When I get over my initial shock, I walk over to the door I suspect the sounds are coming from. It's slightly ajar, my hand lingers over the knob for some seconds before I push it open and take a look.

Wow. Just wow, on the bed I’m supposed to be sleeping in?

"I have to give it to you, I leave your sight for not even ten seconds and you're already balls deep in the staff. It's a bit impressive, nonetheless disgusting," I say as I lean against the doorframe, taking in the scene of aggressive back shots before me.

Cynthia, currently bent over by my husband, sharply raises her head up and jumps away from Cassian when they see me.

She’s a blubbering mess of tears and apologies as she hastily puts on her clothes, but Cassian isn't fazed at all. In fact, there's a smirk on his lips. He's enjoying this. The sicko.

Cynthia is by my side still sputtering all over me, I wave her away and she quietly leaves with her eyes glued to the floor. My eyes are pinned on Cassian who's staring me down as he lazily pulls up his pants.

You'd think someone who was just caught with their pants down would be more embarrassed but no, he's reveling in it.

He leans back, obviously in no hurry and really looks at me. "Hm, that's unexpected. You're way sexier when you’re mad." His eyes are leering as they sweep over me, covering me in goosebumps of disgust.

"Oh, I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed. What can I say I always felt you’d make such a devoted husband," my words are light but my tone is tight.

His smirk widens as he walks closer to me, "Mm, is that sarcasm I detect?"

I tilt my head at him, "What do you think?"

The gap between us is infinitesimal and his muscular frame towers over me as his voice drops to a whisper and he drawls, "I think you're mad because I bedded your help before I did you. Don't worry, I'm sure you saw. There's enough of me to go round."

A beat passes and his hand moves to cup my face. I can't help but laugh in his face and push his hand away as I slip past his imposing self.

“Please, you’d have to pay me to touch you with a ten foot pole,” I spit, amidst laughter.

It seizes in a split second and I find myself pinned to the wall, my hands bound behind my back by his strong grip. He pulls me to himself so I can feel the heat of his body against my back. His fingers dig into my cheeks as he seizes my face with his free hand, prying my mouth open with his iron grip.

In all this, I’m trashing to get free but he doesn’t budge, even for a second. “Listen Laila, I could take you right here if I wanted to, the only thing stopping me is the respect I have for your brother and even so, it’s a thin thread. So don’t test it.”

He releases me and I stumble away from him. I shoot him a glare, my eyes alight with murderous intent,”Touch me again, and I’ll make sure they find your hands somewhere your body isn’t.”

He chuckles lightly, “I think I’m getting fond of you, Laila. You know what, let’s go for a ride. Follow me,” he says, picks his shirt from off the floor and moves to the door but then he turns around to meet my icy gaze.

“That wasn’t a request, Mika. Chop, chop, we have places to be.”

Everything in my body says to kill this man with my bare hands, Lord knows the last thing I want to do is spend another minute with this prick but if I stay back, Adrian would give me shit and when has that not happened? My goal right now though is to learn more about Cassian. So, I follow him into his black, sleek, fast car.

We arrive at a shabby looking building. I scrunch up my nose at the sight of it as I step out of Cassian's car.

I do that every time I drive past this building. Not just because it's an old, rusty, rundown version of what it used to be but also because of what happened here. Standing here, staring at the flickering neon sign really brings it rushing back to me. I can still see the pool of blood when I close my eyes.

Why did he bring me here? And why are there so many motorcycles and cars parked here?

"Come on, princess," Cassian says to me as he turns to give me his sadistic smile. I give him a stony one in return and begin walking to the door of the building.

"What are we doing here?" I say, trying my best to sound as chill as possible but all my alarms are going off.

"Oh, you'll see." He leads me through the door and through the familiar hallway before we enter the wide, open room. The air is thick with cigar smoke that stings my eyes a little and a roar of chatter as we get closer. This used to be a bar but I guess delinquents use it now for their meet ups.

That would explain why Cassian thought it was a bright idea to gather his thugs in here. It's a sea of men dressed in all black, most of them tattooed up to the neck. They look like an angry bunch, which would be intimidating and scary for me if these type of men weren't on Varela Estate grounds day and night.

The room falls to a hush immediately they see Devereux Cassian and as he walks to the other end of the room they clear a path for him. Is this why he brought me here? To show me these cold, brawny men who would kill for fun fall at his feet?