CallahanMy steps are heavy as I make my way below ground. The flashlight illuminates the path ahead of me, but I don't need it. I know the underground of this house. It's not only the cells that are down here.I bring the bottle of whiskey to my mouth and swallow two mouthfuls as thoughts swim in the chaotic sea of my mind.The voices from that dream. Were they Lenore and Uncle David? I recognize the scent of the aftershave. It's my uncle's. Something he has custom was the other voice Lenore's? What had she said? Why can't I fucking remember what she said?I drink more, the liquid sloshing in the bottle.It's cold down here. And damp. If I close my eyes and stand very still, I swear I can feel the sea pressing against the rock. No. That's not true. Not yet. That only happens in the tunnel.I walk to the farthest cell. The one where Portia's brothers were killed. I shine the light through the bars to see the dark stains in the stone floor. Evidence of their deaths.If my family had go
Callahan“Callahan — ”I hear the gasp, but it takes me a long time to come back to the present. For my brain to make sense of who it is. And all that time I have her back to the wall, my forearm at her throat cutting off her air.She makes a gurgling sound, and her hands fall away from my arm. She was clawing at me.I look at her. At what I'm doing. I blink. Draw back a little.Portia.Not a threat.Just a Little Kitten who needs my protection.Something crunches underfoot as I move back, shift my hands to her arms to keep her from dropping. I look down, smell whiskey, see the shattered glass, the liquid already absorbed by the stone.Portia is coughing, almost doubled over. I return my gaze to her. I was choking her. I didn't even think. Just attacked. It's dangerous for her to be around me."What are you doing down here?" I ask, my voice hoarse, my mind split between past and present.My father. Michael.I want to see them again. I'd give anything to see them again. Even if it's ju
Portia"What did you mean when you said you just remembered the tunnel?" I ask Callahan, thinking how strange the statement had sounded. We're sitting in a hot bath after the episode downstairs. He's behind me and doesn't answer right away so I turn my head to look at him.He meets my eyes. "I don't remember things.""What do you mean?"He looks thoughtful, far away, his forehead furrowed. "I don't remember things. People," he pauses. "I don't remember them, Portia.""What?"He shakes his head.“I don't understand what you're saying,” I say.“When I woke up, I had no memory of anything before the massacre. Nothing. Like the first seventeen years of my life didn't happen."I feel my forehead wrinkle as I try to follow."I can't remember my own mother."I'm trying to process, trying to make sense of this thing that makes no sense."None of them."Something he said comes back to me then. When he gave me his mother's dress, he made the comment he'd given it to me to see if he'd remember.
CallahanI find Lenore in the kitchen the next morning."Good morning," she says, looking me over as she wipes her hands on the apron. “Didn't you sleep well?"I must look like I feel. After Portia fell asleep, I lay awake beside her listening to her breathe, feeling her small, warm body beside mine. Watching her. In a way, it surprises me how easily she falls asleep with me. There's a level of trust she may not admit to because sleep is the ultimate vulnerability.And you were asleep for six years under Uncle David's care.I shove that voice away. It's one that's come before. It's the one that thought adding my uncle's name to my reaper's list was a good idea. I need to talk to him because part of me can't reconcile the uncle I know with the man Diamente would have me believe he is.What if it's true? What then?"I'm fine," I say to Lenore.What would it change if it were true? I have to stay the course. Find Fernando Mancini. Find out what he said to my mother. Then kill him. It doe
Callahan"Where is he?"Dante and I are on the chopper along with two soldiers.“I know one of the officers. He took him home. No arrest was made.""Where the fuck were the soldiers.he's supposed to have with him at all times?"Dante ducks his head to look out onto the water as we near our landing spot.“He doesn't take them with him. Hasn't in a while.”"What?""As soon as he gets to the mainland, he drops them.""What do you mean he drops them?”Dante takes a deep breath in as the chopper lands then turns to me. "He's doing something, and I can't figure out what it is. I have the men tail him but there have been a few times we've lost him.""And you haven't thought to mention this to me?""You've got a pretty full plate, Callahan.""My brother takes priority." We climb out of the chopper and walk across the lot to the waiting SUV."What's he doing?"“He's looking for someone. I don't know who but it's a girl."I look at Dante. “A girl?"He shrugs a shoulder. “He puts on a good face
Callahan"You want to know what I was doing?" he asks, abruptly getting to his feet.I remain seated and nod.“I was looking for the girl. The one who called me that night. Who told me to come out. I'd met her a few days before at a club and I didn't expect her to call but she did. And like a selfish ass I went out and..." he trails off, turning his back to me. “You know how I spent the night my family was being massacred?"I get to my feet. "Don't do this.""No." He turns to me and I see something I recognize in his eyes. Hate. Self-hate. “I should do it. I should own up to it.""It wasn't your fault you weren't there. And if you had been, what the fuck for? To die? To fucking die?""I was getting my dick sucked for the first time. That's what I was doing while you were being attacked. While you were being slaughtered like fucking animals." I hear grief morph into rage at the last part. Grief turned into pain and rage.I take a breath in, try to keep steady because he needs me to kee
PortiaCallahan closes the door and sits on the couch. He returned to the island an hour ago with his brother who looked a little worse for wear.I take a seat beside him."What's going on?" I ask.He scrubs his face then takes Cerberus's eager one into his hands. He looks at the dog who makes a whining noise as if he feels his master's agitation.I hear one of Callahan's signature grunts as he turns his attention to me and pets Cerberus absently.“You remember how to move the rock to get into the tunnel?”I nod. He just showed me last night."If anything happens to me, you go. Take your brother and go."“What?”"Keep Cerberus by your side as long as you can. He'll protect you."He gets up, goes to his desk and opens a drawer to take out a pouch. He holds it out to me.I take it and feel the jagged edges of whatever is inside, the weight. There's cash in there and information on the bank account where there's more. “It's in your new name. Everything you need to disappear is inside inc
CallahanMy head is swimming with thoughts of what Portia told me. Nathan is off the island with some of the men, so I haven't been able to question him. I haven't told Antonio or Lenore. I won't.Not until l can make sense of it myself.Is it possible Mara's alive? Did they kidnap her thinking she was Elizabeth? To what end?Blackmail? Who? They thought they'd killed us all.But there's one thing that makes sense and the thought makes me sick.I take a deep breath in. I need to stay focused on the task at hand. If Mara's alive, I will get her back. Bring her home."Sir," the soldier peeks his head into my uncle's study. I'm sitting behind my uncle's desk looking through the photo album I found on it. "He's pulling in now."“Thank you.”I turn the page on the album and look at more photos of my mom. My brothers and sister. None of my dad in this one, but he was gone a lot.More of my uncle in these than there are in the albums at home. I'm just closing the album when I hear him having
PortiaWe're lying in bed, Callahan's big arms around me. I'm curled into him, our heads resting on the same pillow.He's playing with a strand of my hair. I touch his unshaved face, liking the stubble."I would be dead if it wasn't for you," he says.I study him, thinking about what I need to tell him.“I didn't want to live afterward. I wanted to die. Even though I knew it would kill Antonio, I just couldn't. But then there you were, and you made me remember things. Made me feel things. Made me care again. Maybe you make me less selfish, Portia."“You've never been selfish, Callahan.”He shrugs a shoulder."I need to tell you something," I start. I take a breath in and lay on my back to stare up at the ceiling. He puts a hand on my belly. Slides it up to cup a breast.“I like this," he says. “I like a little more meat on you.""Well, I'm glad you think so." I sit up, put my pillow on my lap."What is it?" he asks, all serious when he sees my expression. He sits up too and takes the
PortiaHe also told me about Antonio, about him possibly being a product of rape. He's already sent DNA to a lab for a paternity test. We're waiting on the results."Petrov has disappeared. Diamente thinks he'd arranged the explosives to detonate after he left." I'd assumed the explosions were from Callahan's men, a distraction, but this makes much more sense."Why would he have done that?"Callahan shrugs a shoulder."Maybe he knew Felix and his fondness for cameras? Maybe he just hated the assholes present? Who knows? Who cares?""Who is he?""Russian businessman. That's all I've been able to get so far. But I'll find him.""We will find him," says a low, raspy voice from the bed.I gasp, turn my head. Callahan is beside the bed in an instant."Brother!"A doctor and two nurses rush in. They must have been alerted by the machines to Antonio's waking."Well, it's good to see you're awake, Mr. Scarfoni," the doctor says, smiling."I'd have opened my eyes earlier but these two were dec
PortiaI carry two cups of coffee into Antonio's room. Callahan is sitting across from his bed watching him. Maybe willing him to open his eyes. To wake up.Callahan is alive. Battered and bruised, his hearing comes and goes but he's alive. The blast had knocked him out. For a minute, I thought he was gone, really gone this time, but he's back.He looks over at me, stands. I take in the bandages I can see on his arms, his neck, the side of his head and I'm sure he does the same with mine.But it could be worse.I glance at Antonio.“You need to let the doctor look at you again,” I tell him."After." Smears of blood and dirt still stain his clothes and skin. I know most of it isn't his at least.He takes one of the cups of coffee and leads me to a chair. He sits down beside me, and we watch Antonio together.It's been twenty-seven hours since the house blew up.Twenty hours since Antonio came out of surgery.I don't know how many hours or days since David kidnapped me.I look at Callah
PortiaCallahan stands and helps me up."Don't look at him. He doesn't deserve your gaze."Antonio reads something on his phone, and I see the Glock he's holding at his side."Our men are on the grounds, not in the house yet though."I hear gunfire outside the house then, and a moment later, a small explosion.Callahan goes to the window, one arm wrapped around me, as he looks out over the front yard. I see the men out there, the gunfight. I notice the fire at the far end of the house.“We need to move," he tells Antonio, then turns his attention to me. "Is Felix on site?"“I don't know," I say.He nods. "If he is, I'll find him. But I need to get you out first." He holds my hand, and we walk around the bed to where the dead man is lying face down in his own blood. He bends to tug his knife out of the man's side.I notice the new injury on his side then. The bandage over the new set of stitches long gone. I touch it tentatively.“You're hurt."He takes my wrist, shifting his grip to m
PortiaThe chains that bind my wrists to my ankles are removed and my arms are stretched overhead, bound to a metal rung on the headboard. I'm flipped onto my stomach, the cuffs clanging as I'm tugged downward. The link that hobbled me is also removed. My legs are pulled apart, stretched to either corner of the bed and linked to the rungs there.The two men responsible for preparing me, stand back and look down at me. One tugs the pillow out from under my head and shoves it beneath my belly. He nods, meets my eyes and cups his erection."I'll take your ass when it's my turn," he says in Spanish. "Save me a piece."I spit at him.He slaps my ass."Hey," the other soldier interrupts and points to the corner where I see one of those flashing red lights again. The camera is hidden but the soldiers know about it. They must be Felix's men."After."The man glances at the blinking light, nods then returns his attention to me. "If there's anything left."They walk out but don't close the door
Portia"You won't be walking out of here tonight."Did she mean that literally?Because if this is Felix's plan for me, then I'll be fucked by every man out there in turn.I hear the woot of the onlookers once the curtain is fully raised. I can't see much of them and I think that's on purpose. The spotlight follows me even when I turn my head.A man calls out a ridiculous number and makes a lewd comment. Several laugh out loud as the auctioneer chuckles into his microphone, tapping his gavel twice to get everyone's attention.“You haven't even seen it all yet,” he notes in a sing-song voice.Two sets of hands take hold of my arms and force me to turn.When they do, I catch a glimpse of the blinking red light coming from the top corner of the room.Felix is recording this. Is it for me? Well, I should say is it for him?To show those who won't pledge loyalty to him what happens if you are his enemy? Or is it to hold onto after these men leave. Material to blackmail them when it suits h
Callahan"I don't think..." the man starts then stops. "Shit!"I follow his gaze to where another vehicle drives erratically toward us from inside the gates. It's a large SUV and I can only make out the shadows of the two in the front seat. The driver honks his horn angrily."Petrov," the one with the clipboard says."Mother fucker," the other one curses.The driver lays on his horn opening his window and flipping us or the guards or the whole lot of us off as he barrels toward us and even over the music, I can hear him laughing."Fucking asshole," clipboard guy says as he jumps backward.I hit the gas and pull through the gates, only managing to miss the SUV by a hair. In the rearview mirror I see it swerve as if to run over the soldiers."Who the fuck is fucking Petrov?" Antonio asks."He's the asshole that got us in," I say once we're far enough away from the gates that I can't see the soldiers stationed there anymore."Two guards at the front door," Antonio says.I park the car wh
Callahan"Any chance we can get eyes on the estate? Gauge what we're walking into," I ask Diamente as we drive toward the location in Eindhoven. I watch the dark sky, the raindrops only a nuisance on the windshield now. Clouds are rolling angrily in the distance, illuminated by still-silent flashes of light.Dante is coordinating more manpower and Antonio is sitting beside me staring out the window, hands fisted."We can't get closer than the public road leading up to the house. They've got their own drones," Diamente says."Of course, they do."I have him on speaker phone but I'm not sure Antonio's listening."From what I've learned about past auctions, they issue, at most, two dozen invitations. In most cases, the buyer himself doesn't attend. They send someone in their place. None of these men want to be in the same room together if they can help it. None of them want to be seen.""Makes sense. How do they know what they're bidding on?""A brochure would have circulated prior to th
Portia“Which one started the crying fest here?" she asks, eyes on the girls.The guard who is responsible for the guilty one, pushes his charge forward.The woman steps toward her, cocks her head to look at her then touches her face, wiping away a tear. "Look what you've done to your face. Your makeup will have to be fixed, The others too."The girl swallows standing suddenly, very straight. I realize why when I see how the woman with the clipboard is holding her chin, nails digging into skin."But there's always one example to be made," the woman says and gestures to the other woman to step forward. “I'm going to give you a choice. Each of you sobbing will have the same choice to make if you're still crying like babies when I'm finished with this one."The one from the kitchen steps forward and raises her hand to show what she's holding. It's a large wooden paddle that I imagine can do real damage.“We'll need to make sure our customers understand there's a reason you're crying. Six