They were running away from armed men, but Vin’s mind was filled with the way Callie was clutching onto him. He was surrounded by her scent, and he had to mentally scold himself for even thinking of taking her there on the forest floor. Callie was incredibly light, but he knew they wouldn’t get far on foot. He needed to find a vehicle for them as soon as possible. Thankfully, Vin knew this forest, and he knew that about a mile from where they were was a diner that bikers frequented. “You can let me down, I can walk,” Callie muttered under her breath, embarrassed and shy about her position. But Vin merely hoisted her up higher onto his back as he continued on the path. “You’re not walking on that foot. Stay still.” Callie knew to shut up then. She didn’t understand what the hell was going on, but she wasn’t stupid enough to believe that Vin wouldn’t take his frustrations out on her if she said the wrong thing. Just as he’d thought, the diner came into view a few minutes later. He
Sensory overload was something Vin dealt with on the daily, but that was nothing compared to what he was going through now. Vin couldn’t filter the noise anymore. At his side, Callie flinched and screamed with every bullet that hit the old metal of their borrowed truck. Outside, enemies yelled and fired their guns at them. Engines roared over the scratch of tires against the loose gravel, and each sound grated at Vin’s senses. He couldn’t think, and to top it all off, his thigh had started to hurt. Just his fucking luck. Then, as if the gods were really against him, one son of a bitch got lucky and blew out their back tire. The car spun out of control, skidding across the dirt road, faster and faster until Vin managed to turn the car to the right. “Hang on!” he yelled over the noise right before they hit the trunk of a massive tree. Callie moaned, her head pounding, and her ears ringing. The last thing she remembered was the gunshots, the car spinning out of control, and Vin, shie
Just when Callie thought her horrors for the day were over, she couldn’t be more wrong. Not fifteen minutes from when Raleigh had her seated and strapped into the backseat of his car, Callie found herself witnessing an interrogation. No, not an interrogation, a torture session. She had asked—begged—over and over for them to stop, but no one listened to her. Even Vin was indifferent. He sat in an old metal chair across from Cullen Reich, who was tied to one. Blood caked on his fingers where nails used to sit, fingernails that Z so mercilessly pulled using some ancient-looking contraption. By fingernail number three, Callie’s throat was sore, and it hurt just to speak. She couldn’t bear to watch someone be tortured for the heck of it. Vin wasn’t even asking questions! Cullen gave away where he was keeping those he kidnapped before the torture started. His men had just started to beat him up without prompt. But Callie learned quickly that closing her eyes only made the torture worse.
Nightmares of explosions and gunfire riddled Callie’s sleep. Nightmares that left her twisting and turning, jolted her awake when she felt her body being carried off somewhere. Her eyes fluttered open to see bright white lights, reminiscent of those in hospital emergency rooms, and Vin’s soot and blood-covered face. “Where are we?” she asked, barely getting the words past her sore, dry throat. “Infirmary.” Vin barely spared her a glance, but she felt him tighten his hold on her. Disoriented and confused, Callie was placed on top of a hospital bed. The cushion itself was a bit hard, but her body thanked her all the same. “How are you feeling?” Vin spoke after a while. His blue eyes stared into her brown ones, searching for any warning signs. Callie noted how tense he was. The surrounding air seemed to buzz, and she could tell that he was conflicted about being here with her. She understood, then, that he lost to Cullen Reich tonight. And she knew that Vin would stop at nothing unt
“You’re safe now.” Callie repeated the phrase over and over as she held her friend close. But as she did, Callie realized she was muttering the phrase to herself as well, like a mantra, to convince herself that she wasn’t in danger anymore. What happened back at the warehouse would haunt Callie forever. She had an idea of how cruel these mafia families could be, but seeing it first-hand was a different thing entirely. Especially because it was Vin who had tortured him. Vin who had caressed her skin reverently was also capable of such horrible actions. “What about you?” she heard Sienna mutter after a while. Ella continued her examination and proceeded to treat her minor wounds. “What about me?” Sienna threw her an accusing stare. “What happened to you? Who are these people? No offense,” she added, to which Ella snickered. “They’re uh…” Callie began, glancing nervously between Ella and Raleigh, who was leaning on the door frame, watching everything unfold. “They’re the Baros mafia
The nightmares were all too familiar. The shivering, the crying… this was nothing new, and she was used to it. She would wake up, usually with an anxiety attack that she would calm by singing or humming to herself. But tonight, when Callie woke up in a crying fit, she wasn’t alone. In the darkness, strong arms caged her, holding her flush against a muscular chest that echoed her racing heartbeat. They didn’t talk. He didn’t ask her to explain herself. He simply held her, and that was enough. When Callie could breathe again, she would hold Vin closer, and start humming. It didn’t matter what song it was, or if Vin recognized it, they both returned to sleep as sweet melodies filled the cold night air. But when Callie woke, Vin wasn’t there. Day after day, she would reach over to his side of the bed, only to find it cold and empty. At first, she wondered if she dreamt it all, but deep inside, she knew that Vin was there for her. She felt his warmth as he held her, and she believed it
“I still can’t believe what happened, Callie. You live here now. Is this forever?” Sienna was allowed to enter Vin’s private floor atop the Tomb after much persuasion from Callie. An opportunity the two women took full advantage of, to Vin’s dismay. Callie had been spending all her time either helping at the refuge center or with Sienna and Ella, which quite frankly made Vin jealous. It was now almost one week since the fire, and they were getting ready to go back to university after their class suspension. Out of consideration for all the students, all school activities had been suspended, but it was now time for them to go back. “Callie!” Sienna called out from the door to the spaced-out Callie inside the bedroom. “Did you hear a word I said?” Shaking her head, Callie offered Sienna an apologetic smile and followed her out the door. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just really freaking out right now!” Grabbing Sienna’s hand, they dashed down the stairs to meet Raleigh, her usual chauffeur.
Now, he was interested. Immediately leaning forward, Raleigh urged Sienna to continue. There was little he knew about Callie, and if she were to be the family’s new mistress, then it wouldn’t hurt to get to know her friends as well. He watched Sienna’s face as it lit up at the memory. “A lot of people hate talking about their darkest moments, but I’ve grown quite fond of mine,” Sienna began, taking a sip of her soda. “I met Callie years ago. I was on the brink of jumping from a bridge, just to end it all, you know? But then Callie appeared out of nowhere and jumped over the railing to talk with me. We must have hung there for hours, only holding onto the railing barely having a foothold. I used to think, how her arms must have hurt. I was kind of high so I was kinda numb, but Callie… she kept smiling and talking with me like she would an old friend. She convinced me that my life was still worth living.” “Why did you want to jump?” Sienna snorted, sitting further down the booth.
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