Cassian's POVMy men had been searching the city for nearly twenty-four hours with no results. It was as if she had vanished into thin air. Silas is still not talking. The door to my office opened, and Viktor entered without knocking—a breach of protocol that told me he had news."Boss," he said, his expression grim. "Silas is asking to speak with you. I think he is ready to cooperate. "I was on my feet before he finished speaking. "What are you waiting for then lead the way"" But boss—" Viktor hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "He seems... different. Almost amused by the situation."A dark anger surged through me. If Silas knew where Aria was and had been withholding that information..."Keep searching," I instructed Viktor. "Follow every lead, call in every favor. I want her found."Viktor nodded and left, closing the door behind him. I downed the rest of my whiskey in one swallow, welcoming the burn as a counterpoint to the cold rage that had settled in my chest.The lock
Cassian's POVI checked my watch for the third time in five minutes. Lion's text had come through with coordinates to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Typical. These fuckers always picked the most cliché locations for their dramatics."Boss," Viktor's voice came through my earpiece. "We've got eyes on all exits. No sign of her yet, but we've identified at least seven of Lion's men positioned around the perimeter.""Keep them in your sights," I ordered. "No one moves until I give the signal."I adjusted the bulletproof vest under my jacket. The black duffel bag in my hand is filled with just enough cash."Remember," I added, "Aria's safety is the priority. If things go south, get her out first. We can deal with Lion and his men after.""Understood," Viktor confirmed.I ended the call and stepped out of the car, scanning the area.The main entrance was left ajar, just as Lion's text had indicated. I pushed it open with my foot, the metal door creaking."Come in, Roma
CassianThe drive to the safe house felt like an eternity. When we finally arrived, I carried Aria inside, refusing to let anyone else touch her. The doctor was waiting for us, an older woman with calm and experienced eyes."Put her on the bed," she instructed me, already opening her medical bag. "And then I need you to step out while I examine her."I hesitated, reluctant to leave Aria's side."She's safe now," the doctor said gently. "Let me help her."Reluctantly, I laid Aria on the bed and stepped back. "I'll be right outside," I told the doctor.I paced the hallway like a caged animal while the doctor worked, my mind racing with dark thoughts. How many times had she called for help? How many times had she wondered if anyone was coming for her? The door opened after what felt like hours, and the doctor emerged, the expression on her face grave."How is she?" I demanded."She is dehydrated, malnourished, and exhausted," the doctor replied. "Multiple contusions, a sprained wrist, a
Aria's POV I sensed him before I opened my eyes. Despite wanting to keep pretending I was asleep, curiosity won out. I cracked my eyes open just enough to see him standing there, staring at me without blinking.The bruises on my body throbbed with each heartbeat. It’s been hours since he'd rescued me from Lion, and everything still hurt.Will I ever be free? The thought hit me like a punch to the gut. Would there always be another ordeal waiting for me? Another psycho ready to use me as leverage against Cassian or my father?Why did he save me anyway? Was I just property he needed to recover? Or did he actually care? God, I was so tired of not knowing where I stood.Before I could stop them, tears spilled down my cheeks. I heard his footsteps coming closer, but I couldn't hold back the sobs anymore. Everything hurt—my body, my heart, my trust.The bed dipped as he sat beside me. His voice, usually so commanding, went soft in a way I'd never heard before."Please don't cry." He reache
AriaCassian drove in silence as I stared out the window. The coastal road curved upward, climbing a steep cliff that overlooked the ocean. Eventually, he pulled over at a lookout point where the entire coastline stretched out below us."Come on," he said, getting out of the car.The wind whipped my hair around my face as I followed him to the guardrail. The view was breathtaking—endless blue water meeting the horizon, city lights looking just like stars.We stood there, not speaking. The crash of waves against rocks hundreds of feet below was all I could hear."If you could go anywhere in this world, where would you go?" Cassian asked suddenly.I glanced at him, caught off guard. "Why are you asking?""I want to know." His eyes stayed on the ocean.I turned back to the view, thinking. "I’ve always been drawn to the ocean," I finally said. "A bit quieter than this. A little house where I could wake up and see the water every morning."He nodded. "Sounds like a place of peace.""Yeah."
AriaThe safe house was surprisingly homey for a place owned by someone like Cassian. Overstuffed furniture, wooden beams across the ceiling, large windows overlooking the ocean. If circumstances were different, it might have been romantic.Minutes later, he returned with a plate of sandwiches and a glass of orange juice. "Here you go. This should tide you over."I took the plate, our fingers brushing. We both pretended not to notice. "Thank you," I said softly. I meant it for more than just the food.He nodded, taking a seat across from me instead of beside me. "I ordered Chinese takeout. It should be here soon.""That sounds great." I took a bite of the sandwich, suddenly ravenous. It was simple—turkey, cheese, lettuce—but right then, it tasted better than any five-star meal. "I'll get dressed before it arrives."In the bedroom. I changed into sweats and a t-shirt, both too big for me. Cassian's clothes. I'd grown accustomed to wearing them, to being surrounded by his scent.Freedom
CassianHer soft hands reached out, tentative at first, as if unsure of their place. Her touch against my arm sent a current through my body, her thumb tracing patterns that felt like whispers against my skin.As she climbed onto the bed, a fragrance of rosewood and vanilla enveloped me, a scent that felt like coming home after years in exile. At first, she tried to maintain a respectable distance. But when I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer, she didn't resist.She shifted in my arms, turning to face me. In the dim light, her eyes were luminous, searching mine. "Kiss me," she breathed, barely audible.Everything in me went still. Did I hear her right?"Aria...""Please," she whispered. "I need to know what it's like... when it's my choice."Those words shattered my resolve. After everything she'd been through—being taken against her will, being used as leverage, being beaten by Lion—she was asking for something on her terms. How could I deny her that?Slowly, giving her
He helped me, kicking them off before settling back between my thighs. The feel of him—hot and heavy against me—made me whimper with renewed desire."Protection?" I managed to ask, my brain still functioning enough for that much common sense.Cassian reached over to the nightstand, fumbling for a condom. I watched, entranced, as he rolled it on. Then he was positioning himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me."Look at me," he commanded softly. I did, our eyes locking as he pushed inside, stretching me in a way that walked the exquisite line between pleasure and pain."Oh god," I breathed as he filled me completely, my body adjusting to his size.Cassian held still, giving me time to get used to the size of him, his arms trembling with the effort of restraint. "You okay?" he asked, concern lacing his voice."Better than okay," I assured him, rolling my hips experimentally. The movement drew a groan from him that I felt all the way to my core. "Please move
Aria's POVCharlie continues her assault, making obscene noises as she works, and I feel my stomach rolling in nausea. My vision blurs as tears well up, and I choke back a sob. I want to scream, to fight, to do anything to stop this, but I'm helpless, trapped in this nightmare.Cassian's eyes are on me the whole time, as if he's trying to communicate something, some silent message of strength, of endurance. But I can see the pain in his gaze, the torment of being unable to stop what's happening.And then, suddenly. Cassian's hand shoots out out of his restraints, grabbing Charlie's hair in a grip so tight it must be painful.Charlie's eyes widen in shock and fear as his grip tightens. Dom lurches forward with a shout, but he's too late. Cassian has already flung Charlie across the room. She crashes into the wine rack, bottles shattering around her as she falls.Dom moved like a snake, delivering a brutal kick to Cassian's ribs that sends him crashing to the ground. The sound of his bo
Aria's POVI sit rigidly in the basement they let us into—our own basement, turned prison—my heart hammering against my ribcage so violently I fear it might shatter. Across from me sits Cassian. He's tense, every muscle in his body coiled tight like a spring ready to snap, eyes darting between me and Dom, calculating, always calculating.Dom stands between us. "We're going to play a game," he announces. "It's called Anything for Love." He smirks, savoring each syllable. "I want to see just how far the great Cassian Romano will go to protect his precious Aria.""If you touch her—""Ah, ah, ah," Dom interrupts, wagging a finger like he's scolding a child. "No threats, Cassian. Remember who holds the power now." His gaze slides to me, making my skin crawl. "And if you don't comply..." He lets the threat hang in the air, but it's clear—if Cassian doesn't play along, I'm the one who'll suffer.The basement feels smaller suddenly, the air thicker."Cassian," I start, trying to sound brave,
Aria's POV"I was beginning to lose my patience," Dom says, his eyes narrowing as he glares at the woman who just entered. She strides in with a confidence that makes my skin crawl, her bright orange hair cascading down her shoulders like liquid fire. The leather mini-skirt she's wearing barely covers anything, and her top—if you could call that scrap of fabric a top—leaves nothing to the imagination. Her breasts strain against the thin material, and I notice Cassian deliberately averting his gaze.Charlie walks directly to Dom and plants a kiss on his lips that's anything but familial. Her tongue visibly slides against his, her hand gripping his hair as she moans into his mouth. My stomach churns at the display."Did I miss anything fun, brother?" Charlie asks when she finally pulls away, a string of saliva still connecting their lips. Her eyes gleam with perverse enjoyment as she catches my horrified expression."Brother?" The word escapes my lips before I can stop it.Charlie's la
Cassian's POVThe hot water pounded against my skin, washing away the sweat from my workout but doing nothing for the tension knotting my shoulders. Viktor was awake. The relief I felt was so overwhelming I had to brace myself against the shower wall for a moment.And Aria—Christ, the way she looked at me when she told me. There was something there, beneath the anger. A crack in her armor that gave me hope, even if I didn't deserve it.I turned off the water and stepped out, reaching for a towel when a strange smell hit me. My vision blurred instantly, and alarm bells screamed in my head. Gas. Someone had pumped gas into the bathroom."Aria!" I shouted, lunging for the door. My legs gave out before I could reach it, my body betraying me as consciousness slipped away. The last thought that raced through my mind was her name, a prayer and a curse rolled into one.*****The cold metal chains bite into my wrists, but the pain is nothing compared to the fury boiling inside me. Aria stirs b
AriaI know what you're thinking. Trust me, I do. But you don't live my life. You don't know what it's like to love a man like Cassian—complicated, dangerous, infuriating—a man who can break me and heal me in the same breath. I love him, and I hate that I love him, because it's never just simple with us. Every touch feels like salvation and damnation rolled into one.It's the way he makes me feel that keeps me tethered. His touch... God, it's not just skin-deep. It's as if he's caressing every scar I've ever tried to hide, touching the parts of me that no one else sees, not even me sometimes. When his hands glide over my skin, it's like he's mapping out my heart, piece by shattered piece. He makes me feel alive, like I'm burning from the inside out. And maybe that's why I'm still here, even when my mind is screaming at me to run.I can't explain it, but when he looks at me, it's like the world stops, and there's only us. He knows exactly how to pull me apart and put me back together a
Cassian's POVI stared at the glass of whiskey in my hand, the temptation swirling inside the amber liquid like a dark, comforting promise. But after a moment, I shook my head, tipping the glass over the sink, watching as it splashed down the drain. It would've been so easy to drown everything in that glass—the guilt, the regret, the endless spiral of what-ifs—but easy had never been my way.The burn in my side was a constant reminder of how close I'd come to losing everything—my life, my brother, and now, possibly Aria. I gritted my teeth against the pain as I made my way down the hallway to her room. Each step was a struggle, both physically and mentally, but I pushed forward.I stood outside her door for what felt like an eternity, my hand raised to knock but frozen in place. The fear of her rejection was almost paralyzing. Finally, I let my knuckles rap against the wood.Silence.I knocked again, harder this time. "Aria," I called out. "Please."More silence.Fuck this.I twisted
Aria's POV"I want to sleep alone tonight," I told him.Cassian didn't argue. He just nodded, that unreadable mask sliding over his face. The one I'd seen more times than I cared to admit. He walked me to the door of my old room, his steps slow. When we reached the door, his hand found mine."Aria, please don't do this," he said, his voice low, full of an urgency that made my chest tighten. "We need to talk. Please, babe. Ask me anything, and I'll tell you. I promise."I took a deep breath, the words I had been holding back for too long finally rising to the surface. "Cassian, I already know you didn’t trust or like Shadow," I said, forcing the words out. "I could tell from the beginning. So why did you want him to stay with me?"His eyes darkened,—regret, maybe?—crossing his face. But he stayed quiet, waiting for me to continue.I pressed on, needing to get the words out before I lost my nerve."I love you, Cassian. I do. You know that," I went on, my voice trembling. "I'd do anythin
Cassian's POVThe antiseptic smell of Nikolai's private clinic clung to the air, sterile and suffocating. I couldn't help but feel the weight of it as I sat in the small, office, waiting for the doctor to finish his report. Nikolai, a man in his late forties with salt-and-pepper hair and a Russian accent, flipped through my chart, his brow furrowed in concentration. His expression was professional, but I could see the strain behind his eyes. This wasn't his first time patching me up, and it definitely wouldn't be the last."You're lucky with your shoulder," he finally said, closing the file and setting it on the desk between us. "The bullet went clean through, missing anything vital. The knife wound in your side, however—that's going to need close monitoring. You'll need to take it easy for a while, but with your stubbornness, I know you'll make a full recovery.""Thanks, Nikolai," I muttered, more out of habit than gratitude. My mind was elsewhere. "What about Aria? How is she?"Nik
AriaWe were standing at the outskirts of the warehouse, waiting for the car that Dom was supposed to bring.I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold in the unease that had settled deep in my bones. The night air was cold against my skin, making the dried blood on my temple feel tight and uncomfortable."Where the fuck is he?" Cassian muttered, pressing his phone to his ear. "Viktor, Dom's not answering. Get your ass here now."Cassian was barking orders with the urgency of a man who had never been fatally injured. It was hard to believe that only hours ago he had been on the brink of death, blood pooling beneath him as I desperately tried to keep him alive. Now, there was no trace of the vulnerability that had gripped him earlier—except for the way he occasionally winced when he moved too quickly, his hand instinctively going to his bandaged side.After ending the call, he turned to me. His expression softened, the hard lines of his face easing just a fraction. "You okay, babe