Chapter 1
~Callahan~
“If my patient is going into shock due to too much blood loss I should-“ my train of thoughts leaves me once again when I hear another round of yells erupt from somewhere near me. “He would fucking die because I don’t know what the fuck I'm supposed to do!” I growl out frustrated and groan as I get up from my bed and storm out of my room and in the direction of the disturbing screams.
This is fucking unbelievable.
My parents want me to spend more time at the house because they miss me. Well, more like my mother wanted to spend more time with me, my father would disown me if he could, but my mother would literally kill him if he did, so now he has to stand my presence every once in a while. But if my mother wants me to spend nights here, the screaming needs to stop, the yelling is not letting me concentrate. And if I fail another exam, I will throw myself off a bridge.
I follow the bellows and reach my father's office. Of course, of course all the chaos was coming from here. This office only brought back old and painful memories. I try my best not to step inside this office, but when you are summoned by the Irish mafia boss it’s hard to put him on hold for long. Especially when he is your father.
I burst into the office when my father shouts once again, with all the screaming going around nobody notices my abrupt entrance, which I’m happy about, it gives me the advantage to look around. There were three men, one was sitting down, just in front of my dad’s desk, and the other two were standing guard, with their backs rigid and straight. My older sister Bridget and my father are looking beyond pissed, as both have their arms crossed over their chest and glaring daggers at the man who is sitting.
Like father, like daughter. They both share porcelain skin and red ginger hair, very stereotypical if you ask me, thank God I took more of my mother’s genes on my physical traits with blonde hair and green eyes.
The man who was sitting gets up abruptly, making the chair he was using move back a little by his force, he slams a hand onto my father’s desk, and I can see my sister visibly jump back a little, but she composed herself quickly enough.
Never show your enemies the fear inside of you, that’s what my father taught us. It’s our life's motto, and we live for that shit, or at least they do. I try my best to leave the mafia world behind me as best as possible, along with my father’s abuse and all the stupid lessons he gave us throughout our whole childhood.
“Your daughter is of no interest to me” the man growls out with irritation. “Find me someone else from your family bloodline or the treaty is off!” The man shouts, jabbing a finger into my father's chest. I recognize his voice, but I can’t exactly pinpoint it from where. His voice is dark and low, with a hint of an accent and a husk, a shiver runs down my spine and I roll my shoulders to get rid of it.
My body doesn’t let my mind catch up, and my hand twitches for the blade I always carry with me. In an instant, I grab it and throw it with precision. The blade nicks the man’s arm and it keeps its trajectory and lands right next to my father’s head, penetrating the portrait that hangs on the wall. The blade scratches the family portrait and I grin a little at that. It’s a hideous reminder of that day, we all have a smile on our faces, but not a single one is genuine, especially mine, since minutes before the photo was taken, my father –
I push the memory to the back of my head and concentrate on the room filled with assholes. “Shut the fuck up! I’m trying to fucking study!” I grit out through clenched teeth and look deadly at both my father and the man, who has yet to turn around and look at me. “If you want to have a go at it, then do it at one of the clubs, we have them for a reason. Don’t mix business with personal life” I hissed out and my father's eyes hardened at my words, but my sister is the one to open her big mouth.
“Leave Callahan, the adults are talking here” Her dismissive tone makes my blood boil, but fighting with her will get me nowhere. I have tried it in the past and I always end up losing, after all, she is daddy’s girl, and I’m just the odd one out of the family.
I’m about to leave when a bone-chilling laugh stops me dead in my tracks. My eyes move to the man that my blade nicked and I see how he jams a finger into his wound, which is not deep, I aim to penetrate not to cause any serious damage. The man turns around and his eyes rake all over my body. I feel strange under his burning gaze, but I maintain my composure and don’t back down, looking at him dead in the eyes. If he wants an easy prey that will scurry under his gaze, then he has another thing coming for him.
“You want me to marry someone?” His voice is low. “I will take him,” he says as he clicks his tongue against the rough of his mouth.
“Done” my father's voice snaps me from my dumb trance and I react to what just happened.
“What?” I rasp out, in disbelief, he did not just sell me to this fucking guy. “You cannot sell me to some asshole that you want to please” I hiss out at him, darting my eyes from my father to the guy standing and looking at me intensely.
“You were dead weight anyways son,” my father says with a shrug. “When can you take him with you Caesar?” My father ignores my penetrating glare and speaks to Caesar.
Mother fucker.
Caesar Giovanni. The mob boss of the Italian mafia, he is crazy good-looking, crazy intelligent, and crazy overall. The dude is a psycho, he is the monster lurking in the shadows and hiding under your bed. No wonder my father is so desperate to join forces with him, he is like the God of the Mafia world.
“My only boy and he wants to be a doctor,” he says with a scoff, looking at me with disgust, my hands tighten into fists, and a stupid urge to pounce on him blinds me, but I take a deep breath and stop myself. “You will even be doing me a favor by taking him out of my hands,” my father says with a laugh and my rage blinds me. All that pent-up anger that I have been saving under wraps since my early years explodes in an instant.
I sprint towards my father without a second thought, but before I can reach him two pairs of strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me into a strong chest. “Feisty little thing, aren’t you?” His voice is deep, his laugh is small but real. I huff out and look up to meet his stare, his light brown eyes twinkle with mischief, and I gulp down.
“Let me go” I grit out, trashing against his hold.
“You aren’t going to run, are you?” He questions me with an arched eyebrow, and I narrow my eyes at him.
“I hadn’t thought of that, but now that you mentioned it, it doesn’t sound like such a bad idea” I smirk mischievously at him. “I mean it is better than killing you with my own hands,” I say with a shrug, but Caesar only tightens his hold on me, making it difficult to breathe, but not enough to actually suffocate me.
“I don’t recommend running” he licks his lips as his eyes glisten with— lust? “I enjoy the thrill of the hunt; besides it will only make you even hotter” he growls the last words into my ear, and I feel some type of way.
Someone clears their throat and breaks the small bubble Caesar and I had unintentionally created. We both shift our gaze and look at my father who looks pissed and disgusted at the same time. “You need to sign the contract” My father slides the papers toward the edge of the desk and places a pen on top of them.
“You go pack while I finish this whole arrangement” his dismissive tone pisses me off, but I’m better off just staying in his good graces, so without a second glance I leave the office and make my way to my room with heavy feet.
