“You look nice,” said Vin as soon as he saw Callie, announcing his entrance.
Veronica had done a marvelous job altering the dress he had picked out for the night. The corset bodice of the baby pink dress hugged her torso perfectly, and the lace-up straps, highlighted her curves in all the right places.
Specks of glitter decorated the long flowing fabric of the skirt that reached her ankles, sparkling in the warm light of the studio.
Callie’s lips automatically tugged up into a smile upon hearing the crime lord’s voice. She wasn’t expecting him to pick her up from the atelier.
Without turning, she spotted Vin in the mirror, dressed in a matching black button-down shirt and pants.<
The inside of the mansion was unlike what Callie had imagined. The moment she and Vin walked in, Schubert filtered into her ears played by a skilled string quartet. Their coats were taken by what Callie could only assume was a butler, before greeting them with a warm smile. “Welcome back, Master Vincent,” the man said, to which Vin smiled and nodded. Callie tried to control her reaction to Vin being called Master Vincent, but the crime lord caught the subtle lift of her lips. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. “What? Surprised you’re not the only one who calls me Master?” Blushing up to the tips of her ears, Callie hid a smile behind her hand. “Master, if you will.” The butler then approached Vin again, this time with a silver tray. Vin smirked, before unstrapping a harness for his Glock and placing it on top of the tray that the servant had taken away graciously. “Everyone is to lay down all weapons before entering,” the crime lord explained. Callie laughed, she could
The appetizer was served and cleared without a hitch. Save for a few sneers and fake smiles, Callie had managed to keep it together. Nobody seemed to be too interested in talking to her, as most of the conversation was led by Vin and his Aunt Lucille, who kept peering at her like a farm animal.Callie kept to herself, quietly observing. She noticed how each person seated at the table had another member, perhaps a bodyguard or an attendant standing right behind them. Every person except Vin and herself. They all looked tough, including the women.“Callie,” she heard her name be called. Looking up from her plate, Callie turned toward the male who spoke. “Don’t you work at that club in the outskirts? What was it called again?” The man tapped a finger to his templ
“Sir, please get your hand off me.” Callie didn’t bother to hide the poison from her tone, glaring at the stranger. “Vin! I’m in here!”With one hard shove, the man pushed Callie back, away from the exit, cutting off her chance of escaping.“Vin!” she tried again, louder and much more desperate. She didn’t want to show this man her fear, but goosebumps littered her skin, terror of what may come overwhelming her senses. She looked behind her, eyeing the open bathroom stall, wondering if she would be safe inside it.“What a rude girl you are,” he remarked. “Don’t you remember me?”Callie’s head tilted to one side, alert and aware
It has been three days, and still nothing.Vin stared at Callie’s sleeping form, unable to rid himself of the image of her, crying and bloody on the bathroom floor. He reached forward to take Callie’s hand, to feel her, to reassure himself that she was alive.He should have done more to protect her.Vin’s hands trembled as Callie took a shaky breath, her eyelashes fluttering in her sleep as if she were dreaming.“Songbird, can you hear me?”But there was no response, except for the constant beeping of the monitor at Callie’s bedside, Vin’s consistent reminder that Callie was still breathing.
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
It took two weeks before Callie got the go signal to talk again. It was a slow start, and her jaw ached when she used it, but the singer was determined to overcome her situation.Diligently, she had been going to her speech therapy sessions personally arranged by Vin himself to help her recover faster. However, despite Callie’s best efforts to cheer up, no matter how she tried to convince herself that her slow progress was still progress, she still couldn’t shake off the cloud of depression that loomed over her head.And so, it was times like these, when Sienna came to visit her that she looked forward to.“So, you’re finally getting discharged tomorrow,” her friend said, biting down on an apple that she brought for Callie. “How do you feel?”Callie reached forward, taking a slice of the fruit for herself.“Still pretty bummed about the show. I worked my ass off for that,” the singer replied. “I mean, where else would I get the opportunity to perform in front of globally renowned tale
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
Callie bent down to inspect the door closer. The panel looked no bigger than the door of a mini fridge, held together by a latch connected to some branches, tied together with a piece of thick wire.She pulled on the wire with frantic movements, her brain working in overdrive. After managing to unlock the door, she pushed it open and peered inside.The smell hit her first. It was damp, and from the little light that came in, perhaps it was moldy too. It was dangerous for anyone to be left in here from the mold alone, they could suffer serious diseases.“Evan?” she called out, voice trembling. “Are you guys in here? Simon?”Faint scrambling caught Callie’s attention and it had her on her knees crawling into the tiny space to get a better look.Two scared kids bumped into her, and even without seeing their faces, she could feel their tears on her skin, their words a blubbering mess.“Holy— This shit is straight out of Matilda!” Sienna exclaimed, reaching a hand inside for the children t