Callie POV“Do you want to take that?” Donna asks and I shake my head as I look at the unknown number that was calling me. We have been sitting in this uncomfortable room for about one hour, waiting for a detective to come talk to me. Donna said I am not allowed to say one word, and I agree. They have nothing on me, and they are just trying to intimidate me. This is a huge case and they need to show the press they are doing something. A soft knock on the door makes me look over my shoulder, and Cornelius walks in. He looks flustered and bothered. I frown as he leans closer to Donna, speaking in her ear. I can’t hear what they are saying, and I know he is not doing it to be rude or to stop me from listening, but to stop the police from listening. They have cameras in every corner of this room. I can see the red lights flashing as they record us. The door opens, and two people walk in. They smile politely as they walk to the opposite side of the metal table separating us. Cornelis sta
Callie POV“Oh my God, what did they want to know?” Rachel asks as soon as we sit on the back of Karma. I close my eyes for a few seconds before I focus on her again. “Where I was basically,” I say, trying to shrug it off. I know Rachel is as happy as I am for that freak to be dead. The man was a menace; he kept trying to interact with students even though everyone tried to stay away from him. “I bet Donna kicked their asses,” Rachel says, and I nod as I lean forward, resting my elbows on the table as I whisper. “I think she knew one of the detectives; it was really weird,” I say, and Rachel’s eyes widen as she beams with the gossip I am telling her. “Really? Ohh, do you think it’s her ex or something like that?” Rachel asks and I nod my head. I haven’t seen any news about Donna dating anyone. She is very popular because of all her accomplishments, so the press tends to keep tabs on her. “I don’t know, maybe? The way she was talking to him was… very different from the way she wa
Jagger POV“Jagger, go through the back door,” Wyatt says through the earpiece. I immediately run around the farmhouse. When I reach the back door, it’s wide open, and I look around, trying to find the doctor. He has to go on foot; there are no marks of cars in the back. “Door is open,” I say, and before I receive the order, I run in the direction of the woods in the back of the house, passing the barn but stopping to check the doors. Locked. He won’t be inside. He wouldn’t have had the time to open and lock himself inside. Besides the locker is on the outside of the barn. I keep running, and when I reach the clearing, I stop looking around, picking up some footprints. Slowly I bend and look at the direction the footprints will lead me to. “In the forest,” I bark at everyone listening to the call connected to the earpieces we are all wearing. I follow the footsteps as quietly as I can, but I can hear the man running behind and talking between themselves. Pressing the button on the
Jagger POVEntering the barn I scrunch my nose as I look around. I don’t know what they’ve been doing here, but it smells like someone died here. I beg your pardon. It smells like there’s a body in decomposition here. I look around and find the source of the odor. There’s a freezer on the corner of the barn; walking to it, I open the lid, and the smell hits me like a fucking hurricane turning my stomach and making me heave. I slam the door shut as I wipe my eyes that start watering immediately with the smell. “What the fuck have you been doing here?” I ask as I look around, finding several torture instruments and machines. This is worthy of a good room, not a barn where water leaks and animals come in to eat.I find several torture instruments on one of the tables, and when I open the fridge next to it, I see several bags of blood. I grab one and shove it in front of the doctor’s face. “I can see your practice is not just in New York,” I say as I tear the bag open and spill the bloo
Callie POVIt’s been more than two hours since Jagger messaged me, saying he was coming to see me. I allow the disappointment to take over as I sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at my naked legs. I decided to wear a flowery dress that hugs my curves but in a flattering way. Realizing he is not coming, I stand up, take a deep breath, and let my hair down from the fancy ponytail I had done as I look at my reflection in the mirror. I have a soft layer of makeup. I walk to the small table where I have my makeup and grab everything I need to remove it from my face. Once I am make-up-free, I remove my dress, shove my old PJs away, and walk to bed. I decide that turning my phone off is the best option. I put it on the side table and curl up in bed, grabbing my Kindle and my reading glasses. It’s amazing how I didn’t question if he was really coming or if he really wanted to see me; I just believed a random message. Closing my eyes, I allow the tears to roll down my cheeks as I cry
Callie POVWaking up next to Jagger feels weird but good at the same time. He is an amazing man, and the press has him completely wrong. They describe him as heartless and cold, but he is anything but it, at least with me. He shows me every second he spends with me, he is caring, and all he wants to do is make me feel good, not just about myself but also about our weird situationship. I can’t really say we are in a relationship because we haven’t had that type of conversation yet, but obviously, I wish we would have.I know I am falling fast and hard for him, and I want the world to know that the most beautiful man is taken, not by a supermodel or a superstar, but by me, a normal girl with a normal life without luxury. I am a girl who comes from a family of immigrants who work hard every day to provide for me and to improve their lives.“What is going through that pretty head of yours?” Jagger asks as he looks at me. The way his eyes scan my face makes me realize we don’t really know
Jagger POVWalking down the corridors of the safe house, I feel the hair on my arms and legs rise. I don’t like this feeling of unease. I like to know everything that is going on at all times. I open the door that leads to the basement, and as I start going down the stairs, I hear Dash’s voice booming from inside. “You fucking cunt,” he shouts, and I rush down the stairs to find my brother holding his nose between his hands as he leans down. I frown watching as the man in front of him spits at my brother. No one bothers to move, and I shake my head, passing through the men watching my brother struggle. “What the fuck is going on here?” I ask as I reach for Dash and help him up as he spits blood on the floor. The bruise on his right eye is already forming, and as I am about to get my brother out of the cell, the man tries to punch me, but I kick him in the stomach, making him fall on his knees, grabbing his stomach area. “Take him to see the doctor; where is Ghost?” I ask, closing t
Jagger POV“Good Morning,” I say as I walk past Amelia and Janet. They are both giggling, and as soon as they see me, they stop. I stop in front of them, and Janet clears her throat, staring at me as Amelia clears tears that rolled down her cheek for laughing. “Are you Having a good time?” I ask, and Janet nods and bursts into a fit of laughter. I shake my head as I walk past her. Once inside my office, I open my laptop to read the first news of the day, and to my surprise, I see Carmen Rover is under investigation at the police station. I lean forward, removing my jacket and placing it on the end of my desk as I read the news. At the same time, Amelia enters my office, places my coffee on the desk, grabs my jacket, and takes it to hang in the coat hanger. “Can I get you anything else?” Amelia asks, and I shake my head, not really paying much attention to her. I keep my eyes focused on the screen in front of me. I scroll through different news outlets, reading every article. My pla