The Husband

His side of the story

My grip on his hand was tight, I stared in his eyes and he did so back.

"Marcus Devereux." I called him out and instead of getting shocked that I knew him, he smirked.

"Logan Sabella or can I call you by your italian name.. Leandro." The amusement in his eyes were bright and I was the one who was shocked, no one knew me of that name but those in the business.

"I have my sources, Don." He let go of my hand and we just kept looking at each other.

" Hate to break the staring match between you two but the more we idle here, her life is slipping." Luc glared and I nodded, we bounded in my plane and took our seats, my men were getting ready and as soon as they were, they took their respective seats.

"I thought you were dead." I spoke out and Marcus looked at me with a smile, it was not a smirk, it was definitely a smile.

"It was hard to make everyone think that you're gone but I had to do it. I had to leave Marcelline and my daughter with Antoinette.. It was hard but I had to or my daughter wouldn't be your wife right now." His eyes had that hard look in them, there was anger, hatred and the look I knew too well - the hunger for vengeance.

"This is the most weird and unexpected way to meet your father-in-law, last I seen Antoinette I shot a bullet in between her eyes." I whispered the last words looking out the window unemotional. I was not sorry for ending those peoples lives, she wanted it and I was just conveniently there.

"To be honest, if I was in Cassandra's life  - I would've never let her marry someone as dangerous as you Leandro. But then again, fate had other plans. I never got to hold my daughter in my arms, watch her grow to the beautiful woman she is now... Just thinking of it, pains me." He spoke those last words in a hushed tone, looking at Marcus he obviously was just a man like me - no he is not as dark as I am- but he is dangerous and loving only to his family.

Family..

My Mother and Father are deep in hatred with how Lorraine was pulled deep and played by the Russell's, then there is my brother who kept trying to keep me away from this life but it seems this was something I cannot turn away from.

And then there is my Wife..

My wife whom I love dearly, the one woman I can rely on and the one who kept me going.

Hours passed and we were silent, it was an uneasy silence but it was also better than having questions that might hit home, but I couldn't help but feed my curiosity on the man whose blood ran in my wife's body, the man who everyone seems to have a connection with. I had to ask...

"Why did you fake it?" I turned to him and he looked at me and sighed.

"Hank and I as everyone know.. We were the best of friends, grew up the same circle, studied in the same schools and one day we got married to the two beautiful women we met and also loved dearly." He stopped, smiling painfully as he took his wallet out, showing a picture of four people who looked as young as Cassandra and I however, you could tell that they were the younger versions of Hank, Antoinette, Marcelline and Marcus.

"We got into some deep trouble, it looked tempting back then - The American Mob as they say. Hank and I worked together with the lower ones, say it was a starter until moved and worked almost to the top even with our legal dealings until Hank f****d up a deal that he had to go overseas to work it out and I was unaware of it.

I visited their home, hoping to talk some sense into him but he already left and Antoinette answered the door while breastfeeding Bethany." He chuckled darkly, shaking his head at the memory.

"A man has his needs and that time Marcelline and I.. we had a problem, we were brought bad news that my wife...she was unable to bear children. Regardless of that problem, I still love my wife but seeing Hank and Antoinette having children. I felt jealousy bubble in me and Antoinette being a seductress didn't help.

A few months later, one of Hank's maids sang like a canary about how I visited and we had a secret rendezvous in his office, Hank was furious of course as I would I if that was my Marcelline.

We had a talk and it ended up with us talking with our fists and insults coming up. I didn't think Hank would go far as trying to kill me, I should've thought of it but I guess I was too blind and naive to think that my best friend.. The guy who I grew up with and trusted would turn his back on me and..." He sighed and shook his head.

"Oh who am I kidding, any man would go nuts if he learns that his best friend shagged his wife. Its my fault that Cassandra was even treated like s**t by him... Its because she's my offspring.. My daughter." He covered his face with his hand and I watched another man cry for Cassandra.

"You're right, but if you hadn't done that then I would've not met the most amazing woman in the world. She's an angel.. Someone whom I am happy to be with." I smiled and he smiled back painfully. Call me a bastard but I am glad that Marcus had done that though I feel bad for Marcelline that he was once unfaithful and to her best friend too.

"Please buckle up your seat belts we will be landing in Moscow, Russia in a few minutes. Thank you." The seat belt light turned up and we did as asked, there was a little shaking and then we landed safely on ground. Sighing I immediately unhooked my seat belt.

I hate flying.

"I know where the warehouse is." Marcus looked into my eyes and I nodded.

We are going to hit home, hard.