The Mafia's Songbird

sink before pouring it all over her uncle’s unconscious form. The coldness jolted him awa

of distracting the men who invaded their home. Three of them, s

his bloodied hands across the front of his shirt. “Pardon me,” he said before makin

e’s a playful tone in his voice every time he speaks as if nothing ever fazes him, treating

any other boy next door at first glance, but paired with that ecce

mock sympathy. “Apologies for the mess. But I think

lk about defiling her home. It may not be much, but she

barely holding on to her strip o

is voice. But Callie wasn’t interested, and honestly, she wasn’t impressed. She was scared out of her wits and was frantically trying to figure out how to

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hat would explain why a man as wealthy as him would ever grace these sul

Soren reached back to grab her uncle by the scruff of his neck. The old man grunts in surprise as he was throwing down to

in her eyes. “The club isn’t even doing that well. The brothel too… and I’ve been keeping… wait—” She cut herself off and then looked o

he air rose with

ncle. Since the club wasn’t doing so well, she wanted to at least help out, even a little. So, she opted to live solely on the tips an

ng laughter erupted from his lips before Soren doubles over laughing at Callie’s situation. “Oh shit, you really are scum, aren’t you

just give us a few weeks to come up with the sum. Please!” Still reeling in anger, Callie

humble apartment with its scratched walls and peeling paint. He hummed, “A

ut at the amount. How in the hell did her uncle come u

from Jimmy’s beaten form and looked around the tiny apartment. “As I was saying, my boss, is

ke

. She was about to mutter a string of profan

e two other thugs he came with immediately shut up. The room’s temperature dropped, and a sudden darkness crossed

h, with blood still running down his deformed nose. “She

as coming out of his mouth. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak,

That couldn’t be right. She was his on

All the blood drained from Ca

gaze, she was reminded of a predator, waiting… taunting his prey before moving in for the kill. But there’s a

-profile clients. Y-Your boss

e trade. “Huh, making your poor—what are you, his niece?” Callie could only nod wh

remorse or guilt. She didn’t even feel pity. How could anyone expect her to when he sold

. They weren’t men, they were monsters who took advantage of those beneath them. She felt sick

lie out of her thoughts.

ho—” That earned him a loud whack. One so strong t

r mouth, but no sound c

wer. After a few tries, Callie managed to find her

, letting his eyes wander up and down her bo

around her fate. Soren, on the other hand, wasn’t waiting. In one s

to Callie, he spoke low into her ear. “Are

y only family.” Callie turned her head to take a fin

ie understood his reaction, Jimmy did sell her out. And the expression of relief and jo

ed. There was a smile across his lips that would haunt Callie’s dreams, and it

doesn’t like,” Soren replied. “But

ght. There was no way they were taking her

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