“That’s it.” He cuts her off coldly, his eyes filled with fire and was ready to burn her. “You feel guilty, thinking he died because of you and you're delusional that you f*****g love him. Allow me to clarify, that's not love, that's guilt!”
Arabella shook her head. “No, I love Cen—“
“Don’t you f*****g dare to say those filthy things, or I would do something you might regret.”
And that was a promise.
The sentence kept ringing in Cassius' head, it kept messing with his head and he hated it. His hands were itching to kill the person whom his woman loved, but unfortunately, he was killed with a bullet lodged in his head that day. One hand clenched in the arm chair, while the other hand fiddled with his whiskey glass and he gulped it down.
He returned in the early hours of the morning in
