen, it was the only place I felt like home in this shitty city.I dropped down on the weathered couch I'd covered with a turquoise throw to hide the torn upholstery, and pulled out my phone, checking the time.“9am in Italy, she will definitely be awake,” I whispered to myself before I dialled Eliana.“Where the hell have you been? I've been trying to reach you for hours! Do you know how worried I have been? You could have been lying dead in a ditch for all I knew!” Elle answered the phone with a class A mom-lecture.“I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” I replied, truly feeling rather guilty for not at least messaging her when I saw her missed calls. “I was so busy at work that I didn't get a chance to look at my phone.”Elle huffed on the other side of the phone but I could tell a lot of her anger had diffused. “Are you telling me that you didn't have a single moment to spare, while you were decorating some rich lady's house, to pick up your phone and call your best friend back?”Guilt. Again with the guilt. This time, because my best friend in the entire world still believed the lie I had told her - that I had taken the New York socialites by storm with my interior design skills.It had all started so innocently, with me trying to make her and Yvonne feel better with their part that they had played in my move. My first job had been as a waitress in a crummy diner on the wrong side of town. Eliana had remembered her own experience as a waitress and had caved, sending me more money than I could have ever earned in a month.It was a sweet gesture, but I couldn't let it be a repeat action, no matter how many technical holes Eliana had forced the money through before it got to me. It would have been picked up at some point by Elle's mate and husband, Luca - who just so happened to be Vasilios's best friend forever.In short, to stop her from feeling sorry for me, I lied and told her that I got an internship at a design company. It just snowballed from there.“I'm sorry, it was just a crazy day. But I'm calling you back now,” I said gently, hoping to placate her.I heard her sigh on the other end of the phone. “Fine, you're forgiven. But I was frantically calling you for a reason. Vasilios told Luca that he's going to America to find you and bring you back.”“What?!” The word shot out of my mouth like a bullet.“You heard me,” Elle replied, and I could almost picture her hand resting on her hip in her go-to mommy lecture position. “Vasilios called Luca and said his men had discovered where you were and that he was going to fetch you. He said you were working in some club though, so I'm pretty sure you've still got some time but it won't be long before he's on your tail.”“He has some nerve. I ran away for a reason. It was bad enough that we were forced to marry each other even though he clearly didn't want to be with me. Sure, we're mates, but he made it pretty clear that he didn't want a hybrid for a mate and would have rejected me if his father and my father weren't forcing our union. And then, to make things worse, he disappears the moment the ceremony was over, leaving me to face the congratulations from the pack alone while he goes to his clubs, only to come back when the sun was rising, covered in lipstick.”Eliana knew the story, she had been there when I'd returned to university after the wedding, broken. My emotions had been in turmoil, feeling trapped in a marriage with a man who didn't even want to touch me, let alone love me. I was nothing more than a possession, a pretty little accessory for him to pack away when he didn't feel like playing with me. I felt like I had no choice but to run away, and get as far from Vasilios as I possibly could.Four years. I just needed four years of no contact with him for me to be able to appeal to the council to disolve our marriage. And his showing up in New York definitely put a spanner in those plans.“Shit! I can't believe he's found me!” I muttered into the phone as I threw my head back and closed my eyes, feeling a headache coming on.“You knew it would happen some day…”Elle's words died as I heard giggling in the background and a cute toddler voice squealed “papà!” meaning that her mate, Luca, had obviously just entered the room.“Anyway, Yvonne, I'll call you in the week. Luca promised he was going to take me to breakfast at the marina. Love you, and keep safe! And pick up your damned phone next time!”With those parting words, Eliana cut the call. It was a bloody miracle Luca didn't suspect how often we actually spoke. He would probably have a heart attack if he knew considering how he and Vasilios were best friends.I sighed and pressed my temples in a feeble attempt to chase away the headache.Cassie POV I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes I could swear I heard voices outside my apartment and expected Vasilios to kick my door in at any second. It didn't happen, but my paranoia seemed to be on steroids. It was almost noon when I gave up trying to catch some sleep and dragged myself out of bed, fixing myself a bowl of cornflakes and an extra strong cup of coffee.My phone vibrated and I picked it up as I saw Greg's name flash across the screen. “Good morning sunshine,” I greeted cheerfully, knowing that Greg was probably the furthest thing away from being a morning person. “Yeah,” he grumbled in response. “The Boss said to call everyone in early to meet the new owner. Looks like he's signed the paperwork and is taking over from today.” I groaned, having completely forgotten about the new owner… Jessie's sex-god.“Yeah. He wants us there by five. Want me to pick you up?” “Nah, I'll meet you there. I've got some stuff to do first and I don't know how long it will
Chapter 4Cassie POVI swallowed hard as Damian Costa’s eyes seemed to pierce into my very soul. If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn that this man was my mate. But no, I had a mate, and the feeling I felt when the mate bond between Vasilios and myself had been revealed still reverberated in my soul. I was just undeniably attracted to my new boss. “I would like to thank you all for such a warm welcome,” he said, his voice rough and deep. “It will take me some time to get to know everyone’s names, so please bear with me.” One by one, Boss introduced all fifteen employees to him. By the time he reached employee number ten, I was pretty sure Mr. Costa had zoned out. “Greg, he's one of the bouncers but is also the general handyman around here. Jessie, she's a bartender, and so is Cassie.” Costa’s lips twitched slightly at the mention of our names, before his gaze swept across his new employees. “Mr. Maretti has kindly taken up my offer and will continue to manage this club. I w
Cassie POVAfter dropping a third bottle of shooters, Boss came down from the office and told me to go home, claiming that the club wasn't busy enough for four bartenders on shift. I knew he was probably just scared that I was going to drop another bottle - there would be no salary left to dock for the damages if I continued. Not bothering to change back into my jeans and t-shirt, I left through the staff exit and walked steadily toward my bike, noticing the few clubbers still loitering in the car park, smoking fuck knows what. I climbed on my bike cautiously, my miniskirt luckily just long enough not to ride up. My leather jacket also helped keep my modesty, although I did question if I should go back and change. But Vasilios could be in the club, and that thought alone dissuaded me. I put my helmet on, my eyes scanning the car park for any signs of Vasilios or Enzo, but there was none. My bike roared to life, chasing away the anxiety which clawed at my throat. It was one of the
Cassie POV Vasilios's words sent a shockwave through my body, part of me wanting to fall into his arms and apologise for ever running away. But the bigger part of me wanted to reach out and slap him. I'd lived in fear of him finding me for almost three years, and he managed to just waltz back into my life as if nothing had happened between us.“Do you not understand me?” Vasilios said slowly as he glared at the death grip the woman had on my wrist, “I told you to take your hands off of my wife.”She let me go as if touching me had burned her, the blood draining from her face in fear. “I'm so sorry, Mr. Kythira. I was unaware that Mrs. Kythira was joining you.” “Don't call me that,” the words shot out of my mouth before I could stop them, causing an unsure look to flash across the woman's face - and I was forced to add to my words. “Mrs. Kythira is my mother in law. I've never grown used to that title.” The woman's face pulled up into a sorry excuse for a smile before she apologise
Vasilios POVThe last place I expected to find Cassandra was in New York. For as long as I could remember, she had hated big cities, saying that they made her feel claustrophobic. So I guess that's why I put it on the lowest point on the list of potential places she could have gone. In fact, up until a year ago, I was convinced that she was just enjoying spending her time torturing me while she lay on some tropical island being fanned with giant palm fronds and fed grapes by a couple of shirtless hunks.And then Luca overheard a conversation between his mate, Eliana, and Cassandra. They had been best friends ever since they had been thrown together in the same apartment while in university, and made a rather unlikely friendship. They became inseparable, and even though I knew that Eliana knew where Cassandra had gone, there was no way of prying my mate’s location from the stubborn woman’s lips. So when Luca had overheard Eliana speaking to Cassandra on the phone about life in the big
Cassie POVI drove home like a mad woman, weaving in between cars and avoiding pedestrians - although I can honestly say that it was all a subconscious effort. My mind was fixed on the man I'd left behind at the hotel. That stupid, self centred son of a bitch! No, that wasn't quite right - his mother wasn't a bitch. I liked Vasilios's mother. She was a dear woman who was as much a mother to me as she was to her own son. The dark mood which had struck me the moment Vasilios's presence was known, followed me into my apartment building. I stomped up the stairs, swearing in every language I knew as I made my way to my apartment. I stopped outside my door and started fumbling in my backpack for my keys, still swearing under my breath. “Of course, I should have known,” I heard behind me, the haughty tones of derision evident in the woman's words. Slowly, I stood back up and tried to steel myself against the confrontation I knew was coming. “Anna,” I smiled sweetly, “I wasn't aware tha
Cassie POVI didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep knowing that a guy who only knew me as Crystal the stripper suddenly showed up outside of my apartment building. By 2am, I gave up trying and started watching movies instead. Feeling nostalgic, I put on Greece and was flooded by the memories of the last time I had watched it - and how my drinking game with Eliana ended in one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. With Vasilios spanking my naked backside before tucking me into bed and telling me to be a good girl and go to sleep. Arg! Fucking Vasilios! I switched over to some other random movie, something where people were being killed by a crazy clown. At least that didn't remind me of anything - although I'm probably not going near any circuses for a while. At some point I fell asleep, only to be woken by a banging on my door. Groggily, I peeped through the peephole to see the glorious red curls which could only belong to one person. “Oh no, did you forget?” Amy asked, pushing pa
Cassie POV“Hey Cass, Boss wants to see you,” Greg said the moment I walked through the door of the nightclub on Wednesday evening. I sighed inwardly and made a beeline for his office, climbing the stairs two at a time. “Cassie, come in and close the door,” I heard Boss's booming voice as I approached the office.I silently obeyed and closed the door behind me with a click. “What's up, Boss?” He looked a bit pained as he sat back in his chair. “Tell me, are you alright?” I was a bit taken aback. Boss wasn't exactly the most insightful individual I'd ever met and he usually just told people to keep their private life outside the doors of his club. “Yeah, I'm fine,” I said slowly. “If it's about the bottles of shooters that I dropped, I promise I will pay for them.”“Oh, no no no. It's got nothing to do with that, but damned right you'll pay for them,” he replied, his New Jersey accent thickening as he spoke. “It's just that a man was looking for you here last night. One of the guy