Assassin [18+]

Ascendency

§Morgana Acampora§

"Goodbye, dad," I hugged him tightly, hiding my face in his chest. "I love you."

"I didn't know, Morgana," he whispered.

"That's enough," mother said, separating us.

Tears ran down my cheeks "What—"

"We must leave now," Cassian said turning me around by my waist. "My mother is organizing an engagement party for us."

"Cassian, I need to speak to my father before—"

"Listen to your fiancé, Morgana," mother said between gritted teeth.

"But—"

"Morgana," Cassian cupped my face as a smile curved his lips. "We are going to have so much fun in Germany, my mom wants you to meet all my family and we'll probably go to the Switzerland."

My eyes gazed over his shoulder; Cristian stood there, in his perfect suit with a blank expression on his face but his eyes were on me. I know what I want as a wedding present.

"All right," my eyes diverted to meet Cassian's. "But I will need snow gear."

"I'll buy you whatever you need," he pecked my lips. "Let's go."

Before getting into the car, I took one last glance at my house. Fuck. This is the first time I want to stay.

On the way to the airport, he kept on talking about everything his mother has told him about being excited to meet me, and how she is planning an engagement party to introduce me to all of their friends.

To entertain myself, I thought about Cristian. After making breakfast for me, he took it to my bedroom and fucked me once again; up against the door to keep everyone outside. 

When the car stopped, I looked up from my engagement ring to find a private jet like the one my family owns.

"Cassian?"

"Yes, doll?" He unfastened his seatbelt.

My head turned to meet his eyes "Are you sure you want to marry me? It's just that we've known each for such a short period of time, wouldn't you like to get to know me better? We could go on dates and travel and maybe eventually move in together, have a puppy," I told with pleading eyes. Not that I want any of that but maybe that way I would at least know who I've been sold to.

The man chuckled, taking my hands in his' "My darling, from the moment I laid eyes on you I knew you were going to be mine forever; there's no sense in waiting." A deep sigh left his mouth as a big smile curved his lips "It's always been my dream to marry an Italian girl," he pulled his hands away and hopped off the car.

I'm just seen as that: the fantasy he is fulfilling.

"I'm of Italian ascendancy, bitch," I groaned unfastening my seatbelt. Cassian opened my door for me and offered me his hand which I took; all part of the act. After what he did to me last night, his mere presence disgusts me.

The layout of the plane is pretty much the same as my family's; you enter and have the mini bar, after it some sort of lounge area, the four individual recliners are next, a half bathroom, and finally a private bedroom with a shower.

"How long is this flight?" I asked, taking a seat at one of the individual recliners.

"Eleven hours," the man grinned as the flight-attendant handed him two champagne flutes. "Here," he offered me one of the glasses.

"Thank you," I gently took it from the stem.

For eleven FUCKING hours, I have to be on this flying tube with this person. If he had me alone last night, for a few minutes, imagine what he will want to do with eleven hours in our hands.