The Husband

Cassandra

Meanwhile back in New York...

I could hear beeps, Darcy and Mason talking with my mother-in-law Felicity talking to whom I can only recognize as Marceline Devereux.

I was trying to flex my fingers but they felt like dead weight, am I paralyzed? Did I turn to a vegetable?

"I haven't seen Logan today, where is he?" Marceline asked and Felicity groaned.

"He has gone out to finish his unfinished business." Felicity answered and I heard a phone ring, Marceline answered and I heard a door open.

Must've been hers.

"Honey.. It's time to wake up." Felicity spoke suddenly beside me, she took my hand squeezing it as if to reassure her I was still half alive.

"Logan has been waiting far too long, love." She started sobbing and I felt my heart break, what happened? Was all I could think of.

"Mrs.Black, Mr. Logan is calling." A much too familiar voice spoke up.

"Thank you Garrett." She replied and I heard her stand and next was a door closing.

"Ms. Casey, you have a very beautiful family... Please get better soon, Mr. Logan is going nuts without you." Garrett spoke and before I knew it I felt his presence beside me, he was telling me a story.

A story that I suspect involved my husband. Just thinking of him makes my heart beat wildly and I felt as if I was away for far too long with the story Garrett is telling.

"Logan is in the Bahamas.. He is hunting down Andrew." Was the only thing that I caught, making me snap my eyes open.

The beeping sound I heard earlier went wild and I looked around frantically, sure enough my husband is not there. I sat up as if the pillow was on fire, I was being held back by the tubes on my arm, ripping them off I quickly stood up which made me feel dizzy for awhile.

It hurt but it didn't hurt as much as what I felt, Logan was alone and he is hunting down Andrew.

I heard Garrett calling for doctors and nurses and soon enough there was a group that piled in.

"Mrs. Black.. Mrs. Black!" They called for my attention but I was frantically looking for Logan.

"Where is my husband?!" I asked, my voice kind of scratchy, making me feel as if sandpaper was rubbing against each other.

"Mrs. Black please calm down, it's better for you.." The doctor trailed off and him telling me what to do made me glare at him.

My emotions were all over, I felt like a mess and my husband not on my side makes me feel worse of a mess.

"Don't tell me what to do and not to do, I never had a father in my life and a stranger acting like one is not welcome." I sneered and immediately felt sorry for snapping at a man who was just worried of my well-being and it is also his job.

"I am sorry doctor.. Its just with my husband away from me, I feel like a mess." I sighed, running my hand against my face.

"Your husband was the same when you were brought in intensive care, he was going nuts and well I understand where he is coming from.. I lost my wife and I was the same as he." He opened up and I immediately felt sorry and really like a bad person.

"I just miss my husband..he must be really worried sick." I sighed and ran a hand over my hair.

"Well if any, you still need rest and Mr. Black's strict orders are to make sure you heal and go back to tip top shape, however it is not like I can stop you from going after your husband..." The doctor trailed off and he gave me that knowing smile.

"You mean? .." I looked at him unbelieving and he nodded.

Bahamas here I come.

Back in the Bahamas

"I feel awful." I mumbled and Luca looked at me with a raised brow.

"You feel awful for killing the bastard?" He questioned and I shook my head as a reply for 'No', never in my life would I feel guilty or awful for getting rid of Andrew Russell the way I did.

He deserved more than what I gave him, I ended his life easy, he would thank me for ending him that quick than make him wait for what Cassandra had in store for him.

Speaking of Cassandra, I haven't bothered calling for 2 days now.. Last call I made was when we landed and of course the same day when I discovered my own sister was a dumb and delusional blonde. Immediately pressing the speed dial for the home phone since I knew everyone is crawling in my house, why do I even have to call their own phone?

No one answered in the 2 times I re-dialed which made me worry, I called my mother which redirected me automatically to voicemail and that was when I turned ballistic because even Oliver wasn't answering.

"Luca have you contacted mother already?" I asked frantically and it was to no success because even he got voicemail.

I growled in frustration, grabbing anything I could and throwing it across the room like a child that had a tantrum, and this was not my greatest moment, that I'd admit.

"Logan calm down!" Luca grabbed me, turning me around he punched me on the face making me stop and look at him wide eyed.

"What? You were acting like a child!" He defended himself and I just glared at him. The blow he delivered sure did snap me from worried to calm, however it didn't last long when I remembered why I was acting that way.

"I have to go, I have a bad feeling on this." I immediately grabbed my coat, walking out of that soiled room. My mind raced on possibilities that happened with my wife while I was here.

Was I wrong? Was I wrong to leave her and come here? What if I stayed by her side? I got in the convertible immediately and drove to the airport like a maniac with a million things in my head but only lead to one person, to her..

I sped through the way and just driving this fast made me remember how she got into the situation she was in. Turning into a sharp curve, I could see the airport not far I tried calling once more and thank goodness it was answered on the first ring.

"Logan.." Father answered and I didn't like the tone of his voice, it was weak and... God no, did she?

"Dad, why is no one answering their phones?! I'm on my way to the airpo-" I said all in one go but he still managed to cut me off.

"You will do no such thing! My son you need a break and I know Cassandra being in the condition she is in worries you, boy I know you love your wife but with what you are doing its taking a toll on your own health." He scolded me causing me to pull over on the side of the road.

Leaning my head against the head rest of my seat, I looked up at the palm trees swaying blocking the bright sunlight to not burn my eyes but the tears threatening to fall were.

"Son, she will be fine. Would you want Cassandra to see you the way that you are when she wakes up? Just take a break for awhile, you will thank me for stopping you. " were his parting words and ending the call, covering my eyes with my arm I let the tears run and soak my coat arm.

The warm breeze flitted past me making me smell the salty air of the sea, pulling my wallet out I looked at the one picture I loved of hers that she took with that Polaroid camera of hers.

Her brunette-blonde hair mixed into a braid, wearing those nerdy looking specs she loved to wear so much when he was at home reading in our library. I could still remember when she took this picture back in Switzerland when she was a student and I felt like an old man preying on a teenager.

Starting up the car once more I drove out of the side and into the highway once more, but I turned to my way back to the hotel as much as I itched to ride that plane back to New York, I had to get my act together for my wife.

I didn't speed back, I drove like I was enjoying the scenery when all I was thinking on how she would love to see this or how she would finally meet my brother and this one woman who was like her. Patricia was the Cassandra in Luca's life even if he didn't want to admit.

Back at the hotel, I spotted Luca in the bar with a glass of whiskey that he just stared at.

"Why are you looking so glum?" I questioned him while I ordered a drink for myself.

"She went back to Boracay because her fianceé was there, waiting for her." That was all I had to hear to know what made him look the way he did.

"Let me get straight to the point with you.. Look at me." I turned his chair to face me and he did.

"Basically she is just engaged not really married, if you love her then fight for her! You are a Mafia Don for fücks sakes Luca, grow those balls and march to where she is and fight for her, show her she will be happier with you than she ever would be with what's-his-face who is waiting for her back in Boracay." He looked at me stunned and went deep in thought.

"Why did you marry Cassandra? " he suddenly asked and I looked at him questionably.

"You told me before you really just met her in a motel, felt sorry for her and vióla, married her and both of you are happily in love and married. Why? Tell me really, why did you marry someone who was basically a stranger?" His question made me think, why did I really marry my wife?

"Believe it or not, it was truly love at first sight. Let me tell you the exact way I met her... It started with me cleaning up your mess." 

Flashback 5 years ago...

Stupid Luca, calling me at this hour just to clean up his mess. I'm the older brother! So why am I even complying?! Dialing his personal cleaner I came to the place to look exactly on what mess was he talking about.Turning the key on this shabby door in a shabby motel, I took a peek inside the room and good lord I wish I never did, I called the other kind of cleaner.

Closing the door I heard the elevator ding making me turn that way only to see a woman who looked like she got pulled out of a horror/dramatic movie. Long, wet, brunette locks covered her face, wearing a faded NYU hoodie. She had a duffel bag that looked soaked just like she was.

I was about to offer some help but she just walked past me so I did the same just to feel like I didn't humiliate myself there. As I rode the lift, I kept my finger on the button keeping it open, I watched as she struggled opening the door to her room and eventually giving up.

I hated that she was on that grimy floor, looking helpless just like the world crumbled and here she was giving up. I got off and walked her way, that was when I started asking her questions and in her every response, I knew she was abused not physically since I do not see any scars or bruises that were visible.

But she was verbally and emotionally abused, in every answer I got I knew it would either be bullying from school or closer, family.

I knew that much since I majored in Psychology that studied human behavior before I went on with Majoring Business and finishing my Masters Degree in it.

When I told her I would help her, she did the unexpected and I never expected what I saw. She was gorgeous, her beauty was.. There are no words to describe but my heart beat like a fücking race horse in steroids.

She was far from those models, actresses and well some of the daughters of my fathers business partners. She was far from them for she spoke of innocence, broken innocence but there was still the fight in her that just needed a little more fuel.

That day I knew there is someone in the world who walked the same ground as me, that I could like... Love.

I liked her and I never knew loving her would be so easy.

Present day...

"That was why I married Cassandra.. She was the one woman I knew that I shouldn't, wouldn't and can never let go.. She was my Empress if I was the Emperor of an Empire." I smiled fondly at the memory, Luca looked at me with such amazement and he looked at me as though I grew a second head.

"If that is what you feel for Patricia then I am telling you now, if you let her go.. You'll regret it for the rest of your life." I finished, taking a swing of my drink.

"You loved me that much huh?" A voice I knew so well spoke out of nowhere, just hearing her voice made me choke on my drink and freeze on my seat, the grip I had on my glass, tightening.

Was it possible? No.. I just talked to dad and..

I turned and there I saw her standing in the middle of the room with my Parents, Oliver, Darcy and Mason behind her.

"It's been long Mr. Sabella." She greeted and I turned to my brother who was smirking now, he was in this too.

"Did you not miss me? Mon amour?" She questioned and all I could do was stand and walk her way, nearing her I could see the tears threatening to fall from her beautiful hazel eyes. She was about to speak up when I stopped her with grabbing the back of her neck ad pulling her close, sealing those beautiful lips of hers with my own.

I missed her and God I will really have to thank dad for stopping me.