All Chapters of The Mafia's Songbird: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Depression wasn’t something new to Callie. It had visited her enough times in her life that she recognized the signs and welcomed it like an old friend.Day in and day out, doctors reassured her that she would be able to sing again. The damage was to her jaw and not her vocal cords, so with medicine and physical therapy she would be able to sing again with no problems.None of them, however, understood that her ticket out of this place vanished into thin air. She was counting the days until she could finally leave the city, and her uncle’s clutches, and finally live the life that she’d always wanted.Nevertheless, she tried her best to put a smile on her face. Callie did not want for anything, the VIP ward of the hospital looked more like a hotel room than a hospital room. If there was something she wanted, food, a specific book, or even a show she wanted to watch, Vin made it happen. And Vin had made sure to keep her company.The crime lord had moved all his operations to Callie’s ro

Vin didn’t let her leave the house until he was sure she was fully rested. Callie grew anxious with each day, she only wanted to visit the shelter. She had been away for nearly a month! She promised them she would return soon.However, both Sienna and the crime lord assured her that being hospitalized was more than a valid reason for not coming sooner.“I’ll come and pick you up before sundown,” said Vin as Callie unbuckled her seatbelt.“You’re not coming?” He was kind enough to drive her all the way to the shelter, but Callie thought that he would at least step inside with her.“There’s something I need to take care of,” he replied. “Stay alert and don’t let your guard down easily, alright?”The singer giggled, “They’re children, Vin. They won’t hurt me.”“Ah, but you’d be surprised, Songbird. It’s the children who should look out for.”With a disbelieving shake of her head, Callie stepped out of the luxury vehicle and waved goodbye to the mafia boss.“Callie, there you are! Come on

Everything was in place.Callie would forget. Vin made sure of it.At this point, there wasn’t much that Vin would not do for his Songbird, which made her dangerous, and yet Vin wouldn’t have it any other way.It took him a while to realize, but Callie was special to him. No matter how much he denied his feelings, they were there in the back of his mind, slowly creeping in and tickling his heart back into a rhythm that beat in time with hers.It was time for him to let her know just how special she was.The trip back to the shelter took no time at all, which is why Vin was more than a little surprised when Callie didn’t answer his calls.“What are you up to, little bird?” he murmured as he prepared to alight his vehicle.There was nothing to be suspicious about at first, but when Vin entered the threshold, and there was no one to greet him, it was a different story.His senses were suddenly on high alert. Vin’s head wasn’t large enough that he would expect an entourage to wait for him

“There’s a good girl. Take it all in, sweetheart.”She liked the sound of that, but Callie had another idea in mind. She reached for Vin’s hand, which was gripping the sheets at his side. She pulled until she could rest it on her head, a silent plea for him to take charge.“Does my little bird want me to fuck her mouth?”“Yes, Master. Please, I need it.”Vin twisted Callie’s hair around his hand and thrust into her mouth. Hard.Callie felt Vin’s cock hit the back of her throat without warning, and God did she enjoy that, her eyes rolling back at the sensations Vin’s cock brought her.She gagged and choked around Vin, but who needed air, right? And fuck, did Vin savor every slurping noise Callie made.She looked up at him through wet eyelashes, begging him for more.“Any harder, and I’ll undo whatever progress you made with your jaw, sweetheart,” he grunted, and Callie whined around him, the vibrations sending his hips into overdrive.“Fuck, me too, Songbird, but I’m not coming anywher

“Vin, you have got to be kidding me.”Soft chuckles passed her fingertips that she had brought up to her lips. Callie looked on in awe of the theater, of the stage, and their view from the private box that Vin had rented for them.“Whatever do you mean?” he replied, a coy smile nothing short of scheming graced his lips. “I rented a box for us so that you may see the performance with the best view. Don’t you agree?”She hummed as she nodded her head in agreement, brushing her fingertips over the soft velvet of the chairs.“You’re very much like the phantom in The Phantom of the Opera.” She sat down, craning her neck to gaze up at Vin, who took a seat beside her.“Hmm, maybe I took a move out of his playbook,” he replied. “I told you, I’ve done my research.”“So, you have.”Before long, the chatters inside the theater died down, and the lights dimmed. And when the curtains rose, Callie was fully immersed in the show.It ran for nearly two hours. Two hours of being on the edge of her sea