Chapter 15: Wish

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