CallahanShe's ruffled me. Gotten under my skin.I'm distracted when I walk out of the room. I fist my hand, relax it. I swear I can still feel the pulse at her throat in my fist. I need to be careful. I need to check my rage. I may need her yet.And I don't want to hurt her."Callahan," Alec calls out. He has to do it a second time before I stop and turn. I didn't even see him outside the door. "Everything okay?"“Everything's splendid. Stay with her. She can spend five minutes with her brother after she eats. Then I want her in that room unless she's in the kitchen with Lenore. She's not to go outside and you're not to leave her side, understand?"He appears momentarily confused and I realize how intense I sound but he schools his features and nods."Good." I look at my bedroom door behind which is my infuriating captive. I give a shake of my head to clear the assault of her words. I'm walking down the stairs but before I've even reached the bottom, I smell it. Burnt sugar.I inhale
Callahan"Here." He hands me a folder out of his briefcase. He's old-school. Leave no electronic trail. Ever. It's probably what's kept him out of prison.I open the folder and the first thing I see is a grainy photo of the man who orchestrated my family's massacre.The younger Fernando Mancini.I flip through the photos, look at the vast, empty land around him. I look at the men in their pickup trucks, the porch of the house he's stepping into. The bigger house I don't recognize.“He's in Mexico?"My uncle nods. “Making an alliance between the Esmeralda Cartel, which he considers himself the head of since he is engaged to Portia — ”"He can consider himself the fucking king of England for all I care. It makes no difference to me. Like I said, he's no longer engaged to Portia. She told me she'd rather kill herself than fuck him."“Well, that'll be news to him then.""Go on. I recognize the Esmeralda house. But what's this one? With whom is he forging this alliance?""Felix Pérez. Heat
PortiaI'm sitting in the kitchen flipping through an old Italian cookbook, my hand absently petting Cerberus when I hear the sound of the chopper. I look at the clock. It's a little after nine at night.Lenore, who has been sitting across from me making a shopping list, gets up and puts the espresso pot on the stove.“He'll want coffee," she says to me.Alec glances out the window. He's been my shadow today and if it wasn't for Lenore telling him I could walk out to the greenhouse to collect fresh vegetables, I'm pretty sure I'd have been locked up inside all day.At least I got to see Nathan. He told me that Alec had brought down the entirety of the cake last night.I wonder if I should go up to my room. Well, his room. Will he really make me kneel to apologize to him? And if so, would he make me do it in front of Lenore? I feel my face burn just thinking about it.But he does deserve an apology. I do know that. What I said, what I accused him of, it wasn't right especially knowing
Portia"I'm sorry," I blubber. “I'm so sorry that happened."“That didn't just happen," he spits. "Don't you get it? They did it. They made it happen. Your brothers. Your fiancé." He shakes his head then, abruptly releasing his hold on my hair and stepping backward so I fall forward onto my hands.He turns away, walking to the sink.I watch from my place on the floor as he turns on the tap and washes his face, mutters a curse into the towel he uses to dry himself.Cerberus whines from the corner."I'm sorry," I say again. “I'm sorry I said those things to you when I knew you hadn't touched me. I'm sorry that my brothers hurt your family like they did. I'm so sorry that it was my family who did that to yours. I'm sorry.." I trail off, sitting back on my heels, thinking, blubbering now because I am sorry.I'm sorry for all of it.I rub my face, look up to find him watching me.“I understand if you need to hurt me. Punish me for what happened. I do. And if you'll let my cousin go — ”"We
CallahanI let her go. Let her slip away. I don't know how I have the self-control to do it.That night, I don't even trust myself to sleep in my own bed. Not with her in the room across from mine.There's something about Portia. Something inexplicable.It's true what I said. There's an emptiness inside me. A hunger I need to fill. I want to fill it with her. In the morning I take a shower in the bathroom in my office. I jerk off but it doesn't take the edge off. I want her. I need her.Fuck.I sit behind my desk and am running my hand through my hair, trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me when Lenore knocks then opens the door to my office."Did you sleep at all?" she asks me, setting the tray down and arranging a pot of espresso, a cup and a plate of food I won't touch.She glances at the photos strewn across my desk, careful to set the things down around them. She doesn't comment on any of it.“I'll sleep tonight.""Antonio just got in. He's having a shower and will b
The mat is trampled now. It should be replaced. The porch, too, looks run down, the once bright yellow paint peeling off the wooden railing, weeds growing through the floorboards.But that's not why Callahan gave me these.I flip through, I see their faces. I don't recognize the younger ones but the older ones I know. Uncles and others who worked for my father. The ones who left when Vincent and Gregory took over."How did you get these?""Drone. You recognize them?""Some."“Keep going."I do, my heartbeat picking up because I'm sure things are about to get worse. And they do. Fast.It's when I see the small cabin high in the mountains that my heart sinks. It's where my father held his most important meetings. Complete privacy. I don't want to know what else he did up there, but I do know if you were in real trouble with him, that's where you went. Some never came back. The ones who did were in bad shape.But now I see it's one of my paternal cousins, well, the husband of a cousin. O
CallahanMoments after Antonio has taken Portia, my uncle and Heathcliff walk into the study. I stand, shoving my hands into my pockets.Cerberus's low growl comes from his place in the corner. I don't comment as Heathcliff glances over at the hound."I don't know why you keep that dog," my uncle says."I like him," I say. "Heathcliff." I nod in greeting."Good to see you, Callahan," Heathcliff says.My uncle takes a seat and crosses his ankle over the opposite knee. He chooses the Chesterfield at the far end, away from Cerberus who lays his head back down but keeps that low growl going, eyes on my uncle.I smile at Heathcliff. Well, it's an attempt at a smile. I don't like him. I don't trust him. Not even after he killed his own nephews to prove his loyalty to me. He switches sides too often. One of those mercenaries Portia mentioned."Sit," I tell him, gesturing to the chair beside the one Portia sat in, He does. “I see my niece walking freely in your house.”My uncle makes a sound
PortiaThe first thing I see when I get upstairs is the veil. It's folded and set on the foot of the single bed I slept on last night.Picking it up, I smell detergent and see how much whiter the lace looks. I didn't have a chance to wash it before the wedding day. The stains are gone too. No blood. Like it never ever happened.I'm glad.Keeping it on my lap, I sit on the edge of the bed and look around. This is Elizabeth Scarfoni's room. Callahan's little sister. She was five when she was killed. She'd have been fifteen now. Same age as Nathan. And her little friend, what was her name?Mara. She disappeared. Seems strange if they took someone that they'd take Mara and not the daughter of their enemy.And after all this time, I wonder if Callahan is still searching for her. It makes me a little sad to think of it.But then the door opens, and I leap to my feet. No knock, but I'm not surprised.Callahan stands in the doorway taking up the whole of it. He looks around the room and I wond