Cassie POV
After 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 reasons I had learned to ride a motorbike - the feeling of freedom which it gave me was unparalleled.Taking my usual back routes, I drove down a dark alley only to find my route blocked by a dumpster which had been moved. Swearing that I was being forced to go the longer route, I turned my bike around only to see a car parked at the entrance of the alley.“Fuck,” I swore under my breath, a feeling of dread coming over me.I glanced back over my shoulder, making sure that there was no other way around the dumpster - but no. It had been moved on purpose, intentionally blocking my way. Apart from abandoning my bike and making a run for it, I didn’t have much choice.The driver’s door opened and in the darkness I could make out the unmistakable features of Luca’s younger brother, Enzo.“Good to see you again, Cassie,” he called out into the darkness with a smirk on his face which made my hand itch to slap him.“Enzo,” I replied, pulling off my helmet.We stared at each other for a few seconds, silence stretching between us.“You've changed these last few years,” he chuckled and shook his head. “I wasn't sure it was you when I first saw you in that club.”I sighed, unable to hide my exasperation. “Yes, I've changed. Now why don't you let me go back to living my own life and you can run back to Vasilios and tell him there was a mistake.”He laughed and ran his hand through his slicked back brunette hair. “Oh, Cassie. You're more delusional than I thought if you believe Vasilios doesn't already know you were the woman he saw the other night. You forget, the mate bond calls out to him.”Bloody werewolves and their mate bonds.“He wanted to throw you over his shoulder right then and there, but Luca convinced him not to. Apparently, my darling sister in law has made the old man go soft,” he continued. “Now get in the car. We have a meeting to go to.I'm pretty sure that if I had a wolf, she would be growling by now.“No. I'm not leaving my bike here in the middle of the city to be stolen by some drugged up teenager,” I snapped, gripping the handlebars of my bike harder.Enzo looked at another man who seemed to emerge from the shadows, nodding as the man moved toward me. I felt myself withdraw, the need to fight becoming more and more overpowering.“Relax, Cassie. He's just going to drive your bike behind us until we get to the hotel. As much as I'd prefer to leave that death-on-wheels behind, I know I'd never hear the end of it,” Enzo smiled, his eyes lighting up slightly.The other man stepped closer, cautious of me as if I - a mere hybrid - would be able to snap his neck like a twig. I found myself wondering what I could use as a weapon. My helmet might have worked, but I rather liked the helmet. Usually alley ways had some sort of abandoned refuse which could be used as a weapon, a rusty pipe or a broken broomstick at the very least. This alley was completely empty, further leading me to believe that the whole encounter had been planned.“Come on, Cassie. Vasilios just wants to talk to you,” Enzo implored. “The moment it gets too much, I'll get you out of there. Eliana would kill me if I didn't look after you.”I sighed and handed my helmet to the waiting man, leaving him to climb onto my bike while I glared at him.“You damage my baby and I'll make sure the only food you're able to eat is through a straw,” I threatened, not sure if this was one of Enzo's men or one of Vasilios's.He swallowed hard before he put the helmet on, so I guess my threat worked.Enzo smiled encouragingly at me as he opened the passenger door for me. I bit my tongue to stop a comment about him turning into Vasilios's lap dog from escaping my mouth, and didn't let it slip from between my teeth until the door was closed.We drove past my place and I resisted the urge to fling open the car door and jump out, although barely. Instead, I gripped my hands together, letting my nails bite semi circles into my palms as we drove to the outskirts of the city.“The Mandarin Oriental?” I asked as we parked outside the five star hotel and a doorman rushed to open the car door for me.“Yes, Vasilios always stays here when he is in New York,” Enzo revealed rather nonchalantly, as if the thousand dollar a night rooms were just chump change.I followed Enzo into the fabulous building, remaining a few steps behind and too scared to touch anything, just in case it broke.I stopped briefly to admire a painting in the foyer when a woman in a button down shirt and red knee length skirt grabbed my wrist.“I don't know how you got in here, but you need to go,” she spat out through clenched teeth as she started yanking me toward the door.“I'm here to meet someone,” I told her, hoping Enzo would come to rescue me although he probably didn't even know I wasn't a few steps behind him any longer.“Prostitutes aren't allowed in this establishment,” the woman said haughtily, her fingernails digging into my wrist. “Now you'd better get out before I call the police and get you arrested.”I tried to stop, but the woman was freakishly strong and motioned for a security officer to help her chuck me out of the hotel.I wasn't badly dressed. Sure, slightly casual, but I certainly didn't feel like I dressed like a prostitute! Maybe it was the miniskirt, but it wasn't too much shorter than her own.I was about to start shouting that I wasn't a prostitute, when I heard him, his smooth voice demanding respect.“I suggest you get your hands off of my wife.”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
Cassie POV“Jessie!” I practically shouted, frustrated that the woman was obviously so busy with some guy that she didn't even hear me calling her name. I heard a rustling sound behind me and spun around to see Boss, his face partly obscured in the darkness.“Cassie? Aren't you meant to be attending to Mr. Costa's party?” he asked as he stepped closer.I don't know why I did it, but I stepped backward as if to get away from him. “Yeah, he asked me to get him a bottle of brandy and I forgot to ask which one he liked. I don't want to look like an idiot so I wanted to ask Jessie if she knew,” I embellished the truth slightly. “The guys said she came out here for a quick smoke, but I can't see her.”Boss shrugged and pulled out a box of cigarettes, putting one in his mouth before he lit it and crumpled up the now empty box. “Costa drinks d'Usse cognac,” he replied, taking a drag of his cigarette before he threw the empty box at the open dumpster. He missed miserably and it bounced off
Cassie POV“Hey, can I give you a lift home?” Damian asked once he had cleared the club and asked the bouncers to guard the alley until the police team could collect evidence. I shook my head, “can't leave my bike here. I have my second job to get to tomorrow.”He looked at me quizzically but didn't ask further… and I wasn't going to volunteer the information. “Alright, then I'm going to follow you home to make sure you get there alright,” he announced, taking my backpack from me as we left the club. His hand rested on the small of my back and I could feel the intense heat of his palm through my shirt. It's something werewolves don't really notice, but their body temperature is definitely warmer than humans - great in Winter, but it must be awful to sleep next to one in the Summer. “Fine, you can follow me home,” I agreed somewhat begrudgingly. He smiled triumphantly and I pretended not to notice as he helped me put my jacket and backpack on. As my bike roared to life, Damian jum
Cassie POVHave you ever had a dream so vivid that you were sure it was real, only to wake up and have this empty feeling when you realised it was just a dream? Well, I guess Vasilios's presence in my apartment triggered some subconscious thing in my brain, because I dreamed of my wedding… although, it wasn't the wedding I had experienced in reality. No, this was the type of fantasy thirteen year old me would have dreamed up.Pure white tulips decorated the dais in the middle of the packhouse garden where the entire pack waited with breathless anticipation of the happy event. Vasilios, handsome and proud as he stood at the bottom of the flower-bordered aisle waiting for me to glide effortlessly to his side in my over-the-top wedding dress. Yep, definitely something thirteen year old me would have dreamed up - in the days before the guy I loved cruelly stamped all over my heart and showed his true colours. I guess dreaming about him was better than dreaming about Jessie's lifeless co