Chapter 17 The Collection Room

This poses as a bit of a problem; there is no way I am sitting around the same table as Antoni Vega. Not only do I not like breathing the same air as he does, but he has been a constant thorn in the Caine family's side. He refers to himself as new and upcoming in our business world, when he is only but causing trouble as far as he goes. I can see why he has now paired himself with the widow of Joseph Cummings. There is something Cassandra does not know, and to think that her mom has even managed to keep it from her for this long, truly does amaze me. Yet considering that she does not know what her father did, it does not quite run true to me. But if things have to run their course, then we would find ourselves at opposite ends of the table. But first, I need to decide what I am doing with the situation at hand. "Surprised to see you here Antoni, are you trying to expand your horizon?" "I should say the same about you. Still holding onto daddy's apron?" "In fact, the apron belongs to me now. So I would suggest you know your place." "Still not bowing down to you or your family. I will tell it to you as I told it to your father, I do things my own way." "You will be wise to listen, for you are still in our territory. The day you run your own operation, then I shall perhaps care about what you say. It does not mean because you got Mrs. Cummings fooled, that you can do the same to me." And before things get too heated, Giselle jumps in to cool our hot heads. "Now, boys, we know that this is difficult for you both, but can we just get through this evening without you killing each other." But my princess is still standing confused and trying to figure out what just happened. "Can someone please tell me what is going on here?" "It's just business, my princess. I think it is time you get told the truth about you and your family." I can see the curiosity lie thick within her eyes; she deserves to be told the truth no matter how big it is. But then the question begs, will we then be able to be together still, or can an alliance be on the cards here. Whichever way, let me get through this night; I am here for my princess and nobody else." As we make our way into her mom's home, she quietly pulls me aside. Now more than before, there is concern written all over her face. "Christian, what is going on?" "Princess, you know who I am?" "You are head of the Craine mob crime family, and you the big boss or leader or something like that." "How do you feel about that?" "I don't have a problem with who you are; I just don't want you to fuck me around." "Princess, I am not here to fuck you around. I think I am..." I take two small steps toward her until her mouth is on mine. She gasps in surprise, amazed that I shall make such a bold move in front of everyone in the room. She grabs my shoulders and slides her hands to my neck. I move my lips against her, wanting more, but more of what I cannot say. I step closer until our bodies touch; my hand comes up, and my warm fingers grasp her waist, pulling her even closer still. I am lost in her kiss, and all my defenses give way. But she does not forget my near half sentence and pierces her eyes into mine as she looks for the answers herself "What were you going to say?" "I think I am..." I change the direction my heart was telling me and use my head instead. "I think you must ask your mom about your father." "Something tells me it might just get a whole lot more interesting than it already is." We all head-on through each lavish room after the other to find ourselves at the bar area by the pool. Giselle is doing quite well for a mother of an exotic dancer, but we all know where this money is really coming from. I respect her mother, but to let her daughter carry on dancing when she knows that she does not have to does infuriate me somewhat. And knowing full well what I do, it makes me wonder if Giselle is truly blind to what Antoni is after. He has never been one to beat around a bush, and now has a ring around her finger is quite a bold move. But one thing that he fails to understand, that marriage does not get him what he desires the most. Cassandra is the rightful heir and shall continue to be so unless her life has to come to an unfortunate end. I will be damned if I allow him even to try to touch a hair on her head. Is this something she needs to be made aware of, and should I be the one to tell? It is probably not my place, but it does not mean I cannot stir the pot. ...Cassandra... Something is going on here that I do not know of. Yes, we all have a fair idea of who Christian is, but never once has it been a problem for me. He might very much be a playboy, but he seems to be a good man. Even though danger does excite me, I would never put my life in danger if I knew I am. I always just use to see him come to the club every night, but never did I know that he is, in fact, the Christian Caine that everyone speaks of. I am very na?ve, but it has always managed to keep me out of trouble. He needs to tell me what is truly going on, for I know my mom will put it off until she hopes that I finally forget about it. "Mom, I would like to go show Christian dad's gun collection." "Sure, sweetie, dinner should be ready in about an hour. I am sure Christian is going to get a bit lost in there for a while." "Oh, Mrs. Cummings," Christian says as he rises from his seat and takes my hand. "I think I might even take some home. I am sure they are far more superior than Antoni's little dinky toy." Before Christian can even think to make another wise remark, I lace my fingers in his and pulls him towards my dad's gun room. I always use to wonder why he has such a big collection, but mom used to tell me never to ask any questions Once we are finally in the room, I make sure the door is firmly shut. I turn to Christian with only one burning question that goes on in my mind, but he seems to have a few of his own. "Princess, no disrespect to your mother, but why are you dancing while your mother owns all of this?" "Because I know this is not her money, and I am not going to live of something she is getting from a sugar daddy." "But who said it is?" "Well, I always used to think it is. After my father passed away, he left us with nothing." "I find that hard to believe that if your dad was on the wrong side of the law that he did not leave you with anything to fall back on." "I don't know, Christian; I am only going on what I was told. My father was involved in something he should never have been; he got himself killed." "But have you always lived in this home?" "No, we did actually live up on your side of town." Christian is asking a whole lot of questions that make me wonder how much he actually knows about this. Did he perhaps knew my father and knew what he was involved with. But why is he not telling me, or maybe he is just afraid of what my mother might say. One thing is certain I am not leaving here tonight until someone tells me what is going on. "Christian, please can you answer a question for me?" "Sure, princess, you can ask me anything." "What is going on?" ...Christian... I know I told her I would never fuck her around. But now she is asking me questions I wish I did not have to answer. I know should I tell her that I would ruin any relationship I could have even had with her mother. What I also do know is she is never going to stop asking until I have answered her. But distraction is always a better option. If I direct her attention elsewhere, then she might just forget long enough until the next time. And what better way to do it than what I enjoy the most, sex. She notices the wicked little smile that starts to dance around the corner of my lips, and she knows exactly what I am about to do. Before she can even protest, I spin her body around and press her chest hard into the door; then, I pin her wrists above her head firmly in place. "Christian, what are you doing?" "What does it look like princess?" I slide my hand underneath the seams of her dress and scrunch it all the way up to her waist. As I catch a glimpse of her tight ass, a groan escapes my lips. "Damn, princess, you are still going to be the death of me." "Christian, you...we can't do it in here." "I can do it anywhere I want to." "But what if my mom hears us?" "Then you will just have to whisper my name, but my name is coming from your lips one way or the other." I wrap my arm around her waist and draw her into my body. My erection is growing hot and heavy, just burning to get lost in that wet mess between her thighs. I grind my groin deep into her ass, and she softly mumbles my name. She reaches back and grabs onto me to further press my hard length into her. I rest my chin on her shoulder and softly whisper into her ear. "Do you want me, princess?" It takes a while for her to calm the rush of her beating heart, as she only utters but one word. The only word that matters, the only word that I want to hear. "Yes." I go to reach for my belt and flip open my buckle; in one easy move, I have unzipped my pants. Before she does even notice, I have slipped out my hard length and start to rub my wet tip around her tight entrance. I grip her hip with one hand, and with one smooth entry, I drive deep into her from behind. "Oh, god, Christian!" "Ssshhh Cassandra." "What are you doing to me?" "Only the same as what you are doing to me." I slide my pulsating cock slowly out of her wet pussy. I slam hard into her while desperately trying to hold onto her. My hips pistons hard as I furiously thrust into her again. But as I delve into her for the third time, she manages to free herself and moves away from my body. "Princess!" "No, Christian, you are not going to use sex to make me forget that I asked you a question. I want to know what is going on here?