‘THE Elite Entanglement: IN THE NAME OF LEGACY.’

Chapter Two

KATHERINE'S POV

I watched him leave the scene like he never cared about my feelings.

“I’m sorry,” Ethan said, brushing his hands against mine.

“I’m fine,” I replied, staring at the plate of food on the table trying to put my feelings together. I had rage building up in me. I knew I’d lose my mind if I stayed one more minute in that house so I made up my mind to leave and clear my head.

I wasn't sure where I was going to go, but I was just sure I needed to go somewhere far from all this stress and pressure. I needed to go where I wasn't known and live freely for some time. Maybe I’d escape my father's madness from consuming me.

“Where are you going?” Ethan asked as I stood up to leave.

“I don't know,” I replied, walking straight to my room.

I just picked up the important things I needed and drove off to the airport. I didn't want my father to know where I was going so I didn't use the family's private jet.

The first thing that came to my mind when I wanted to book my flight was Capri, and that was the perfect place for me to clear my head.

I got on the plane, and the next thing I knew, we were in Italy. Finally, some peace.

I stepped off the plane, and the warm Italian breeze kissed my skin, carrying with it the salty whispers of the Mediterranean. It was the feeling I had always wanted. The view was beautiful.

I booked a room in a hotel where I had some rest before I decided to take a walk and feel the serene environment. It was just as I expected. The scent of citrus blossoms and freshly baked bread drifted through the air, mingling with the distant hum of laughter from a nearby café.

Italy was just like a painting that came to life—it was a reminder of history and beauty intertwined.

I stopped for a moment and inhaled deeply— letting the serenity of the environment wash over me. Here, in the heart of Italy, time seemed to slow down, inviting me to savor each moment, to let go of the chaos in my head and to find solace in the simple, breathtaking elegance that surrounded me.

It reminded me how rich life can be even without all the luxuries in the world. People were rich in spirit. It felt like a different world—it felt surreal.

I was getting too tired so I decided to stop by a bar and have a drink. The bar was filled with people listening to loud music and having fun. It was as if they had put a hold on life and decided to savor the moment.

“Can I get a shot of tequila?” I asked the barman. He nodded and poured me a shot. I was about to gulp my shot when my eyes caught the most sexy figure I'd ever seen. At that moment, I knew he was going to be the end of me tonight.

He stood at a corner with his drink in his hand. He looked lost in thoughts, but it didn't matter. He was about six-foot-five tall with broad shoulders and a muscular build that gave him a perfect athletic body. He was handsome, with a chiseled face and a square jawline.

His shirt was slightly open, and I could see the tattoo on his chest. I felt drawn to him at that moment, he was perfect. His athletic body and chiseled face were nothing I had ever seen. I don't know if it was the tequila, but the moment my eyes caught him, I knew I wanted to f**k him.

I just had five shots of tequila, and my confidence level was high at the moment. The more I tried to distract myself from him, the more I felt drawn to him. I couldn't hold myself anymore so I had to start to walk up to him.

He had been at the corner alone, drinking and smoking when there were lots of women to mess around with. He looked mysterious, but I was ready to unravel him.

Our eyes met again, and this time, he smirked at me. It was a hint that boosted my confidence more to go talk to him.

“Here, keep the change.” I handed the barman his money and walked straight to him.

Each step I took made me feel more drawn to him. His gaze was fixed on me like he was staring into my soul. He had golden eyes like that of a god, and it was as if he saw right through me. He had short curly brown hair that made him more attractive.

As I was getting close to him, the only thing that came to my mind at that moment was to kiss him, but first, I needed to see if he wanted me, too.

I ran my hand through my hair as I got close to him. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, and at that moment the world around us gently faded away. It was just us and the tension in the air.

“Hey,” he whispered in my ear. His voice was deep and commanding. It was as if he had read my mind. He placed his hands around my waist like he owned me and pulled me closer to him. I could feel my body getting heated up at this point.

“Hey,” I replied, my voice low and soft.

“What do you want?” he asked, tilting his head as he drew me closer, as if he wanted to kiss me. With his hands on my waist, he pulled me even closer to him. His breath was on his skin, and it felt so warm. His scent filled my head and all I wanted was for him to kiss me and handle me like a man.

“Maybe a rough but gentle smooch, don't you think?” I said, looking deeply into his eyes. I was not going to let him go away without giving me what I wanted.

His lips pressed against mine and our tongues fought for dominance in a way that sent shivers down my spine. His hands did magic on my body. He caressed every bit of my thighs, reaching for my underwear before he stopped abruptly.

“I don't like too many people,” he whispered.

“Me neither,” I replied, with my breath fast and p***y soaking wet already. We just made out for five minutes, and it was the best five minutes of my entire life.

He held my hand so firm yet gentle, and we headed out of the bar. I met a stranger, and yet I didn't care if I was in danger or not. All I knew was that he was hot, and I was ready to be ruined by him.

For once in my life, I wanted to live recklessly with no man telling me what to do. I just wanted to be—free.

He took me to his car, and he opened the door for me. Such a gentleman.

“Get in,” he commanded, his voice deep and calm. There was something about the way he talked and looked at me that always drew me closer to him. I got in the car, put on my seatbelt, and watched him start up the engine with his hands on the steering.

The veins tracing along his hands and arms stood out like an intricate map beneath his skin—each line bold and defined, weaving together in a perfect network that radiated raw masculinity. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I could tell how strong he’d be already.

He barely said words; his hands were on the steering, and his focus was on the road. It was as if the driving was therapeutic for him and nothing else mattered.

We got to a beautiful cabin where he pulled over. It was just as I thought, it looked isolated, but it was everything luxury and class would be. We got out of the car, and he held my hand again just like he did earlier. It gave a warm feeling inside—as if he was protecting someone he cherished.

He opened his door, and we walked straight to the room. I didn't have time to look at what the interior looked like, my focus was on what the hot stranger would do to me.

“Wait here,” he said. He went to light the candles and put on some music to set the mood.

He turned towards me, pulling off his shirt and trousers; he said, “You said rough but gentle, right?” His tone was low and slutty.

I had no words in my mouth, I was just in awe of his physique. His tattoos, his broad shoulders and his chiseled abs. The way his d**k looked slight

Ly curved in the pants he was wearing.

Fuck!

I was prepared to be ruined by him.