Cassie's POV
I wake up and my whole body feels relaxed and aches at the same time. I move my head up slightly to see Cole still peacefully sleeping.
Gazing at his sleeping figure, I admire everything about him. From this flawlessly sharp jawline, to his incredibly toned abs, and everything in between. This man is the perfect definition of a God on Earth. I glance at the clock on Cole's nightstand and see that it's 6.30pm.
Feeling the need to pee, I try to pry myself out of Cole's arms, carefully trying to get out of his grip without waking him up. I slip my fingers through his, interlocking our hands and slowing pull his arm away from my waist. Before I can move his arm by an inch, he captures my body in a suffocatingly tight grip. I subconsciously squeal, not realising he was awake.
"First, you was staring. That I don't mind. But running away and not even waking me up, big no no piccola." Cole's voice is deep and husky, a result of sleep.
"Sorry baby. I didn't realise I needed to tell you that I need to use the bathroom." I say sarcastically, which he responds with a laugh.
"Gattina, what makes you think you'll be able to walk there?" he asks, his eyes still closed and that stupid smirk on his face.
"Because I slept the pain away." I reply in confidence.
Truth be told, my legs still kinda hurt and I just planned on limping there and back.
"Okay. If you're so confident you can, then I won't stop you." Cole says, humour evident in his tone and his now lazily-opened eyes.
Cole releases me, one arm falling to rest lightly on my thigh and the other behind his head. I get off of him and move to sit on the edge of the bed. All my confidence evaporates in seconds when I stand and take one step, just to have pain rush through my body and I fall back onto the bed where a laughing Cole awaits me.
"Pene." [Dick] I mutter.
Cole walks around the bed and stands in between, looking down at me with a look of amusement.
"Still sure you can walk, gattina?" he muses.
"Lupo? Sei un cagna." I smile innocently at the glare he sends my way.
"If I'm such a bitch, then I guess you can stay here while I get dressed for the day." he turns to leave but I wrap my legs around his waist.
"So fucking dramatic." I mumble, wrapping my arms around his torso.
Cole turns around and pouts at me like a child.
"Take back what you just said."
"Mmmmmm... No."
"Gattina..." he warns me playfully.
"N O spells-"
My back hits the bed, my arms pinned above my head, and Cole's lips attack my neck, sucking and licking, adding to the million other marks I'm sure I already have. I moan when Cole hits my sweet spot and I feel him smirk against my neck.
Idiot.
I yelp when he spanks my bare pussy.
"Call me an idiot again, and I'll make you moan and cum like one." his voice laced with all seriousness as he attacks my hard nipples.
Oops, didn't mean to say that out loud.
My back arches as he bites on my nipple, tugging it with his teeth and entering two fingers in my wet core at the same time. I begin to moan softly until he pick up the pace and begins to abuse my g-spot.
"Capisci, gattina?" [Do you understand] he whispers deadly in my ear, biting it.
"Si, papi." I moan loadly.
His lips finally latch onto mine, concealing my moans. I go to move my hands behind his head, forgetting that he has a hold on them until his grip tightens. His hand that was inside me leaves, and I hear his joggers drop with a thud so light that I almost missed it.
I raise my head and begin to kiss his neck. I smirk in satisfaction when he lowly growls. I kiss, suck and bite on his neck, Cole's grip on my hands tightening even more. I tilt my head to suck on his earlobe. His hand comes up and harshly grabs a handful of my hair, tilting my head so he can see me. His ocean blue eyes are now dark with lust as releases my hair, just to grab my neck.
"That was a dirty move, gattina." he growls.
I had been so busy teasing him that I didn't even notice he had lined himself up with my entrance, until he lightly pressed himself against me. My eyes widened in realisation and he smirked at the look on my face.
"Just remember, gattina, that this all could have been avoided if you just took it back." he whispers evilly in my ear.
Before I can even register his words, I scream in bliss as he begins pounding into me, not even giving me time to adjust. My moans increase in volume with his rough and brutal assault. Even though it may sound like I'm in pain, I'm loving every second of it. My legs wrap around his torso, but he uses his hand to raise my legs higher until they're over his shoulder instead. The new angle makes me moan even louder to the point where I'm almost screaming.
Cole's thrusts slow slightly as he leans over to his nightstand. My body freezes when I heard the familiar clinking of a chain, throwing something on the bed next to my head. He begins pounding into me once again and I can feel my orgasm approach, forgetting about for object beside me for now.
"Papi," I moaned, "posso sborrare?" [can I cum?] I begged.
Cole raises his eyebrow at me, smirking. I know that look. He wants me to beg. Cole begins increasing his pace, knowing that if I cum without permission he gets to punish me.
"Per favore? Per favore, posso sborrare, papi? Per favore?!" [Please? Please, can I cum, daddy? Please?!] I screamed the last part when he pinched my clit, hard.
"Sborra per me. Dipingi il mio cazzo piccola." [Cum for me. Paint my dick baby.] he says, biting into my thigh.
I scream in euphoria as I do just that. I come undone on his cock, and he slows down to help me ride out my orgasm. Once I regain the ability to open my eyes again, I glance next to my head to see a pair of leather cuffs that are connected together by a small metal chain. My eyes light up in curiosity, but I was still unsure about having my hands literally bound above me. Cole must've noticed my mixed emotions because he turns my face to look at him, his light thrusts come to a stop and he stills in me.
"You don't have to if you don't want to, kitten. I understand you might n-"
My lips crash onto his.
He cares.
He cares about me, something I haven't felt in forever.
"Last night when I said I feel safe with you, I meant it." I say in a mere whisper.
I turn to glance at the cuffs again, I look back at Cole. With complete and utter certainty in my eyes and voice, I speak my thoughts aloud.
"I'm putting my trust in you, Cole. I'm trusting you." I state.
"Just please don't break me." I plead, my vulnerability clearly visible in my voice.
Cole's eyes glisten with an unfamiliar emotion. He leans down and slowly claims my lips, sealing his unspoken promise to me. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against mine, both of us out of breath.
"Never." he whispers.
Cole pulls his dick out of me and releases my hands. I slowly sit up and extend my arms out to him. He grabs the cuffs and unlinks one of them from the chain. Unbuckling one of the cuffs, Cole secures it around my wrist. He does the same to the other and I lay down on my back.
"Are you 100 percent sure, Cassie?" I raised myself up, resting on my elbows to look Cole dead in the eyes as I reply.
"Si, lupo."
In a split second, Cole is on top of me, claiming my lips with his all and I return the kiss with mine. He raises my arms above my head and trails his hands down the sides of my torso, sending shivers to shoot up and down my body. Breaking the kiss, Cole straddles me, hovering just above my breasts, not resting any of his weight on me. He begins to attach the cuffs together, wrapping the small chain around a metal bar on his headboard that appeared from no where.
Cole's dick is still hard, and is right infront of my face. So I do the only logical thing that any sane person would do. I suck on it with my hands bound above me.
"Fuck, piccola." he groans, gripping onto the headboard for support as I try my best to suck his long, thick cock.
I suck hard, earning a growl from my lupo. I release him with a 'pop' and skim my teeth along his head. Cole roughly yanks my head back and fucks my throat without remorse.
"Tap my arm if you need to breathe gattina." he demands of me.
I would shake my head 'yes', but I'm too busy have my mouth being used and abused. Consensually, of course. The sounds of Cole's grunts and my gags fill the room until Cole cums in my mouth. I swallow it with a face of disgust, the taste is horrible. I don't understand how people love swallowing this.
Cole sees my face and his eyebrows scrunch up in confusion.
"Don't take it personally, lupo. I've just never liked the taste of cum." I explain.
Cole nods in understanding, telling me that not everybody likes it. He bends his head down and begins to leave a trail of kisses, starting from my forehead, cheeks, nose and lips, down to my breasts, all the way down to my stomach. He skips over my pussy and works his way up from my ankles to my thighs. He stops again just as he reaches my heat, and repeats his actions on my other leg, never once touching my pussy.
I whimper with want and need, begging Cole to give me any form of release from this aching tension. He brings his head up to mine and pecks my lips, smirking cheekily, and then unexpectedly flipping me on all fours. With my arms crossed and my back arched in doggy position, Cole moves my hair away from my neck and begins his kissing trail again, going all the way down my spine. When he reaches my heat, he moves AGAIN and kisses my ass cheeks.
I begin squirming around in an attempt to create any form of friction, but Cole must realise what I'm doing because he sends a harsh spank to my ass.
"Stay still and take what you're given like a good girl, gattina. If you can't take it anymore, you know your safe word." he growls at me.
Cole takes a firm grip on both of my ass cheeks, spreading the apart and giving him the perfect view of my dripping pussy.
"So wet for me, principessa." I hear him mumble just before he dips his head down.
I moan when I feel Cole connect with my clit, slowing dragging his tongue up to my hole. He repeats this multiple times, my clit now throbbing. I try to grind my hips into his face but receive a hard slap on my ass.
"Stay the fuck still." he warns me.
His warning reminds me of his previous warning.
Call me an idiot again, and I'll make you moan and cum like one.
I get a risky idea that might immobilise me for a long time. I quickly weigh out the pros and cons in my head and decide that my need to cum outweighs everything else.
"Papi?" I ask innocently, gaining his attention.
"Si gattina?" I smirk, knowing I'll probably regret this later, but as of right now, I could care less.
"Are you going to fuck me, or are you going to tease me like you're some sort of idiot?"
I feel Cole still behind me and his grip on my ass tightens. He gives me a hard spank and I moan. I scream in ecstasy when I'm finally given something to help my aching core. Cole begins to pound into me so hard and deep, I'm sure I'll rip in two.
"You just couldn't be patient, could you gattina?" he rhetorically asks me, spanking my ass harshly again.
"You just couldn't let me worship you and please you like the Goddess you are." he mumbles, slapping my other ass cheek.
In all honesty, I'm not even listening to what he's saying. I'm focusing too much on trying not to cum. My body is too overwhelmed with the sudden switch from being teased the fuck out of, to being fucked so euphorically. Cole firmly pushes down on the bottom of my spine, hitting parts of me that I didn't even know existed. My screams soon turn into pleas of mercy a lot quicker than I expected, causing Cole to chuckle evilly at my change of heart.
"Oh piccola." he leans is body down so his front is flush against my back.
"I thought this was what you wanted." he mocks, still fucking me from behind like a dog.
This is a perfect example of why I call him a damn wolf.
"Vaffanculo. È troppo. Per favore." [Fuck you. It's too much. Please.] I beg.
Cole chuckles at my plea.
"Oh principessa." he tsks.
He leans his head down so his lips are level with my ear.
"I already am."
He harshly thrusts into me and I scream even louder than before. His rigorous attack continues, when suddenly my phone goes off.
Oh God. Why now.
I turn my head as much as I can and face Cole.
"Ig-nore- it." I get out in between moans.
An evil look plasters Cole's face and I can tell that look means trouble. He leans over to my phone and places it beside me. I gulp, knowing exactly what he's about to do.
"Try not to be too loud, gattina." he chuckles.
I go to protest, but it's too late. He already hit the answer button. My eyes widen when I see who it is.
"Where the hell are you?!" he screams through the phone as I try to contain my moans.
Cole's grip on my hips when he hears another man on my phone, clearly effected by the man's voice on the other end of the line.
"Can I call you back?" I surprise myself when my voice comes out steady.
"No. Tell me. Where the fuck are you?!" he is definitely going to love this.
Note the sarcasm.
"Getting fucked. I'll call you later." I almost scream when Cole hits that one spot that has me on the edge of unravelling.
"I expect a damn call by 9pm." he grits out from the phone.
He hates that I'm always so blunt and transparent with him.
"Mhm. Te hablo luego, mi otra mitad." [speak to you later, my other half.] I whimper.
"GROSS! I didn't realise y-. Ya know what?" boop boop.
"Who. The. Fuck. Was. That?" Cole seethes, thrust hard and deep in between each word, causing me to become a moaning mess.
"Didn't you hear? My other half." I tease him in a 'duh' tone.
Let's see how far I can push him before he breaks.
Spank.
"Don't play dumb. I heard what you sai-"
"Then why ask?" I ask cockily.
Where the fuck did this confidence come from?
Spank.
"I'm giving you one last chance Cassie. Who. Was. That?"
I turn my head to look at him with a smirk on my face.
"Your dad." I smirk.
Oh Cassie, what did you do?
Cole pulls out of me and storms over to his closet? I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.
That's it? He just left me her- Oh. Never mind. RIP pussy.
Cole comes back into the room and I notice the gorgeous leather flogger and matching blindfold, and a pink vibrator he has in his hands.
"Wanna be a brat, gattina?" he asks sarcatically.
He flips me over so I'm on my back, facing him.
"Then I'll treat you like my dirty little whore." he whispers against my lips.
He grabs the blindfold and puts it on me.
"Don't move. I'll be back."
Cole leaves the room and I hear the door lock behind him.
I lay there in anticipation for what feels like forever when I hear the door lock, open, shut, and lock again.
"See. Why couldn't you have been a good girl like this earlier? All this could've been avoided." he sigh, feigning disappointment and placing something on the nightstand.
"Oh please. I know you're looking forward to this as much as I am." I whisper to myself.
In seconds, I feel Cole get on top of me, grabbing my neck in a firm hold.
"You're right princess. I am."
I feel something hard and cold enter me, and I squirm underneath Cole. I feel something rub against my clit and my eyes widen behind the blindfold when I realise what it is.
The vibrator.
I feel Cole lean over to grab something and his lips connect to the dip in my neck where he places an ice cube from his mouth. I shiver from the harshness of the sudden cold.
Cole moves off of me and grabs whatever else he put down earlier. He hovers over me once again and kisses me, my mouth unexpectedly fills with sweet wine. I recognise this taste instantly.
Pinot Noir. My favourite.
I moan as Cole's tongue darts inside my mouth, claiming everywhere he can reach. I hear another ice cube clank against the glass that it's in and Cole lowers himself, settling in between my legs. My squirming is quickly put to a stop when he grabs the top of my thighs, holding me down and spread apart at the same time. My breathing begins to deepen when Cole circles the ice on my pussy lips. His body warmth disappears and he places the ice cube on my navel.
I can faintly hear a chair being moved around and curiosity washes over me. I eventually begin to squirm again as both of the ice cubes start melting, the water dripping down my body from both places. I yelp as the vibrator turns on without warning and is already on -what I hope- is the medium setting. A few minutes go by where the room is filled with nothing but my moans. I don't know where Cole is or what he's doing until I start to hear grunting.
"Daddy?" I ask.
My moans intensify with the speed of the vibrator and my back arches slightly.
I gasp in surprise when I unexpectedly get hit with the flogger.
"Every time you speak when you are not spoken to, I whip you. Capisci?" he grunts dominantly.
"Capisco papi." I moan in response.
"Brava ragazza, gattina." [Good girl, kitten.]
Every so often, the speed increased ever so slightly. The torture continues forever until I physically couldn't take it anymore.
"DADDY!" I screamed.
"Please, please I can't take this anymore. Please!"
It was like taking my touch and sight had increased everything else by 10. My body was on fire and the ice that I sought comfort from was long gone. The whip met my flesh, making me moan louder. The speed of the vibrator turned up even more, causing me to scream in euphoria. Almost instantly, Cole's lips attack mine, silencing me. He pulled away from me and removed the blindfold. My eyes squint at the harsh light which -at some point- turned red. I look at Cole once I can see again and beg him even more with my eyes.
"You wanna cum baby?" he asks.
WELL DUH!
"Yes daddy. Please please please please please please. I need it." I stress.
"Then tell daddy who was on the phone." he whispers into my ear and then sucks on my lobe.
"My brother!" I scream, unable to handle anymore when he begins to lick from the base of my ear to the top.
"See. Wasn't so hard, was it?" he mocks.
"Cum for me baby." he demands, biting my shoulder.
I begin to shake uncontrollably as my orgasm takes a hold of me. My body is convulsing so bad that when Cole takes the vibrator out of me, I go completely limp on the bed. All my energy has drained from me.
Cole stares at me with a smirk plastered on his face and I give him a confused look.
"Looks like I have a squirter on my hands." his smirk increasing in size.
I squirted?
I attempt to raise my head but I literally have no energy. Oh screw this. Who cares.
Cole laughs lightly at my failed attempt to look and I close my eyes from the lack of everything.
I feel my hands being released from their confinement and Cole wraps my arms around his neck.
Oh God. I physically can't take anymore pleasure.
Thinking that Cole was about to fuck me, I use every little drop of energy I have left to mumble out one word.
"Rose."
Cole laughs lightly and kisses my sweaty forehead. I screw my face up in confusion as to what was so damn funny.
"Oh piccola. Do you really think I'm such a monster that I'd fuck you after that?" he laughs again, sliding his arm underneath my legs and lifting me up into his warm embrace.
I snuggle into his neck and sigh in content.
"No. But I know how animalistic you can be, lupo." I mumble against his neck.
Cole chuckles at my statement and it vibrates against my sticky body.
"Let's get you into a bath baby. It'll help with the pain."
I nod my head in agreement.
I raise my head to look at the bed and see the dark stains from where I squirted.
Huh. That's new.
I turn my head a little to look at the time. My eyes almost bulge out of my head as the time reads 9.45pm.
"3 HOURS?!" I screech.
Cole flinches at my voice as I basically just screamed in his ear, and not in the way he likes.
"Sorry." I mumble, kissing his ear.
"All better." Cole chuckles at my childish behaviour and I snuggle into his neck again.
"That's nothing gattina." he states proudly as he places me on the cold marble counter in his bathroom.
He turns the tap on and pours in a good amount of bubble bath in the tub.
"I could easily go for 6." he states with a small smirk on his lips.
I watch the liquid form into bubbles under the running water. The smell of roses begin to fill the air and I smile at the scent.
"Wait. What?!" I exclaim, only just registering what he said.
His smirk widens at my expression and I gulp.
Note to self: NEVER piss Cole off... Ever again.
The cold marble is making me remember what lead to the past 3 hours.
"Cole?"
"Cass."
"Can I piss now please?"
Cole howls with laughter at my question and I raise my eyebrow in response.
"Of course principessa."
He lifts me up and puts me down on the toilet. I have my over-due and well need piss as Cole turns the bath off and grabs a couple of fresh towels. He puts a hoodie, a pair of boxers, and a pair of joggers on the radiator so they'll be toasty and warm later.
Cole takes off this current joggers that I didn't even realise he was wearing and throws them into the wash basket. He rushes over to me when he sees me struggling to walk over to him. I'm gripping onto the wall just to try and stand.
"Relax, gattina. You're gonna hurt yourself." he picks me up and I wrap my arms and legs around him.
I observe the worried expression on his face and giggle a little under my breath.
"Please, lupo. Calm down. I've been through worse." I whisper, tracing my finger along his clenched jaw.
"Don't. Just thinking about that makes me want to rip the world apart to kill them slowly and painfully." there is no humour in his voice and I find comfort in the fact that for whatever reason, he truly cares for me.
Cole settles us in the bath with me still facing him and my head on his chest. He grabs a sponge and the bottle of soap and begins to lather me in the soapy substance. I move away from him a little so he can wash my front, and a tattoo on his neck catches my eye.
I stare at it with an intrigued look on my face. Cole must know what I'm staring at because he moves my gaze from his neck to his eyes.
"Don't look at it. It's who I am, and who I'll always be. Just don't think about it. Ignore it." he whispers, almost pleading me.
"Why the grim reaper? Of all things, why that?" I ask him.
"You don't wanna know baby." he sighs, kissing my forehead.
"If that was true, I wouldn't have asked." I reply softly as Cole washes the soap away.
"If you really wanna know." he sighs.
"After I killed every single member of the Russian mafia that killed Zach, I went cold. I wouldn't listen to reason. I wouldn't speak to anyone that I didn't have to. Not even my own famiglia. I killed anything and everything that pissed me off or got in my way. I didn't care about repercussions. I basically became a harbinger of death. And what's worse, is that I love it."
"Love?" I ask curiously.
"Present tense"
"Yup. Except now, I have a reason for to do it." he smiles cheekily at me to which I roll my eyes playfully.
"Roll your eyes again. I dare you." his glare is deadly and I almost want to do it again to see what happens, but I'm too tired and too sore to find out right now so instead I comply.
"Sorry, daddy." I whisper, burying my head in his neck where his tattoo lies.
Cole kisses my temple and wraps his arms around me.
"Just for the record, I love your tattoo." I tell him, kissing it.
"I love all of them."
He moves my head and connects our lips. They move in sync as he expresses his feelings through the kiss. Hurt, adoration, pain.
After a while, we pull apart and rest our foreheads together.
"Thank you for telling me that." I softly whisper against his lips, our breathing still ragged.
He lightly rubs his nose up and down mine like cats and dogs do. I smile at the action and I grab the sponge from its place, lathering it in soap and cleaning him just like he did for me.
Once we finish and dry ourselves off, we change and go back to bed. My growling stomach makes Cole turn to look at me from the end of the bed.
"Fuck. You haven't eaten since lunch yesterday." he states with worry.
I laugh at the panicking man before me and wrap my arms around his neck when he reaches me, pecking his lips.
"Well that's because someone has been too busy fucking me." I tease.
Cole picks me up with ease and I giggle, wrapping my legs around him as he grabs my ass, keeping me in place.
"Can't help it. You're hot." he winks playfully and a stupid smile falls on my lips.
"Oh shush." I whisper, and bury my head into his neck.
Cole kisses my neck and walks us to the door. He uses one of his hands to unlock the door the shut it behind him. He takes us both downstairs, turns the lights on and places me on a stool at the breakfast bar. I blink, trying to adjust to the bright lighting.
"Wait here. I'm going to grab a drink from next door."
"Can you bring me some pinot noir please?" I ask timidly, not sure if he'll let me drink or not.
Viktor didn't like it when I drunk, even just a glass.
Cole isn't Viktor, Cassie! Snap out of it!
"Of course gattina." he lays a kiss on my forehead and lips, then leaves to get our drinks.
I stumble over to the sink and grab a glass of water for my sore and dehydrated throat. I chug 2 glasses of water like my life depends on it, then place the glass in the sink. I admire the layout of the kitchen. There's a knife holder with a variety of knives in it. I take a look at them and admire the way they look.
Knives always were my favourite.
The front door can be heard opening and closing and I instinctively grab a large knife for protection.
"Cole?!" Olivia calls out.
I instantly feel relief hearing a familiar voice. I put the knife down on the counter beside me.
"Cole? We have company." Carlo calls out when no one says anything.
Seeing the light, he comes into the kitchen and freezes when he sees me.
"Cara?" he questions, obviously confused.
His expressions turns to anger and asks.
"What did Cole do? If he kidnapped you I swear to-" I burst out laughing and he looks at me like a lunatic.
I slowly approach him, ignoring the pain as best as I can, and embrace him in a hug which he gladly returns.
"Don't worry Carlo. I'm perfectly safe. Prometto." [I promise.] I assure him.
"Your Italian is improving cara." he smiles.
"Riiiiiiight. About that-"
"FATHER!"
Both of our heads snap to the direction of Cole's voice.
"I'll go see what's wrong. Stay here, Livia should be here in a sec."
I turn around and watch as Carlo disappears next door.
"Help yourself to a drink in the- AHHH!" Liv screams and rugby tackles me to the floor.
We laugh uncontrollably and squeeze each other in a tight hug.
The fridge door opens, reminding us that someone else is here. We help each other off of the floor and a pair of footsteps come from behind us. Both of the men smile at our stupidity. Carlos clears his throat after looking behind us.
"Cole, this is a potentially new business partner that I found for you." Carlo says.
"Mr Santini. Nice to meet you."
I freeze when I hear the voice behind me. Anger fills me up as years of memories flash before my eyes. I feel so much rage I could kill. That voice. I'd recognise it anywhere. That's the voice of the first man to ever lay a finger on me. The first monster that I have ever met. The monster that I've planned on killing since I escaped the grasp of the Russians. The reason why the Russians chose me. This man was with them.
Cole sees my face and begins to walk towards me.
"Gattina?" he asks.
"What's wrong? Are you ok?" his voice is laced with worry but my whole being is filled with rage.
With my pain being blinded by my anger, I turn on my heel and grab the knife I left on the side. His eyes widen in realisation of who I am. I throw him against the fridge and press the knife into his neck, he grunts in pain.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" I spit.
"Nice to see you too Sandy." I apply more pressure to his neck.
"Don't call me that. Only Seb and mum has that privilege. And they're both dead because of you." I grit.
"Gattina. Dammi il coltello. [Give me the knife.] Cole asks, stepping closer to us.
"Cole she can-" I cut Carlo off, knowing he doesn't know I know what I know.
"Soggiorno di questo, Cole." [Stay out of this.] I snap.
The man in front of me laughs against the knife, not caring the he's cutting himself, as he looks in between me and Cole, adding two and two together.
"Spat' s vragom. Eto veselo." [Sleeping with the enemy. That's hilarious.]
"Ty vrag, obidchik" [You're the enemy, abuser.]
"Ty ne predstavlyayesh', kak sil'no ya khochu tebya ubit'." [You have no idea how much I want to kill you.] I whisper so only he can hear me.
"Do it." he dares me.
"O, pover' mne. YA budu. No snachala ya zastavlyu tebya stradat'." [Oh trust me. I will. But first, I'm going to make you suffer.] I spit with venom.
The front door bursts open and I don't need to look to see who it is to know. It's probably about 10.30pm by now, so he would've tracked my phone here.
"Hola, hermano." I say, not even looking at him.
"¡¿Qué diablos está haciendo aquí?!" [What the fuck is he doing here?!] he screams.
"¡¿Por qué estoy destinado a saber?!" [Why am I meant to know?!] I scream back, pressing the knife further into him.
"Well, well, well. Guarda chi è finalmente cresciuto." [Look who finally grew up.] he grunts, smirking at me.
I hate that smirk. I had to see the same twisted look on his face every time he finished almost beating me to death.
"Stai zitto!" [Shut up!] I scream, smashing my elbow against his nose and raising my knee to his groin.
I pin him down and stab his shoulder. I twist it and pull it out, giving his opposite leg the same treatment.
"Suka." he screams in pain.
"If I'm such a bitch, why are you screaming like one?" I smile sadistically at him.
I didn't notice Santiago come near me until he pulled me off of the whimpering piece of shit beneath me.
"GET OFF OF ME TIAGO! I'LL KILL HIM. I'LL KILL HIM WITH MY BARE HANDS!" I scream as his arms secure themselves around me, restricting my movement.
"Shhhh. Lo tienes Cálmate. Respirar." [Shhhh. You have him. Calm down. Breathe.]
"CALM DOWN?! Hell no. LET GO OF ME!" I raise my leg back and kick him where it hurts.
He drops like a sack of potatoes and I run over to the man trying to crawl away.
"I'LL KILL YOU, ADRIK ANTONOV!" I scream, choking him to death.
He begins to claw at my hands, trying to pry them away, so I apply more pressure. Cole rips me away from Adrik and Carlos pulls him away towards -I'm assuming- the basement.
"Let go of me!" I try and worm my way out of Cole's grip, failing miserably.
I raise my leg up to his dick, but his hand blocks it. I'm spun around so I'm facing him and he pins my arms behind my back. I try to knee him anywhere, but he picks me up with his free hand and puts me on the breakfast bar. He moves my hair to the side and looks at me with such intense concern.
"Shhh. Breathe, gattina." he demonstrates and I copy his actions.
My breathing gradually starts to become steady and my mind begins to clear. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes as I process everything that just happened. Cole releases my arms and I immediately wrap myself around him. He rubs my back soothingly as I bury my face in his neck, instantly relaxing.
Liv awkwardly clears her throat and I remember that me and Cole aren't alone.
"Anyone wanna fill me in? On anything?" she confusingly asks.
"Tengo una pregunta propia, Cass. Cole Santini? En realidad?" [I have a question of my own, Cass.] [Really?] Santiago angrily asks.
"Excuse me." I whisper to Cole who reluctantly lets me go.
"C'mere joda." [pain in the ass.] I open my arms for him and he steps forward, his brotherly arms wrap around me securely.
"He knows." I whisper into his ear so only he can hear.
Tiago was the first and only person I have ever trusted enough to tell him about my past. He has been my brother for 3 years but we have an amazing bond that I would never change. He knows everything about my past, which is more than what Cole knows.
"About everything?" he asks in the same lowness as me I shake my head no.
"Just about the Russians." he buries his head into my hair, something he does for comfort.
"Ugh. This doesn't smell like you." he fake gags and playfully pushes my head away.
We both have smiles on our faces when Carlo comes back in.
"He passed out in a cell. Cole. A word?" he asks leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.
Cole nods his head and walks over to me and Tiago.
"While I'm gone, can you do one thing for me?" he asks tilting my head back.
"And what would that be?" I ask back.
"Eat." I go to nod my head when Tiago shouts from behind me.
"You haven't eaten?!"
Sigh.
"T, I've been a little-"
"Nope. Come on." he drags my hand over the fridge, not caring that he's treading in blood.
"C'mon Cass, you've been doing so well." he sighs, pulling out vegetables, fruit and meat from the fridge.
"I know, I know."
"Santiago, right?" We both look at Cole who has a stern look plastered on his face.
"Yep. Why?" he asks raising his eyebrow.
"What did you mean by that?"
"Cole, it's noth-"
"She has an eating disorder. She was doing so well with eating." he says side eyeing me.
I lower my head shamefully and play with my hands. Cole stands in front of me.
"We'll speak about this later." he sighs and kisses my head.
I simply nod in response and I watch as he walks off with Carlo. I spot a wide-eyed Liv standing there like a deer caught in head lights. I pick up a grape from the bowl beside me and throw it at her, breaking her from her trance.
"He ju- He- What!" she exclaims, rushing over me.
"Okay, explain yourself miss Clarke." I laugh at her stern voice paired with her hands on her hips.
"So sassy." I giggle.
I explain my relationship with Cole to both Olivia and Santiago as best as I can, leaving out the fact that we had sex until Tiago had to be Tiago and open his big mouth.
"That's who it was when I called you and you said you was 'getting fucked'?" he asks.
I could hear the mixed emotions of anger, relief and confusion in his voice.
"Yes koala bear." I roll my eyes with a smile on my lips at his glare.
He hates that nickname.
"WAIT. You and Cole?! Oh my God, I don't even wanna know." she says.
"Amen to that." T mumbles under his breath and I punch his shoulder playfully.
"So I have to ask. How do you know Adrik and what the hell was that all about?" she asks seriously, signalling to the pool of drying blood on the floor.
I look at Tiago who gives me a light nod, and then goes back to cooking.
"My mother -Valentina Voronovo- knew him. They got married and had three kids. He loved two but hated the third. But in the end, he had killed them all in some sort of way." I say lowly, fighting back the tears that so desperately fall.
"There was two girls and one boy. Their names were Sofia and Sebastian Antonov and...." I let out a shaky exhale.
"And Cassandra Antonov. She was abused and beaten by him. Her mother tried to help, but every time she tried, she'd be beaten too. Sometimes he'd even go so far as to rape Valentina for trying to interfere. So Cassandra changed her surname to her mother's maiden name- Voronovo."
"Wait. So Adrik is your step father?" Livia asked, still confused.
"I wish." I chuckled dryly.
Cole and Carlo came back into the room just as I spat out 5 venomous words.
"Adrik Antonov is my father."