The clear, blue sky kind of improved my mood a little this morning as I gaze out of the window in the room I was kept in. The past five days since my capture have been the same routine. I have not had breakfast yet but I know at any moment now, two guards will come for me. Like clockwork, the key turns in the lock and the door opens.
"Breakfast. With CC. Now." One of the guards growls behind me.
I turn from the window and follow the guard to the dining room just as another guard follows.
CC is Connor Castil, the family head of the Castil family. This is one of his houses, a three-story estate built on a large span of land with a tall fountain right in front. The walls are made of ancient cobblestones showing it is one of those homes passed down through generations as a family legacy.
The Castil family, formerly Castillo, is well known in Italy. They are basically royalty with strong ties to the underworld which heightens my fear—how do I get out of this mess? The Castil family is not the sort to be trifled with. Hopefully Ethan is doing all he can to rescue me.
Connor Castil, aka CC, sits at the head of the dining table, a cup of coffee in one hand, a newspaper in the other. As I step into the room, he looks up at me with his magnetic, deep-set, mahogany-coloured eyes.
Those eyes were the first thing that drew my attention as I was brought into the mansion and the black hood pulled off my head. I could not stop staring at him. With his alpha-male demeanor, I knew he was the boss, the one who had ordered my kidnapping.
Connor Castil is stunning with a perfectly squared jaw and a dimple on the left cheek. His jet-black hair is cut in an almost military style, making his features stand out. His face is always calm and blank so it's hard to guess what he's thinking. I am not surprised he's good at poker games as he owns the biggest casino in the city.
Connor folds the newspaper as his lips suddenly curl up in a slight smile that accentuates his dimple. I can't seem to stop staring at him but I am determined not to let myself be affected by his looks. I love Ethan...I have been repeating the same statement to myself since laying eyes on CC… I love Ethan.
"I hope you had a good night. Sit. After your meal, we will continue our chess game." His deep voice fills the quiet room.
My breath hitches a bit… another round of chess with this man. I want to win this game because I am playing for my life and freedom but he's a pro.
Will I win?