Baron From The Cat Returns Novels & Stories

“And why Tom suddenly sounds like he’s reciting lines.” I didn’t add the rest. I didn’t tell him about the tattoo. The one I’d seen when Tom shifted in the chair—ink just above his spine. Half-hidden. Old. Familiar in the way nightmares were familiar. Not Grey’s mark. Not Lucien’s either. Something older. Something that should not have resurfaced. “I’m going back to Baron,” I said. “Lock the house down. Quietly. No visible escalation.” “Yes, boss.” I didn’t wait for more questions. Baron was pacing in the room when I opened the door. Not frantic—but restless. Barefoot. Hands running through his hair. He turned the second he sensed me, relief flashing across his face before concern took its p

he said and before he finished his words, Rostam march out towards Catalina's room. " Baron, take the key here. Hurry up, " he commanded when they arrived in front of the room and Baron immediately went down to get Catalina's bedroom key from their butler. He didn't know what to think but he was hoping that his suspicion aren't right even though Catalina had a high probability of doing so. When Baron arrived with a key, he immediately used to open the door and as expected, there was no one inside the room. He sighed and leave the room. " Call Lorenzo. Tell him to cancel all my appointments today. "

He'd hit the one thing that mattered most to me. He was right. If I wanted them to shut up—if I wanted to take back control—I had to prove myself. I took a deep breath and met his gaze. "Understood. Thank you, Baron." *** Kane's POV I leaned back in my chair, a quiet satisfaction curling through me as I admired my hastily crafted masterpiece, the one-way glass. Well, well. Looks like my little kitten is quite fond of her new territory. Through it, I could now clearly see my little cat, cautiously exploring the new territory her owner had given her.

I stand up to leave. "You are lucky!" A familiar voice says behind me as I stroll along the alley. I look back and grimace at the disgusting face. Warren. He is following me now? "You are lucky she took me back," he says smugly, catching up with me. We are now striding on the same lane. "Back off!" I hiss, walking faster. "If she didn't take me back, I would have taught you how to zip your mouth." This piece of shit is ugly as fuck. His character is even uglier and I wonder what Riana saw in him. He does not deserve her at all!

He looks older than Stefano,He's covered with tattoos. His chest was flared open and he looked dangerous. Labrinth bowed to him slowly,They exchanged greetings but he was focused on another thing. Me. "Hi Carissima"He greets me in his rich Italian accent. "Hello."I answer simply. His features scare me more as he smiles. "My name is Baron. Labrinth surely knows me. I'm a good friend of your husband." He introduced properly,and I greeted him more warmly. Labrinth isn't enjoying his presence. "Hope you're enjoying the ball?"

Baron said, a smug grin forming. “N-no, Mr. Baron. That account has also been taken over. We can no longer access it…” Baron’s expression turned grim. BANG! “Damn it!” he cursed, slamming his desk. “That brat dared to declare war on me! I’ll make sure he meets the same fate as his father,” he growled, his eyes burning with rage as he ended the call.

Cecilia said while pouring a glass of water and gave it to him. Baron nodded and receive it with gratitude. He drank it before gave his empty glass to that purple eyed girl. "Thank you, Young Miss. I'm sorry for everything. I ju--," "Just tell me what happened." Cecilia's cold words abruptly cut his. "Ah, yes, Young Miss." Baron flinched when noticed her strange gaze. "I was walking in corridor when I heard noises on my study room and when I opened the door, the thief already messing up the room.

“Ah! Vincent, my brother! I’ve been searching all over for you!” I instantly drop my hands and try to move away. Vincent however calmly turned over, still holding me. “Can’t you knock?” “In my own house?” Baron says, breaking into loud, merry laughter. “If you want a room, be sure to let me know.” “M-Mr Baron!” I shove hard at Vincent, and only then does he let me go. “Wonderful art you’ve got here,” “Thank you my dear. Unlike my friend over here who has no eye for fine art,”

BOOM The door closes behind me and there Baron leans at the door, his arms wrap around his chest showing his muscular side. “Your phone, Imani.” He demands and trembling I hand it to him. “Hmm… So, I wasn’t wrong about Harry, he truly is a little boy.” Baron mocks. “You are again starting to piss me off, huh?” Out of a sudden, his voice gets loud, with total seriousness in it. “I… I haven’t done… anything…” I stuttered, taking a step back.

I had a very crazy day and just when I thought I could not face something more alarming, they came in with this. “Baron, say something. What is the meaning of this? Is this true?” I looked at him. “What if I say he’s trying to use this to get to you? To make you forget how he abandoned and treated you awfully just so he could get what he suddenly wanted.” Baron said, his smirk was back. “What he wanted?” “You, Katherina. Somehow, he now realizes he wants you and is now ready to be what he should have been all along.” Baron continued, sneering at his brother.