She saw red. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t touching those girls, he allowed them to touch him, caress him like they were his and he was theirs. Callie was used to being indifferent, but now that her mood was ruined, she was feeling petty. “Callie! What are you doing here?” asked a dancer who greeted her with a warm hug. “We rarely see you around this time.” That’s right, Callie stayed away from the Tomb at night. It was her first time back underground since the night of the fire. Though she spent time here before to help the refugees, they had been safely transferred to the shelter, there was no reason for her to come down here. She had no idea that the underground club was already up an

“You’re out of your fucking mind, Vin.” “Good morning to you too, Soren.” Vin rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and started to get up but something or rather someone prevented him from doing so. Callie was sprawled over his body, her head resting on his chest. Flashbacks of them together filtered into his mind and Vin smirked at the memory.  He checked the time on his phone, barely dawn. It was early and they’d had quite the workout last night, he would let Callie sleep. Carefully, Vin pulled away from her and quietly padded outside of his bedroom where he could talk to Soren without the worry of waking Callie up. &ld

Mei’s words danced around Callie’s mind even as she was occupied, chatting with some women at the shelter. She indeed wanted all of Vin’s attention but the implications of her involvement with him were starting to come to light. Beside her, Sienna was casually distributing the pastries they brought with them. “Oh, excuse me,” Sienna began, pointing to their nearly empty basket of popsicles. “I’m sure we bought enough for each of the children, but it seems two aren’t here…” Purposely letting the sentence hang in the air, Sienna carefully observed everyone’s reactions. Two of the caretakers looked at each other before smiling brightly. “Oh, they&

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

“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