The Mafia's Songbird

forearm. Nothing registered anymore. Not the noise in the club, n

pry her hand away from herself. “Stop doing that,” the mafia boss ba

enaline. Pained screams left her mouth when Vin accidentally gripped her injured wrist to

as he watched the life d

, but he managed to catch Callie b

syringe muttering, “Sedative.” As i

as he shook his head at his second-i

“You never know when it would come in handy.” Soren

etween Callie’s brows as well as the blood coating her fingernails. Reaching forward, Vin turned Callie’s arm to check her wounds. He won

s or so,” came

ly, and they spend the drive

ce. And she was moving, the motion was reminiscent of an elevator. But how? The las

er eyes and sure enough

supposed t

in finally registered that Vin was carrying her, Callie’s eyes bugg

r railing for support. Squeezing herself as far away from him as possible, Callie looked at him

d as she and Vin held each other’s eyes. As if on cue, the elevator ding

to her neck, gently massaging the little bump left by the needle. The action caused a dark fabric to fall to th

reached do

quipped as Vin ushered C

ed. “She’s not supposed

omfortable sharing to strangers how she would ingest small amounts of sleeping pills and muscle relaxants every day t

I

allie. I’m not

at her as if she’d grown horns. “At least immune to those you can buy over the cou

in asked, his voice still c

nodded

Come in, Callie.” Outside the club and without thugs surrounding him

e couch before turning to go to wh

he top of a skyscraper, but no, he chooses to live in a shack.” Soren mutte

shack. She didn’t understand the layout yet, but from what she could see they weren’t too high up. Maybe t

suddenly at her side again. “The old

ther word out, Vin’s deep

, leav

B

in added

hands up in surrender as he backed up to call the elevator. “Alright, but we do have much to talk about, so

, right off the bat? She couldn’t handle this. She was still lightheaded from the sedative and thought that she’d have

e black jacket off of Callie, exposing her again. He eyed the dark patches of blood that s

ordered and Callie could

e muttered once sh

he repeated. “Take it off. I should like t

t, it was a form of manipulation. It was a threat disguised as an innocent question. Because,

derwear, Vin started to assess her. His eyes r

unable to stay put with Vin eyeing he

ward to take her hand to inspect it. T

d tried to rape you. They

allie’s spine. Anger boiled inside her. Who w

t before Callie c

re trying to do

tomach flipped with nervousness. Vin terrified her, but she co

t her bravery. “Ah, but alas, you gave me con

r in a challenge. “You claim to respect women, y

or in check. “Your uncle owed me millions, and he offered y

r the smartest or the dumbest person to speak

, and Callie watched in horror as Vin’s expression d

ing to have fun with you,