Ninety One

The evening sky over the outskirts of the city looked dark as Alexander sped through the narrow roads near the docks. The ocean breeze blew strong, carrying the scent of salt mixed with gasoline fumes from vehicles racing down the road. He glanced at the rearview mirror and felt a bad premonition.

A black car with tinted windows had been tailing him for the past five minutes. This wasn’t a coincidence. Shit. They found me.

Alexander tightened his grip on the steering wheel and slammed his foot on the gas. The engine roared, and his speed increased drastically. But the black car didn’t back off—they accelerated too, trying to box him in from both sides. Then came the gunfire.

BANG! BANG!

Bullets hit the back of his car, shattering the rear window. Alexander cursed.

“Fuck!” These guys weren’t playing around.

They were here to kill him. Not wanting to be an easy target, Alexander swerved left, dodging another round of bullets flying toward him. In one swift motion, he reached for his gun from the dashboard, rolled down the window, and fired back.

BANG! BANG!

One of the black cars swerved sharply to avoid getting hit, but the other one kept pushing forward, gunning straight for him. His car radio crackled to life—Antonio’s men.

“Take him out. No second chances.” Hearing that, Alexander scoffed.

“Bastards,” he muttered before focusing back on the road.

The path ahead twisted into sharp turns, running alongside a steep cliff on one side and the open sea on the other.

This was getting more dangerous. But he had a plan. Instead of continuing straight, Alexander suddenly slammed on the brakes. His car skidded to a halt, forcing one of the chasing cars to overtake him too fast. The second it was ahead of him, Alexander flipped on his high beams, blinding the driver. Then, with a sharp twist of the wheel, he swerved right. The black car lost control, spinning wildly before crashing straight through the guardrail.

CRASH!

The vehicle flipped over the edge and plunged into the sea, disappearing beneath the waves. One down. One to go. The last black car reacted instantly, pushing its speed to the max until it was now side by side with Alexander. The driver rolled down his window, aiming a gun straight at him. Alexander sneered.

“You wanna try your luck, huh?”

BANG!

A bullet struck the hood of his car.

His dashboard lights flashed red—engine failure incoming. This can’t go on like this! Alexander made a split-second decision. He swerved his car to the right, taking a narrower path that led to a winding road barely wide enough for two vehicles.

His pursuer tried to follow, but he was too slow. With one sharp move, Alexander yanked the handbrake, making his car spin 180 degrees on the tight road. Screech! And just as the black car came around the corner, Alexander was already aiming his gun out the window.

BANG!

The bullet hit the front tire of the black car. It spun out of control, crashing into the guardrail before flipping over multiple times and finally coming to a mangled stop. Alexander watched for a moment, making sure no one was getting out of the wreckage. Then, quickly, he grabbed his phone and called Cassandra. The moment she answered, her voice was tense.

“Alex? What’s wrong?” Alexander took a sharp breath.

“Don’t go to the original location. I’ve been compromised.” A pause. Cassandra swallowed hard.

“Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry about me.”

Alexander glanced behind him, checking if there were any more cars tailing him.

“I’ll send you a new location. This isn’t about me, Cass. This is about your life. You need to get out of there.”

On the other end, Cassandra remained silent, her eyes flickering toward Antonio, who had just ended his call with a serious expression.

“Cass?” Alexander’s voice became more urgent.

Cassandra took a deep breath.

“I understand.”

She ended the call and began thinking fast. Antonio had brought her to Le Château, one of the city’s most luxurious restaurants, a place that only welcomed the elite—the business tycoons, politicians, and high-society families.

The interior was grand, adorned with dazzling crystal chandeliers, soft classical music playing in the background, and waiters in crisp black-and-white uniforms serving guests with utmost precision. As they entered, Antonio placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the VIP table that had already been set for them.

“You always pick places like this,” Cassandra murmured, feeling slightly uneasy as she noticed almost everyone was watching them.

Antonio gave her a small smirk.

“I only want the best for my wife.” Cassandra bit her lip.

She knew Antonio wasn’t the type of man to be overly generous in relationships, but tonight, he was being unusually romantic—too romantic, to the point that it made her nervous. They sat down, and a waiter arrived with a bottle of expensive wine. Antonio poured it himself into Cassandra’s glass, watching her intently.

“Eat in peace, Cass. I don’t want you thinking too much tonight.” Cassandra swallowed hard.

The main course arrived—Wagyu steak with truffle sauce, its rich aroma filling the air. Cassandra had just picked up her knife when Antonio suddenly reached over and took it from her, cutting her steak himself.

“Antonio—I can do it myself,” she protested, feeling her face heat up.

“Of course, but I want to do it for you,” Antonio replied, his voice deep and smooth.

Then, before she could say anything else, he speared a piece of steak with his fork and brought it to her lips. Cassandra froze.

“Are you seriously trying to feed me?” she whispered, aware that nearly everyone in the restaurant was watching them.

Antonio’s eyes never wavered.

“Open your mouth.”

Cassandra wanted to resist, but there was something in his gaze—something that made her obey. Slowly, she parted her lips, allowing him to feed her. The steak melted on her tongue, but more than that, the heat spreading through her body made her lose all control. Antonio’s smirk deepened, clearly pleased by how submissive she had become. He then leaned back in his seat, his piercing gaze locked onto her in a way that was nothing short of dominant.

“You look even more beautiful when you’re flustered,” he murmured before taking a slow sip of his wine.

Cassandra bit her lip, lowering her head to hide the blush creeping onto her cheeks.

What was happening to her? Why did Antonio have this effect on her?

But before she could steady her racing heart, Antonio moved closer again, slipping his thumb along the corner of her lips.

“You got some sauce here,” he whispered.

He wiped it off slowly, deliberately letting his fingers linger on Cassandra’s lips longer than necessary. Cassandra froze. Antonio smirked knowingly, then casually pulled his hand away, as if he hadn’t just done something that completely turned her world upside down.

“You need to get used to the way I treat you, Cass,” he said softly, though his tone carried undeniable possession.

Cassandra swallowed hard. This dinner had turned into something far more dangerous than she had imagined.

Elsewhere,

Alexander sat on the couch in his apartment, wrapping a bandage around the wound on his arm. It wasn’t just from last night’s chase—it was also a reflection of the mess inside his head. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, seeing the dried blood still on his hands. He wasn’t afraid of dying—that was part of the job. But for the first time, he was afraid of losing something far more valuable.

Cassandra. His hands clenched into fists, his head pounding.

Fuck. I love her. He shook his head quickly, trying to push the thought away. Cassandra was too close to Antonio, the man who had been his target all this time. Were they just close, or was it something more? For so long, he had only suspected that Cassandra had ties to Antonio, but he had never known how deep her involvement really was.

Were they just partners? Or… something more? No. Cassandra isn’t that kind of person.

Alexander tried to convince himself, but every time he remembered the way Antonio looked at Cassandra at big events, the way he always shielded her, something inside him burned. Cassandra would never fall for a ruthless man like Antonio.

But… what if he was wrong?

What if she was already too deep in the darkness of that man? Alexander let out a frustrated growl, his thoughts driving him insane. He had to talk to Cassandra. He had to find out the truth. Back at the restaurant, Antonio sipped his wine slowly while reading a message from Marcus.

"Boss, we’ve confirmed that Alexander is in contact with Cassandra again. Should we take action?" Antonio’s gaze remained calm, though inside, something was boiling. He typed his reply casually:

"Don’t do anything. Just watch him. I want to see how far he dares to push me." His eyes flicked back to Cassandra, who sat across from him, still trying to steady her breath after the dangerously tempting dinner they’d just shared. Her face was flushed from the wine, her eyes slightly hazy.

"Cass," Antonio’s voice was low and deep.

"You’re drunk." Cassandra shook her head, giving him a small smile.

"I’m fine." Antonio smirked. You’ll find out soon enough that you’re not. After returning from the restaurant, they both went back to the mansion. Antonio took Cassandra to his room. She laughed softly as they entered, her hand suddenly tugging anxiously at Antonio's tie.

“What's wrong with you?” Antonio raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised by Cassandra's attitude which was much bolder than usual.

Cassandra looked at him with a hungry, passionate gaze.

“I want you, Antonio,” she whispered, her hands creeping up the man's broad chest, pressing their bodies closer together. Antonio gasped for the first time. The usually innocent

Cassandra, suddenly turned wild?

“Is this the effect of the wine?” he murmured in a teasing tone.

Cassandra licked her lips, her eyes dark.

“I don't care. I want to taste you now.” Antonio grinned.

If you want this game, Cass, I'll give it to you. Without hesitation, Antonio kissed her hotly on the lips, pressing Cassandra's body against the wall of the room. The woman instantly reciprocated passionately, more aggressively than she had ever done before. Antonio was aroused at how Cassandra pulled his hair, biting hard on his lip.

“Fuck, Cass,” he sighs as he bites into the woman's neck, leaving a red trail on her skin.

Cassandra gripped the collar of Antonio's shirt, pulling it until the buttons popped off. Her fingers moved quickly, grazing every inch of the man's chest with mad lust.

“Faster...” Cassandra growled as Antonio began to invade her body, kissing every inch of her skin without mercy. Antonio laughed lowly.

“Looks like I'll have to give you wine more often if this is how it goes.” Cassandra pushed him onto the bed, making Antonio gasp. This woman had really changed tonight.

“You want to play with fire, baby?” Antonio's voice sounded dangerous. Cassandra rode on top of him, her hands moving to the man's most sensitive parts, rubbing them slowly, making Antonio moan.

“So good, your 'sex'...” sighed Cassandra, her face flushed with the pleasure that was beginning to overcome her. Antonio lost control. He reverses their position, pressing Cassandra's body into the mattress, kissing every curve of her body wildly and hotly.

Cassandra moaned loudly as Antonio attacked her mercilessly.

“Fuck, Antonio...” Cassandra's voice was close to tears, her body trembling from the relentless pleasure. Antonio was dominating this game completely, making Cassandra surrender to him with her whole body and mind.

“Feel this, Cass,” he whispered in her ear. Cassandra felt in heaven as Antonio went deeper, faster.

“I feel crazy... I can't take it anymore, I want to cum...” Cassandra screamed with teary eyes as too many sensations assaulted her body. Antonio looked at her, his eyes wild, savoring every moan, every reaction she showed.

“Watch me as you explode, Cass,” he commanded, his voice low and deep. Cassandra looked up at him with misty eyes, her lips parting as a wave of ecstasy swept through her body. She screamed, her body arching under Antonio's domination, her whole body trembling, drowning in unbearable pleasure. Antonio leaned down, kissing her lips possessively, ensuring that Cassandra would never forget who drove her crazy tonight.

They were both panting, their bodies still tightly pressed together, their skin covered in sweat and heat that hadn't fully subsided.

Antonio smiles in satisfaction, looking down at Cassandra who is still lying with heavy breathing, her body still shaking after their hot play. However, before Antonio could pull himself up, Cassandra suddenly moved. This supposedly innocent woman got up, her eyes blazing with burning passion. Antonio raised an eyebrow, a little surprised to see the woman who had just reached her peak, now suddenly wanting more. Cassandra pushed Antonio onto his back, her body now on top of his, her hands pressing into his broad chest.

“Cass...?” Antonio's voice sounded interested, but also cautious. Cassandra licked her lips, her gaze wild. This innocent woman was turning into a woman hungry for his hot play.

“I want your sex again, Antonio...” she sighed, her hands beginning to explore the man's body. Antonio moaned softly as Cassandra pressed her body closer, feeling how their skin touched without distance.

“I want to feel you again...” she continued, her voice spoiled and passionate.

“I'm crazy with your hot play... make me fly to heaven again.” Antonio groaned, his blood instantly boiling. This woman was totally addicted to him. Cassandra began to wiggle her body on top of Antonio, making the man lose control.

“Fuck, Cass... you really can't stop tonight?” his voice was hoarse.

Cassandra chuckled, her teasing going crazy, her lips starting to kiss every part of Antonio's body.

“I don't want to stop... I want you again... I want you to destroy me again.” Antonio gripped Cassandra's hips, reversing their position until she was trapped under his body again.

“You asked for this, Cass?” he whispered in her ear, his hands locking both of Cassandra's wrists above her head. Cassandra squirmed, her eyes darkening with unbearable desire.

“Yes, Antonio... oh, fuck!” Antonio began to thrust deeper, making Cassandra scream hysterically.

“Again... push harder... fill my body with your love, Antonio!” Antonio growled, speeding up his movements even more, making the bed creak loudly. Cassandra screamed, her hands gripping Antonio's arms tightly, feeling the waves of pleasure growing crazier.

“Ahh... ahh... ahhh I'm coming again... ahhhhh!” Antonio moaned, feeling Cassandra's body tighten around him.

“Oh, fuck...” he breathed in sharply.

“Can you squirt too, Cassandra?” Cassandra screamed, her body shaking violently, her juices overflowing without her control. Antonio stared at her in amazement, then laughed with satisfaction.

“Oh, I like you even more, Cassandra...” he whispered, his eyes blazing with renewed obsession. Antonio leaned down, kissing her lips possessively, making sure that Cassandra would never forget who drove her crazy tonight.

Afterward, they were breathless, still embracing each other in the lingering warmth. Antonio caressed her face, looking at her meaningfully.

“I shouldn't have let you get drunk,” he murmured in a satisfied tone. Cassandra smiled weakly, still in a semi-conscious state from the pleasure she had just experienced. Antonio didn't realize it, but tonight, he was starting to fall deeper for Cassandra. And that was something that was dangerous for both of them.