In the end, it was Vin who chose Callie’s outfit after she appeared in dark jeans, cropped tee, and a dark denim jacket. Vin shook his head in disappointment before he dragged her back into her room to change into a sleek black mini dress. He was careful to choose a dress that covered her injured arms, but the dip on the front hung low, exposing the tops of her ample breasts. And with the dress reaching only the tops of her thighs, Callie had to pull on the hem every now and then. Soren met them at the front of a club called, “The Tomb?” asked Callie, curious about the bright neon sign. A flash of annoyance crossed Vin’s features, before he replied defensively, “I didn’t name it. People started calling it that and it stuck.” Soren sidled up to Callie when Vin walked ahead to talk to one of the bouncers. “It’s called The Tomb because people have been buried here,” explained Soren in a low voice, careful not to be heard by the mafia boss. “Both figuratively and literally, I might ad
WTF. WTF. WTF. What the fuck just happened?Callie’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind running a mile a minute.Someone died in front of her— No. Someone was murdered. That was murder, right? What the fuck had she gotten herself into?She wove through the bodies blindly until she found a little corner near the back, a small hallway that led to what she assumed is the toilet all the while holding in nausea. She barely made it past the hallway and into the toilet before she was emptying her meal into the bowl, earning pitiful glances from the other women inside.Callie took deep calming breaths as she cleaned herself up, the memory of vomit making her stomach churn again. She dreaded going back out there, but running wasn’t an option. So, Callie picked herself up and slowly stepped out on shaky legs.Vin knew even before the medics made the call that his man was dead. Rage stirred in his chest as he looked on, helpless as they bagged the body and wheeled it out. Vin always paid his d
As the fighters prepared, several men had come and gone to talk to Vin. Callie couldn’t understand most of them as they spoke so low, but she could tell it was all serious business. Why else would they be so secretive about it?When all the men have left, Vin relaxed into his seat, snaking an arm behind Callie to wrap his arm around her waist. The action surprised her, stiffening in his hold.“What did you find out?” Vin asked Soren. “Did he have a family?”Soren shook his head, “No, but he did have a girlfriend.Vin closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to keep himself grounded, he squeezed Callie’s waist slightly. “You know what to do,” he added through a clenched jaw.“I’ll have the money and supplies ready in two days.”“Good.”Callie understood then, from that short exchange that Vin cared about his men. He cared enough to want to avenge their death and provide for the family they’ve left behind. Callie latched onto that. Maybe this man wasn’t the monster he wanted her to b
Vin was still reeling with pride for Raleigh as their little group left the underground gambling den. He stole a quick look at Callie and frowned at her expression. She looked terrified. But wasn’t that the reason Vin brought her here? To scare her, and let her know about the atrocities he was involved in? Vin was not a good man, and Callie needed to learn that sooner rather than later. They were almost out of the main entrance when someone bumped into Vin, the ash from his lit cigarette leaving a nasty mark against the crime lord’s shirt. “So, s-sorry, boss man.” The man was clearly drunk, with the way his words strung together. He was laughing too, something that one shouldn’t be doing in the presence of the Dragon, especially not after you’ve soiled his clothing. Before anyone could blink, Vin had the man’s jaw in his tight grip and had pried one of the man’s eyes open. “Bloodshot eyes, dilated pupils… a little watery too,” said Vin in a hushed voice, and each time he listed of
Callie couldn’t for the life of her, control her breathing. Panic attacks weren’t new to her, but panic attacks induced by nightmares were usually the worst. She thought she had outgrown the nightmares, but being involved with the mafia had opened fresh ones.She heard the click of her door and then the quiet padding of feet on the soft carpeted floor. And through the tears and scratching pain in her throat, Callie latched onto the sound to ground herself.“Breathe.” The voice was soft and low, urging Callie to breathe through her fear. “That’s it, deep breaths in… and out… Good girl.”It took a few minutes, and Callie could be mistaken, but she could have sworn Vin had reached over to brush her hair away from her face. When most of her panic had passed, Callie watched Vin rise from her bedside to stride toward the window.“Vin? Uhm… I—” She cleared her throat, wincing at how scratchy it felt. “W-Why are you here?”Thanks to the moon illuminating the dark room, Callie saw with clarity
Vin didn’t return to her room after that incident. In fact, she didn’t catch a glimpse of Vin the following day, save for when he caught her sipping tea in the kitchen in the middle of the night after she woke up from another nightmare. She flushed pink at the thought of Vin hearing her cry again. Guilt and embarrassment settled badly in her stomach. Callie had made a habit of singing herself to sleep after her bouts with her repeating nightmares. Every night she cries and sings, cries and sings. Tonight, she cried about her broken dreams. Callie had abandoned her phone and laptop, the devices lay dead somewhere inside her backpack. Why bother? She couldn’t go to school anyway. She wouldn’t be able to graduate. Unless… “Silver lining, Callie,” she muttered to herself as she marched into the kitchen. “Find your silver lining.” “Would you care for some breakfast?” Now, those were words Vin hadn’t heard in a long time. He had been living alone for fifteen years, and he usually grabb
Vin gave Callie enough time to get changed and finish her waffles before two men enter the dining area. Callie recognized the taller one, Raleigh, from the arena. Without the tapes around his arms and anger marring his features, he looked young—almost too young to be associated with the mafia. His face was bruised, but he held his head high with pride. “Boss, I thought we had a talk about not killing our clients?” the stranger said, his tone was patronizing, but he had a smile on his face. “Seriously, man. It’s bad for business.” The stranger must be ranked up higher on the ladder because Vin merely shrugged and gestured for them to take a seat. His skin was a deep tan, and his smile was friendly and welcoming, but there was something in his eyes that made Callie feel uneasy. “There’s plenty of food. Help yourselves,” said Callie, who was starting to feel awkward. She ignored Vin’s sideways glance at her and smiled pleasantly at the newcomers. “And who might this be?” “Callie Moor
Walking into the gates of the university felt like a breath of fresh air to Callie. Despite how she loved the theater and attending her classes, the university didn’t share that love. Or simply put, the other students didn’t take kindly to having a prostitute for a classmate. The sneers and judgmental looks used to bother Callie, but she has learned to ignore them and focus on her education. Now, it only fueled her desire to graduate and leave this city forever. The day passed quickly and normally enough. Apart from the truckload of schoolwork she missed, it was uneventful. Additionally, Callie intentionally avoided talking to Sienna until the last moment. Outside the university theater, where audition announcements have been posted for the year-end musical were posted, Callie waited for her friend, staring blankly at the page. “Callie! Holy shit, where have you been?” Callie would recognize that voice from anywhere. Sienna tackled the singer into a fierce hug. “I’ve been worried s
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