Made of Steel

33. Worried

Adriano Di Lauro

How did they get in? I have no idea, but I'll charge the condo security staff for this. I don't know what they were thinking when they dared to disobey me. Even here in America they know my name and my reputation.

Dinner is spoiled, my good humor too and my patience goes to waste with every word that comes out of their mouth.

Gibson Reid is looking for me... and he's going to find me. His audacity will not go unpunished. However, now I must focus on my wife, who I feel about to pass out at any moment.

I hold her in my arms as I feel her weakness while she unloads her frustration against those who call themselves her parents, but who don't have a shred of it.

No matter how despicable a person may, children are sacred and they have done nothing but use theirs, harm her and harm her.

Just remembering the result of my investigations makes me go crazy like some kind of caged lion. They gave her to that psychopath in exchange for a measly position as ambassador when with the money he has he could have bought that place...

Of course, it would have been a much slower process and it seems Gibson Reid does not have much patience.

Then, she was sent to fire from the Clinic where she worked, making her believe she was incompetent and to top it off, she was locked in an penthouse like an animal when she refused to celebrate the wedding.

I have encountered many vermin in the world in which I operate 'myself included', but I have met very few unnatural beasts like Gibson Reid.

I try to contain myself, because getting lost in the heat of the moment is not my style. I am more cold, methodical, I calculate every detail carefully to ensure success. However, hearing such an embarrassing insinuation, I unceremoniously rushed at him.

I knock him to the ground in one simple motion and slam my fist into his chin. He tries to extricate himself in vain, since he will never overcome much strength.

Even Devil Frost couldn't beat me, a scavenging rat won't even touch me with a thought. I hit his left cheekbone and kicked him in the stomach. Around me a ruckus breaks out among the hotel staff and they try to stop me, but no one can beat me and my newly forged killer instinct.

"Cass!", Juliette Reid's breathless shriek stops me from turning towards her, and then I find my wife being held by my men as her mother approaches. "Cass, darling! Are you okay?"

I hurriedly run over to her and take hold of her body to examine her thoroughly. She looks too pale and her heart is beating too fast.

"Cassandra, do you hear me?", I communicate with my head of Security through signs before I caress her face and I take the golden locks that fall on her forehead and then, I brush them back. "Cara?"

I bring a glass of water to her lips and encourage her to drink while moistening her temples.

"I'm... fine", she replies after a few minutes. "I just... I feel a little dizzy".

I deposit her tiny body on the chair, waiting for her to recover a little more to transfer her.

"You never cease to disappoint me, Cassandra". Apparently, the blows I gave him weren't enough for old Gibson. "You keep using silly girly tricks to get attention".

I scramble up to end his miserable existence, but my wife's hand on mine and her pleading look hold me back.

"You're a beast", she says in a voice filled with so much suffering that it churns my inside with crushing intensity as she watches the man who gave her life. I know the pain, the anger and the bad taste of betrayal... but I'm not sure if it beats being scorned by my own parents.