Semua Bab Cruel Capone: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Casio’s POVThe crunching of gravel beneath the tires echoed through the silence as we drove through the tall wrought iron gates. The car came to a stop in front of the front door. I looked at Whitney, who was now sleeping soundly, her head resting against the window. She looked so fragile in the dim lighting, too fragile for the world that was my world. She has been so much in the past few months.I turned off the ignition and sat still for a moment, taking the opportunity to appreciate that she was back at my side. The night events played through my mind, the way Maddax held her, threatened her. Held her captive for days, the things he did to her while she was there. But I won. That bastard was dead. He could no longer get to her; he couldn’t lay another finger on her.Reaching out, I tugged back a stand of hair that had fallen over her face. She looked so peaceful, but what war wasn’t she fighting inside that beautiful head of hers? I know when I saw my first battle with another gr

Whitney’s POVWeeks had passed since that night. Since the kidnapping, since the bloodshed, the night Maddox took his last breath. Yet even now, the memories still found me. In the late-night hours, in hopes that my mind could rest, those images return, taking over my dreams without my permission. I’d wake up gasping, drenched in sweat, my heart pounding, then the thought were I felt I was still trapped in that room.At times, I can still feel his touch on me. His grip was tight around my neck, and him slamming me onto a table just because I made one false move. But every time I opened my eyes, it wasn’t Maddox who was there; it was Casio. Always Casio, holding me. Calming me. Making sure that I was alright. He never said much, always the same words that seemed to comfort me so, ‘You’re safe. I’m right here.’Tonight wasn’t any different.The nightmare came without an invitation. Maddox's hand around my throat, his laughter that sent shivers down my spine. I woke up sitting up I clenc

Casio’s POVThe tension was heavy; it was the type that made war arrive before a deal. I leaned back in my chair, tapping the armrest, my gaze locked on the two brothers. These two were out for blood. Years ago, I double-crossed their father, and he ended up dead. That’s why at Maddox's mansion, they wanted to get even by trying to kill me. But they didn’t kill and ask questions later; they tortured you to have their fun before taking the final blow.The brothers were trouble wrapped in expensive suits, the kind that hid knives behind their smiles. William leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, while Marcus looked like he was on vacation.Andy was with me in this meeting; he stood behind me. Silent, stoic, and dangerous. The soft ticking of my finger on the armrest echoed through the room until I broke the silence.“So, gentlemen.” I said, my voice smooth but edged, “To what do I owe the pleasure? Want Andy to kick your asses again? Or will I have the honour?”William chuckled s

Whitney’s POV“I feel like a kid that was sent to her room,” I muttered under my breath. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I fell onto my back and stared at the ceiling, and let out a sigh. My thoughts ran wild. Who were these Rivera brothers Andy mentioned? Casio didn’t seem very happy; it was more like anger that showed. My curiosity was too much, I wanted, no need to know what was going on.But I can’t disobey him, then that anger he felt towards that name would be directed at me. “Ugh! Why am I the one who needs to be stuck in the room?” I covered my face with my hands, they dropped to my sides, and I pushed myself off the bed and wandered through the room. Reaching the bathroom, the large tub caught my attention, “Might as well. Seeing that I’m stuck in here for now.”***Steam curled around me as I sank into the water, letting the heat ease away the tension from the hard training I had earlier. I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth that hugged my body like a blanket. The scent of

Casio’s POVThe fog hung over the ocean, and the night was silent, only the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks echoed through the air. The scent of salt and oil filled my nose as I stepped out of the SUV. Stuffing my hands into my pockets, I looked over the docks, scanning the area for any signs of movement. Only two ships were coming in from the distance.“Alex, take the east side,” I ordered, voice low but sharp. “James, the storage units. Andy, you’re with me.”We fanned out like shadows, our footsteps soft and deliberate. As I scanned the area, my eyes narrowed as I watched my men move between the rows of containers. There was only silence. No Rivera cars. No gunmen waiting in the shadows.Then one of my men, who was stationed at the docks, made his way over to me, “Boss? What are you doing here?” He asked, his voice laced with confusion.“Carter.” I shook his hand. “Everything in order here?”“Yes. Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” He looked at me with worry. “What’s goi