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
Callie POV“Happy birthday,” I let out as soon as I enter the limousine Rachel hired for her birthday. Her smile is wide and contagious. Rachel is wearing a pink dress that hugs her curves and leaves nothing to the imagination, while Carson is wearing a black suit and red shirt. “Looking stunning, you two,” I say as the door slams closed behind me. “Oh my God, look at you,” Carson says, winking, and Rachel nods as she passes me a glass of champagne. “To Rachel,” we cheer as the driver takes us to where we will meet Rachel’s other friends and the people she invited tonight. I know there are around ten people in total, and I don’t think I know any of them except Carson.This has always been her home, and growing up and going to school here does have some perks, like having your friends around you in the same social and economic circle. “Please don’t sleep with any of my friends,” Rachel says as she looks at Carson, who, for once, looks shocked. He looks as if he was taken by surprise
Callie POVHolding my drink, I look around as Rachel talks to a group of girls, and Carson dances with a blonde girl. I watch my best friends having fun, and I can’t help but smile, thinking how lucky I am to have them in my life. Not having them would’ve been catastrophic. I don’t know how I would’ve survived the last year without them. The support they both have given me is something I will never be able to repay. “Come on, let’s dance,” Rachel says as she walks to me. Rachel offered me her hand, and I took it right after placing my drink on the table beside me. Rachel guides me to the middle of the room, where Carson watches us with his arms open. He places one arm on our shoulders as we all jump, singing the Taylor Swift song loudly. “I am having the best time,” Rachel says, pulling me into a tight hug while we keep dancing. The beat changes, and we all start dancing on our own, and soon after, everyone joins us in the middle of the room. Sweat is rolling down my neck and back,
Callie POVI can feel Jagger’s eyes like daggers on my back, but I ignore him while my friends pull me to dance in different circles. Suddenly, the music stops, and a slow song starts playing. I feel a slight tap on my shoulder, and I see Rachel smiling as Carson pulls her away to dance. I turn around to find Jagger behind me. His eyes scan my face as he offers me a small smile.“Would you like to dance?” He asked, offering me his hand, and I nodded, taking it. Immediately, he pulls me into his arms, and I can’t help but gasp at how tightly he is holding me against him.We stay silent for a little while, but when he pulls away slightly, I look up, and his eyes are darker than normal; they look almost dangerous. And that's when I realize he is not looking at me, but over my shoulder. I look over to find Cornelius in a fiery conversation with R
Jagger POV“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dash asks as we both put our masks on. I nod as I try to focus on the task at hand. This is going to be the most dangerous thing we have ever done. “I think this can go wrong on so many levels,” Dash adds, and I look at my brother as he stares at me. The only thing I can see from his features are his eyes. The eyes that mirror my own. I let out a deep breath, gathering the guns I chose to take with me while Dash did the same thing. Wyatt has been extremely quiet, lost in his own mind. I know he is struggling not knowing where his family are, for their own protection. “Let’s go,” Wyatt says as he walks past me and Dash, carrying his duffel bag with the guns he is taking extra. The rest of the men are in the armory, grabbing their own things. This room is only for the three of us. “If things get too much, I want you out,” I say as I look at my brother, and he shakes his head, pressing his forehead to mine as his hand rests on the back of
Jagger POVI look over my shoulder to see Calliope staring at me. Her arms are wrapped around her body as if trying to self-soothe, and something inside of me breaks. I look into those beautiful eyes before I exhale and leave her inside our house. Once the door is closed behind me, I get into the mindset I am going to need to get this shit done. I hate lying to Calliope, but I also know I can’t tell her the truth, not yet. If she knew I wasn’t going away, that I would be in New York, she would have way too many questions I wouldn’t be able to answer. As soon as I close the door on my car I press the button to call Dash. “I’m on my way, is everything ready?” I ask Dash and I can tell by the background noise it isn’t. “What the fuck is going on?” I ask as I wait impatiently for the garage door to open. “One of my clubs exploded last night,” Dash says, and my brain can’t even begin to process the words that just came out of my brother’s mouth. “What the fuck?” I let out as I drive as
Callie POVLiving with Jagger has been the most amazing and weird thing I have ever done in my life. He is attentive and caring, but he also gives me my space and allows me to spend time alone so I can focus on my studies. I have never met anyone like him before. But there’s one thing I can’t get my head around. Several times, I wake up during the night, and he is gone. He is nowhere to be found, and I keep thinking he would tell me where he is going if he wanted me to know, right?“Are you okay?” He asks me, lowering his newspaper as he grabs a cup of coffee, bringing it to his lips. There’s something extremely sensual about a man holding a newspaper with only one hand while their eyes are on us. I feel a shiver run down my spine as these thoughts take over my brain. I nod slightly, trying to push away all the questions in my head. Jagger closes the newspaper and places it next to his plate. Immediately after he stands and walks to me with a confidence I envy. I keep my eyes on him,
Jagger POV“This is amazing,” Calliope says, throwing her arms around my neck, pulling me and kissing me. Her lips devour mine as her tongue dances with mine. Without a second thought, I spin us around, sitting Calliope on the edge of her new desk as she spreads her legs, wrapping them around my body. I press my erection against her heated pussy, and Calliope moans against my lips as my tongue moves slowly down her neck, tasting her every inch. Calliope has no idea the power she has over me; how she could click her fingers, I would go running like a fucking lost puppy. I am addicted to her, and I am not ashamed to admit it. “Show me how much you like it, baby,” I whisper in her ear, and her entire body shivers as her eyes snap open as I take a step back, allowing her to adjust herself on the desk and fall on her knees in front of me. I Can’t help but smile at the sight in front of me. Calliope on her knees is the most beautiful thing ever. How her eyes shine as her hands move to und
Jagger POV“Let’s go,” I say, and I hear people complaining as Donna looks at me with widened eyes. I am not going to sit here and listen to these pricks trying to destroy our reputations. Yes, they might be right. Yes, I was already chasing her before all of this ended, but I can’t help but try to protect her from all of this. Calliope looks at me and nods, standing with me and holding my hand as we walk out of the room where all the press is protesting. I know they were waiting for a final statement from me, but they can fuck right off. “Are you okay?” I ask Calliope as soon as we are alone in the corridor. Her hands are freezing cold and shaking slightly.Her eyes meet mine, and she shakes her head softly with tears pooling her eyes as she stares back into mine. “That was horrible,” she says with a single tear rolling down her cheek. I pull Calliope into my arms, hugging her tightly as she breaks down, crying against my chest. “That was completely unnecessary,” I hear Donna say a
Callie POV“We would like to thank you all for being here, and we would like you all to please respect Mr. Bolton and Miss Flores’s privacy as much as possible. We know you all have questions, and they will do their best to answer them,” Donna says as she smiles, staring directly at the three rows of reporters all staring back at her. I admire how comfortable she is looking in front of everyone.I rub my hands on my legs under the table, and I see Jagger looking at me through the corner of my eyes. He moves one of his hands, placing it on top of mine, stopping me. When I look at him, he gives me a small smile and nods, trying to encourage me. “Please understand Miss Flores won’t be speaking of the legal case surrounding herself at the moment as it’s all in court still, and if Miss Flores is not speaking, the same goes for Mr. Bolton; please be respectful and mindful,” Donna says before she sits next to me.We have a huge table dividing us from the press and Donna points at the first
Callie POV“Are you ready for this?” Donna asks, and I shake my head as I bite my lower lip. Jagger is looking at me as he has his microphone fitted on the lapel of his jacket. “It’s going to be okay; stick to the answers we rehearsed,” Donna says, and I nod. I watch as the woman fitting the microphone bats her eyelashes at Jagger, and he is entirely unaware of her. His eyes are on me, and once she is done, he shoves his hands into his pockets, walking to me. Donna steps to the side as he stands before me, offering me a slight smile. “You two need to remain as a united front. We have checked all the questions being made, but reporters always go rogue,” Donna says, and Jagger nods.“Not my first press conference,” Jagger lets out, and Donna inhales a breath at his tone with her. She can barely look him in the eye and is blushing at any eye contact between them. I frown, watching her behave like a schoolgirl next to Jagger. Donna never behaved like this. She was always very cold toward
Jagger POV“Jagger, you have Donna Johnson on the line,” Janet says through the intercom between my office and her desk. I let out a breath closing my laptop and answering the phone. “Donna, what can I do for you?” I ask. I am not the type of person to go around having chit-chat. I have always been cordial with Donna, but we don’t really have a lot in common. She is more of a social worker case. She likes pro bonuses and cases that won’t get her anywhere. She was never money-thirsty. “Jagger, thank you for answering; I know you are a busy man,” she says. I sit back in my chair, closing my eyes for a few seconds, waiting for her to continue, but she stays silent. “As you said, Donna, I am a busy man,” I let out through greeted teeth. I have nothing against her, but the fact that she is wasting my time is starting to annoy me. “I would like to sit with you; I need a lawyer,” she says, and I frown, sitting back up on my chair. Now, she’s piqued my interest. “I wouldn’t be contacting
Callie POV“I asked you a question, Calliope,” Jagger says. His eyes focused on mine, and I blinked several times, trying to come up with an intelligent response, but nothing came out. I feel the shame creeping in and taking over my face as I feel it warming up. “Answer the fucking question, Calliope,” his tone makes me frown and take one step away from him.Jagger has never spoken to me that way before. His anger pointed at me. I wasn’t the one writing those terrible things, I am the one being attacked, and he is the one with a stick up his ass? I grip his wrists, moving his hands from my face, and Jagger lets out a breath as I take a step away from him. Jagger moves to get closer to me, but I take another step away from him. “Why are you talking to me like that?” I question Jagger as I cross my arms in front of my chest, raising my eyebrows and staring directly into his eyes. I am tired of people playing with my feelings and thinking they can control my life. Jagger shakes his hea