“How’d the meeting go?” The rain hasn’t let up since Vin left home, and the constant pitter-patter was starting to irritate him. He fixed Soren with a bored stare. “Do you even have to ask?” the crime lord replied. “Any news for me?” Soren smirked as he opened the car door for Vin, droplets of rain wetting his shoulder as he protected his master from the rain. “I have a package waiting for you at the warehouse,” said Soren as he settled into the driver’s seat. “Finally.” When the duo arrived at the said warehouse, Z was already there, picking at his nails waiting for them. “Took you guys long enough,” Z muttered as he slid the door open to let the two in. “It was freezing.” Vin ignored the complaint, while Soren snickered at Z’s expense. The warehouse as they call it was an old storage facility for their weapons. Towers of empty wooden crates lined each of the four walls. Vin didn’t want to dump them for they made excellent soundproofing, perfect for activities like this. “Loo
Callie saw Vin’s men off with a small smile while Ella started to set herself up in the guest bedroom. The doctor insisted saying she wanted to be there in case Vin needed her.“Well, uhm… I’ll see you in the morning, then.” Callie left Ella to get settled in. As Callie climbed up the stairs to retreat to her own bed, she spared a glance at Vin’s room.Her feet started moving on their own, entering Vin’s room quietly and gazing at his sleeping form. The beginnings of a song bloomed from her chest and before she knew it, Callie was humming a soft melody.Maybe it was her shock, but seeing Vin now, she finally figured out why she was so terrified. The chaos of seeing a bleeding Vin and his men scrambling to help him reminded her of her parents’ painful death. Tomorrow marked the sixteenth year of their passing, which didn’t help her mood at all.Callie sang in a hushed voice, careful not to wake the crime lord, but her feelings were all there. Her song soothed her pain and she hoped tha
Callie watched with mixed horror and fascination as her bullies’ faces blanched at the sight of Vincent Baros before them. Her breath caught in her throat at the notion of him exposing himself, but it didn’t matter who they thought he was. Vin walked and talked with certainty, and there was something in this aura that made him so terrifying. Whatever it was he told them, it must have been awful. Vin walked back to the car with the same swagger, smirking as if he were proud of what he’d done. “What did you do? What did you say to them?” Callie asked when Vin returned, craning her neck over the dashboard to see her classmates run back into the building. “I don’t want to talk about it either,” Vin repeated Callie’s words back to her with a small amused smile before putting the car into gear. The car eased out of the campus and into the near-empty highway. It was still a few hours before nightfall, but as they entered the Ashen City, some people have already set up candles and lanterns
Vin was frantic, his phone ringing nonstop as he wove through the traffic, blaring his horn at anyone who dared slow him down. The McLaren GT sped forward, side by side with ambulances and firetrucks. And with each car they passed, Vin’s anger escalated tenfold.“You’re wrong, Callie.” Vin, but the words out past gritted teeth. “There is no light, no hope, only suffering.”And as if to emphasize his point, Vin abruptly turned and stopped the car in front of a burning building, one of Vin’s properties, Callie assumed. But the fire was the least of Callie’s concerns.Before she knew it, Callie had unbuckled her seatbelt and rushed out of the car. In front of her, people were running and screaming for help. And it wasn’t just at this place. Everywhere in the city, this must be the scenario, with overwhelming terror all around.“Vin!”The crime lord pushed past Callie to catch the woman approaching them in his arms. She was gorgeous, with long blonde hair and a body that could stop a truc
Vin kissed the top of her head. Kissed. What did that mean? Callie didn’t know but it left her heart racing a thousand miles an hour. She couldn’t dwell on this. He wasn’t a friend, he was her owner. And it mattered not how morbid it was, Callie found that the explosions helped distract her from obsessive thoughts. She had a job, and she fully intended to do it well. Callie didn’t stop to rest until all the women and children who had begged for Vin’s help had been loaded onto the trucks. And even as her own truck—the very last one of the rescuer’s trucks— headed for the temporary shelter in the Tomb’s underground den, Callie scanned the road, block to block for any signs of survivors. “How old are you?” Callie asked Chris, her bodyguard at the moment. He sat beside her near the mouth of the truck, his rifle carefully strapped to his body. The young soldier cleared his throat. With his blonde curly hair and the nervous curve of his mouth, he looked no older than eighteen. He must
When Callie woke up, it was to the sound of weeping. Despite the pounding in her head, Callie forced herself to open her eyes. She was lying on her side, her head resting against someone’s lap. The hand in her hair stopped mid-stroke when they noticed she was awake. “Miss, thank God.” It was a woman’s voice, lowered yet relieved that she was awake. “What happened?” asked Callie. When she tried to sit up, the room spun. Shit. She might be concussed. A hand gripped her tight, allowing her to settle in a sitting position. It was then that she felt the bite of rope against her wrists, which were tied together in front of her. In her mouth was the rusty taste of iron, and her cheek throbbed with a dull pain. Even though she was with a few women, no one answered her. Their eyes shone with fear, and their hands trembled against Callie’s skin. “What’s going on?” Callie repeated, this time with more force. She looked around, squinting in the dim light, trying to make out of the situation
Vin’s fingers closed around his gun before he could think about it. His blood boiled as he watched Callie scramble from the ground to run away. Ella was about to get a scolding about leaving the knife with Callie, but he’ll save that for later. Right now, he needed to get to his songbird. “Move out,” he ordered quietly, and like a well-oiled machine, his men got to work. Taking advantage of the chaos, Vin blended into the crowd, keeping the gun close to his chest. From the corner of his eye, he saw Callie’s guard, Chris, closing in as well. The screams and gunshots faded into the background as the mafia boss hurried to reach Callie. His vision darkened when Callie fell and the man in pursuit pushed her roughly on her back. Rage consumed him at the sight of Callie, on the ground, disoriented and confused. Her cheek was already bruised, and a shot of fear tore through his insides when the barrel of the rifle dug into her face. The man’s words barely registered to Vin, but he knew th
Vin didn’t sleep that night. There was too much on his plate. Apart from the refugees in his den, he had to make sure they were prepared for any other attacks, and that was on top of tracking trucks full of women that he was sure would be trafficked if he didn’t retrieve them immediately. It was a race against time.When things pretty much settled, the crime lord looked upon the den and his chest stirred with a mix of emotions for his people. It was up to him to set things right, as quickly as he could.“Hey.”Vin looked up and spotted Soren walking up to him with a paper cup steaming with a dark liquid that he madly craved.“Thanks, man,” Vin muttered as he reached for the coffee cup.But to his surprise, Soren pulled the cup away. “This isn’t for you, it’s for me because I will be handling matters starting right now.”Vin scoffed. “You what?”“You heard me right. You will haul your ass upstairs and get some sleep in.”“I’m fine,” Vin replied. “I’m not tired. Give me the cup.”But Sor
Fresh out of the bath, Callie softly called out that she was done.The woman who had prepared the bath for her entered with a white fluffy towel draped on one arm, and a salve resting in her other hand.“Thank you…” Callie started when the woman handed her the towel.“Nabi,” the woman answered, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.“Thank you, Nabi. I’m Callie.”Nabi offered a small smile as Callie slipped into a fresh white robe, then she led the singer to sit in front of the vanity.“I’ve heard your name before,” said Nabi as she pulled one drawer open to grab a brush. Slowly, she took a section of Callie’s hair and started to brush it.Callie didn’t ask her to elaborate. Somehow, people knew her name by her association with Vin, and every time, nothing good came out of it.They stayed silent even as Nabi pulled the hair dryer out of another drawer and started to dry Callie’s hair. The blonde brushed and pulled sections of Callie’s hair and pinned them away from her face in
Callie’s ears rang with Cullen’s howling of frustration but her mind remained on the memory of Vin. His words, no matter how hurtful, his touch no matter how brief.She couldn’t look him in the eyes, feeling disgusted to put on display like that to a man who threw her out once. But she caught glimpses of him. His tired eyes, the downward curve of his mouth, the way his shoulders sagged a bit, these were details only Callie noticed. To anyone else, Vin was a picture of a bored man, but Callie saw through the façade. She saw the darkness that ringed his eyes, his pale skin, and sunken cheeks. Her stomach twisted with worry that he hadn’t been eating well.Maybe he’d changed his mind. Perhaps he’d come to save me, Callie thought earlier. But Vin’s words cut too deeply to be fake. She was a passing plaything. And she will never be more, because Vin had cast her aside for the second time.Callie’s empty stomach tightened as she swallowed the bile that threatened up her throat. Disgust cra
Vin drummed his fingers onto the tabletop of Cullen Reich’s private game room. The wait was pissing him off. He had a clear idea why Cullen ever so politely invited him into his territory and into his private establishment.“He’s going to gloat,” said Soren during their earlier meeting. “Callie will be there, that’s given. But we have no news whatsoever after her location was confirmed. We don’t know if…”“We don’t know if she’s alright,” Vin finished for him. “She’s alive. That much, I’m certain. He wouldn’t call me out like this otherwise.”The date of their meeting came. Two full days after Callie left, no, since Callie was taken.Vin reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a small flask. The whiskey burned down his throat, but it did nothing to ease his nerves.On the outside, he was a picture of calm, but the storm in his eyes betrayed his exterior.Callie was somewhere in Reich’s territory. The plan was already in place, he only needed to set a few more pieces on the board
Callie woke up shivering and sputtering the water that was thrown in her face. Disoriented and cold, she was pulled from the floor and forced to sit in a wooden chair.“Tie her legs and arms,” said a voice she vaguely recognized. “I don’t want her filth touching me.”Callie’s head pounded along with the throbbing ache in her jaw. She ran her tongue across her lips, surprised when she tasted copper upon them. The slap from earlier must have left a cut. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt her wrists being bound together by zip ties, followed by her ankles.“Is she alive? Wake up, darling.” It was the same voice, deep and masculine, but it held a sinister vibe that Callie couldn’t help but shiver. Another splash.Sputtering and coughing, she slowly opened her eyes, groaning when the bright overhead light invaded her vision, worsening her headache.Memories came flooding back after she’d regained her bearings.She had been kidnapped; beaten; drugged three times with sedatives; and now
Ella stared at Vin’s back wondering what the best way to murder him was. She’d asked him—no, begged him before not to hurt Callie, and yet he still did.The doctor waited until Liam was out of earshot before she spoke, and she didn’t bother disguising the venom in her voice.“You fucked up,” she told him icily. “You fucked up big time, Vin. Callie is a one-in-a-million. No, one in a zillion!” Ella watched Vin’s shoulders straighten as he faced her, his face a mask of indifference. “You’ll never find another woman like her, and you gave her up just like that, for what?”Vin’s skull throbbed with a migraine on top of the ache he felt in his right thigh. With his hands fisted at his sides, he fought through the pain to answer Ella.“I didn’t give her up,” he replied. “I gave her freedom.”His voice sounded strained and tired, but it held a hint of doubt.“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Ella scoffed. “You’re an idiot.”She turned his back on him and started to put away the
The air in Vin’s office seemed to thin by the minute. It had not been a day, and yet Callie’s absence weighed on him like they had been apart for years.There was only so much he could do to distract himself from the fact, but Sienna, Callie’s best friend was not making it easy for him.“How could you?” Sienna asked, disbelief thick in her voice. Vin didn’t need to look up from his laptop to know she was glaring at him. He had enough on his plate, Sienna’s outburst was the least of his priorities, but Raleigh’s presence warranted the crime lord’s attentionRaleigh was like a son to Vin, so when he looked up and saw confusion and disbelief in Raleigh’s eyes, Vin’s chest pricked.“I never question you, Vin. You know that,” the boxer said in a low, even voice. “But this is just wrong. You know more than anyone that Callie belonged here with us.”A muscle throbbed at Vin’s jaw upon hearing those words.“That’s enough,” he growled. “I don’t need any of your opinions, and I do not appreciate
Callie’s heart thudded in her ears. Nothing registered except for the pain, so much pain that she couldn’t tell what was hurting.It was like Vin ripped her heart out from her chest, dropped it on the ground, and stomped on it with heavy boots.Tears blurred her sight, she struggled to pull herself and the suitcases out of the elevator, and once the doors closed behind her, she collapsed.It was over.She hit the ground hard, scraping her knees and palms, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain in her chest.She sobbed into her hands, crying out, uncaring that a few stories above her, Vin was probably hearing her as he sipped on his drink, uncaring.The tears were unrelenting as was the stabbing in her heart. She sat on the ground, crying until no more tears fell from her eyes. She cried until she felt exhaustion wrapping its arms around her. She needed to leave before she collapsed in front of Vin’s elevator.Mustering the strength to stand was equivalent to squeezing her heart
Soren stared at Vin, worried about his friend. He had suspected that the letter would contain some kind of message from Jimmy, but he didn’t want to break the news to Vin. There was no way to make this easy for him.Vin could lie to himself all he wanted, but anyone with eyes could see that he was in love with Callie. And his reaction to the letter he held in his hands was proof of that.“Callie’s free,” Vin whispered a second before crumpling the piece of paper in his hand.The world seemed to spin around Vin. Callie had been a constant in his life for only a few months, but he knew he couldn’t live without her.Everything in him screamed not to let her go. To find an alternative. To buy her back. But another part of him, the moral side of him, knew that Callie deserved to be free.That deal was to play with her, right? Never did he think he’d be this devastated when this day finally came.Callie wasn’t a bird trapped in his cage anymore, and she deserved to see the world, as the wor
“Where are we going?” asked Liam as he sucked on his chocolate drink. Vin helped him get strapped into his seat in the back. “Home. We’ve been gone for too long.” Callie looked at Vin nervously, but she managed to plaster a smile on for Liam. “You hear that Liam? We’re going home!” she said excitedly, buckling her own seatbelt. She turned to Vin then. “You okay?” Vin glanced over at Callie as he eased the car out onto the highway. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” But Callie could tell something was wrong. Something had been wrong since the night of her attempted kidnapping. Had she said something to piss Vin off? But if she had, then he would have called her out on it already. Vin wasn’t the type of person to hold back on her punishments if she needed it. So, what was wrong now? “We’re driving straight home,” said Vin after a couple of minutes on the road. “If you need something, just let me know. We can pull over for food or bathroom breaks.” Callie’s eyebrows scrunched together