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
“I’m sorry, I missed that. Take this food, where? It was Raleigh’s turn to smirk. “To Vin, little birdie.” Callie ignored the nickname because one look at the two scheming devils told Callie that they were having too much fun to change their minds.Crap.“Okay,” the singer eventually accepted. “Which one is his?” she asked, gesturing to the row of private rooms where she and Ella came from.The boxer chuckled, exchanging looks with Ella. “No, you have to take it up to Vin’s private quarters—the penthouse.”Callie nodded slowly, working her head around the fact that Vin had a penthouse in this place. “T-The penthouse is Vin’s private…” She shook her head with a giggle of disbelief. “I should have expected that.”“Yep,” said Raleigh, popping the ‘p’, emphasizing how annoying he was being. “You might want to kiss up to him now. That’s better than sleeping down here with the rest of us unworthy humans. It was a joke but Callie’s face heated at the notion of spending the night with Vin.
Having no idea what took over her, Callie froze, especially when Vin’s hand slowly reached forward. Callie pulled away. Panicking at this time was the worst thing that could happen. Why did she do that? Instead of facing him, Callie busied herself with putting the medical kit away. Vin sighed, a frown marring his face that Callie couldn’t see. “I’ll put this away, but I still think Ella should come by…” her words drifted off when she finally met his eyes. “…what are you doing?” But Vin only hummed in response. Now that she was paying attention, it wasn’t her face that Vin was looking at. It was everything but. Callie’s cheeks flamed under Vin’s scrutiny, self-consciousness started to sink in. She was still wearing her clothes from before the fires started. The dirty jeans were hers, but she needed to borrow the tank top she was wearing from someone at the infirmary because they had to cut through her shirt when she couldn’t lift her arms to do it. “Why are you looking at me like
She was drowning. Each touch of his hands and every lap of his tongue sent Callie deeper and deeper into bliss. Being with Vin like this made her forget herself. Vin, on the other hand, was hyperaware of Callie. Every sweet whimper that left her lips sent him into overdrive. He had been with countless women in his life, but none of them made him feel like she did. A pang of guilt shot through him as his ex-fiancé flitted across his mind, but one breathless gasp from Callie’s lips faded the memory instantly. Vin drank it all in. Drawing his fingers up her torso, he grazed her stomach and then further up, raising her shirt over her chest, but to his surprise, Callie flinched away from him. He stopped immediately and pulled away from her. “Are you alright?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?” Worry filled his eyes as he scanned Callie’s injuries. But the singer only shook her head and gave him a small smile. “I’m okay,” she whispered. But Vin could sense something was wrong, so he asked
Though her body was fully sated and wanted nothing more than rest, Callie was plagued by her disturbing thoughts. She found it impossible to sleep. Certain that Vin wouldn’t wake, Callie slowly and carefully got out of bed to get dressed. Silently, she picked up the food tray from earlier and tip-toed out of Vin’s room. Downstairs, Callie spotted Ella, with a few other women, folding extra clothes and bedding. “Hey, anything I can help with?” Ella looked up from where she was folding a shirt, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Well, that took a while,” Ella remarked, a knowing smile gracing her face. Callie had no idea how much time had passed since she’d brought up Vin’s food, but it must have taken a little longer than necessary—okay, a lot longer. The singer could only manage a sheepish smile. “Whatever you’re thinking… it didn’t happen.” “Hmm, if you say so,” the doctor replied, but her little smirk told Callie, she didn’t buy it. “Just leave that tray over there and gra
The city looked like it came straight out of a movie. Debris littered the streets, charred and broken, a grim reminder of the lives that were lost to the fire. It was a ghost town, and the overcast weather wasn’t helping. Thunder roared in the distance, a warning of what was to come. Vin sent out word to the residents when the fire was put out. The Tomb was a refuge and the residents were free to take shelter there and food will be provided, but most of those affected preferred to stay in their homes. The mafia boss wasn’t very pleased with that. With his men already spread thin between hunting down Cullen Reich and protecting the Tomb, he had to put out extra security around the city as well. After everything that happened, he couldn’t leave his people vulnerable. The trip to the South didn’t take long, and about an hour of driving later, Vin pulled into a gated community. “Your friend lives here?” disbelief and amusement laced his voice. He slowed the car to a halt in front of a
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