Todos os capítulos de Tesoro: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Matteo POV.“Don’t hurt her Tadashi.” I say after Keomi led Cass away to change into more comfortable clothes for this duel.“It is not her you should be worried about. I’m no fool, Matteo. I have heard what she is capable of. This, however, is not a sparring exercise. Alina, explain to them what it is.” We all turn and see Alina standing there in an Akido uniform, or Gi, as it is known. The long flared black trousers look like a skirt and a black top that ties to the side. In the belt at her side is a long wooden sword. Her long black hair is pulled into a ponytail. She bows to Tadashi.“This is a ceremony. If she passes this spar as you want to call it, she will be recognised in the ranks of the Yakuza. If she knocks Tadashi down three times, she will be recognised as a master.” She tells us and I look at her in wonder.“Did you ever knock him down three times?” I ask her and she shakes her head no.“I came close. No one has ever knocked this old fool on his ass. He is too sly, too

Cassandria POV.I sit there sipping on a coffee, listening to the screams coming from all three of my prisoners. Why should I dirty my hands when I have people to do it for me? The coppery tinge of blood hangs in the air as I watch Valentina crawling on all fours, naked and bleeding from the whip strikes on her back.Rocco is the same and Baron, well, he is restrained against the wall, watching everything that is happening to his precious daughter.“You better keep your eyes open, Baron, unless you want them pinned open.” I say, blowing on the coffee as Tati kicks Valentina in her stomach. She curls up in a ball and endures the assault. I have not had her defiled. I would never wish that on anyone. But she has been beaten, whipped, tortured. The same as Rocco has.“Please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She sobs, her face covered in blood, snot, and dirt. I sip my coffee like I can’t hear her. The same she did to me.“Tati, ya dumayu Valentina nuzhno prinyat vannu.” (Tati, I believe Valentina

Cassandria POV.I’m gently jolted awake. I rub the back of my neck from sleeping on Matteo’s shoulder. I’m dazed as Matteo lifts me. I wriggle and rub my face against his neck, like a child who is still half asleep. Which is what I feel like at the moment.Everything that has had happened has taken its toll on me. All I want to do right now is have a bath and go to sleep. Whatever needs sorting can be dealt with tomorrow. Right now, I need time.“Matteo, I’m so tired.” I mumble and I hear a chuckle. I lift my head and squint to see who it is that is chuckling at me. I blink a few times and see Hulk looking at me, and I smile at him.“Hulk, don’t laugh at me.” I say, and he smirks at me and winks. Asshole.“Come on, tesoro, you are exhausted. Rest up and sleep.” Matteo says, and I shake my head.“No, I need a bath and then sleep. Oh and food, I’m so very fucking tired.” I mumble, and he tightens his hold on me.“Cass, what’s wrong? Are you ok?” I look up and see Luna and she is fussing

Cassandria POV.I limp through the mansion. I need my phone, my laptop, and my team on their A game. I fall onto the sofa with a sigh. I lean my head back and close my eyes. So much for my relaxing evening. I scoff before I chuckle. It will never end unless I get to Nikolai first. The only way I can do that is by going after this monster’s family. I will use them to lure him out of hiding. I won’t hurt them. I don’t want them; I want him.I want him to know how it feels to have your family’s life in someone else’s hands. The fear of losing them. He will come for them and when he does, I will take him. I won’t kill him, no I will leave his fate to the others. He is a stain on this world, the amount of innocent men and women he has taken and destroyed countless families all for greed.I know it will never end, not until I have him. He thinks I am a prize, no it’s him. He is the one every mafia family is after. And it will be me who brings them all justice. If these were medieval times,

Cassandria POV.I’m numb. That is the only word I can use to describe all of this. Numb that I know who is responsible for the deaths of my parents, but also numb because my own brother blames me for it.“I know what you’re thinking tesoro, I can hear the wheels in your head turning. This is not your fault.” Matteo says with his frozen peas still on his face.“It is kind of hard not to think it is my fault. He will pay for this, though. I need …” I look around and see my team sitting off to the side chatting amongst themselves.“Tati, I need you.” I say, and she looks up at me and nods her head. She kisses Daragh and walks to me, sitting down before she pulls me into a hug. I gulp down the sob that threatens to escape as I squeeze her tight. She whispers in my ear.“Sakhi mne, chto delat. Sakhi mne, chto tebe nuzhno, I eto budet sdelano.” (Tell me what to do. Tell me what you need and it will be done.) She says and I start to shake fighting the sobs and I know I’m going to break down.