The next morning, sunlight crept through the curtains. Calla blinked awake and Killian was still in bed beside her. “You’re still here?” she muttered. Killian smirked without opening his eyes. “Why? You don’t like waking up to me?” She picked up a pillow and threw it at his chest. “Don’t you have work?” “Work?” he said lazily. “I already worked last night.” Her eyes narrowed. “Killian Black, do you want me to break your head this early morning?” He chuckled, rolling over to face her. “Relax, doll. Admit it—you’d rather I stayed here all day instead of running to meetings.” “I’d rather have peace and quiet,” she shot back, sliding out of bed. Killian stretched and sat up, watching her tie her robe. “You’re bossy, you know that? Always acting like my CEO.” “Someone has to keep you in line,” she muttered. “Maybe,” he said with a grin. “But I like it. Makes me wonder who’s really the mafia boss in this house.” She shot him a glare. “Keep talking and I’ll write you an official m
Neva pulled the car into the driveway and stopped. Calla reached for her bag, but before stepping out, she turned to Neva. “Don’t tell Killian about Selene,” Calla said quietly. Neva raised a brow. “You don’t trust me?” “I trust you. I just don’t want him knowing.” Neva leaned back against the seat, smirking. “Relax. I’m not a snitch.” “Good. Thank you.” Calla gave her a firm look, then got out of the car. The maids bowed as she walked inside. “Good evening, ma’am.” “I want dinner in my room,” Calla said simply. “Yes, ma’am.” One of them hurried away. Calla freshened up in the shower, but her mind wouldn’t stop circling Selene’s words. The water running down her body couldn’t wash away the unease. When she stepped out, hair damp, robe tied loosely around her, a tray of steaming food had already been set on the table. the sight of the food made her stomach twist. She picked up a spoon, tasted nothing, and pushed it away. She pressed the intercom. “Kindly come and ta
The moment Calla showed Neva the message, Neva’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Hi Calla it’s Selene. Yes, I know I’m gonna kill you, but I need your help. I need money. Please let's meet tonight. If you don’t trust me, you can come with your bodyguard.” Neva read it twice, then shook her head. “This doesn’t sound right. Not one bit. Why would Selene suddenly ask you for money? She’s up to something.” Calla leaned back in her chair, her expression calm, almost bored. “Neva, everything Selene does is suspicious. But sometimes snakes crawl out of their holes when they’re desperate. And desperate people talk too much. It’s worth the risk.” Neva crossed her arms. “I’m telling you, it’s a bad idea.” Calla smirked faintly. “And I’m telling you, it’s worth it. Besides, I’m bored. Let’s see what the stupid bitch wants.” They arrived at the meeting place late in the evening. A cool wind swept the empty street, carrying the smell of damp earth. Calla sat in the backseat, nails tapp
The black SUV rolled into La Fiamma’s underground lot, Calla had sent the other guards home though they were hesitant but Neva said she was going to keep Calla safe. Calla’s gaze swept over the familiar red emblem on the wall. The last time she had stepped inside this place, Killian had pulled her to the center stage and announced her as his woman. That day, she was shocked but yet she felt claimed and belonged as she displayed like a crown jewel. Today was different. Her heels clicked against the stone floor as Neva guided her down a corridor she hadn’t seen before. Metal doors. The sound of fists hitting pads. Heavy grunts. Sweat and steel in the air.“This is it,” Neva said.Calla tilted her head, lips curving faintly. “Yes, I remember. You showed me around the last time. Killian said he was going to train me. I guess he’s too busy or something. He doesn’t tell me anything.”Neva smirked, lowering her voice. “You know Killian really loves you. I haven’t seen him this happy since
The flashes from cameras almost blinded Calla as she stepped out of the building. Reporters shouted questions, their voices blending into one loud storm. She didn’t flinch. She only lifted her chin, gave them a smile, and spoke one single sentence. “Justice has a way of finding its path, and it's still roaming” Calla said softly. Before anyone could push forward with another question, she slid into the back seat of the waiting car. Neva followed right after, shutting the door firmly. The driver pulled away, leaving the noise behind. Inside the car, silence lingered for a second. Then Calla tilted her head and looked at Neva. “You’re not going to ask about the gun?” Calla asked with a small laugh. “I know you have questions.” Neva folded her arms. “It’s your revenge, Calla. And besides, I already heard how you got the gun… and what you did to those board members.” Calla let out a soft breath. “Almost feels unreal, doesn’t it? We planned everything right here. on the spot. I almos
“What do you mean by that?” one of the board members asked, his voice shaky as his eyes darted toward Damien. Calla smiled, slow and dangerous, as she began pacing around the long mahogany table. Her heels clicked sharply against the polished floor, each step heavy with power. “I know most of you already know,” she said, twirling her cigarette between her fingers, “that I got the shares from the other members through… persuasion.” She stopped, tilting her head with mock innocence. “But what I didn’t tell you,” she continued, “was what method of persuasion.” Damien leaned forward, his tone sharp. “You threatened them with Killian Black’s help, obviously. That’s the only way someone like you could—” “Shhh.” Calla raised a finger, cutting him off. Her eyes narrowed, her smirk widening. “Threaten? If you call digging dirt on them and taking what they don’t deserve a threat, then I find that quite amusing.” Gasps and murmurs rippled across the boardroom. “So… what are you t