by Tara Lee
I chuckle, unable to help the excitement coursing through me right now.
“Fuck,” I yell, startling Callie, and jump on the spot.
She grips the robe, trying to hide herself as much as she can.
I growl, yanking her toward me, wrapping my hand around her ankle, and she yelps as I lean over her. I yank the robe open, revealing the most exquisite body I have ever laid my eyes on.
Callie watches my fingers trail over her thighs, over her bare pussy that is drenched with wetness, my eyes hungry, my tongue ready to taste and devour her. She gasps when I spread my fingers out over her flat stomach.
I lean down, resting my forehead on her as my hand stays caressing every inch of her stomach.
“I can’t believe it.” My eyes fill with unshed tears.
My fingers trace a trail over her stomach, stopping just below her belly button.
“Hey, little one, this is Daddy.” I kiss her belly.
A soft gasp leaves Callie’s lips.
“You want this?” Fear sits behind her voice.
I leave soft kisses and smile; Callie's fingers run through my hair.
“Bishop.” Her breath is like a musical beat playing on repeat in my ears.
“Fuck, yeah, I want this. You know how long I’ve been trying to get this to happen?”
Callie’s eyes widen at my declaration.
“Y-you were trying to get me pregnant?”
Planting another kiss on her navel, I smile down at her flat stomach.
“God, I can’t wait to watch you grow, my little one.” I run my nose softly over the curve of her hip, leaving soft kisses up her side and stopping on her belly.
“I love you.” I lift my head, staring at my future, crawling up her body. I wrap my hand around her hair at the base of her neck and I tug it toward me, hard.
She lets out a whimper and parts her lips before I seal mine to them. I waste no time deepening the kiss. Our tongues fight against each other as it turns into something entirely different.
Worshipping, devouring, feeling.
My cock fights to sink deep inside Callie.
And as I pull my cock free and sink into her for the second time tonight, nothing will feel as good as knowing she’s carrying my child and becoming mine for good.
My queen. I will worship her until I take my last breath.
Standing in front of the mirror as I fasten the last button on my shirt feels almost surreal.
Today, Callie becomes my wife.
I was ready to marry her the day she said yes, but she told me she had to at least have time to plan something.
I gave her a week. Am I a pushy asshole, perhaps, but I’m an asshole ready to make his woman his, by all means.
I can’t keep the smile off my face, knowing in just a couple hours, Callie will be my wife.
Fuck, that sounds good.
I know we will have to put a lot of work in, it isn't going to be easy, but I’m willing to be the best damn husband if it means she will be by my side as my queen.
When I told my father we were marrying, he told me women make you weak and she will only soften me.
I walked out because if I had stayed, I may have punched him, or worse, put a bullet in him.
Knowing Niall had ended his life and taken the job away from me, twisted the monster inside me.
I need a release. Fucking Callie endlessly is only half cutting it. I hate that I craved it, that I need it like my next breath.
What the fuck have I become?
After Eric, everything changed, knowing I had rid the world of scum like Carrington, knowing my piccolina, was finally safe, that I never had to worry about him ever touching what was mine again.
I inhale a deep breath, trying to calm the jitters. It’s like the blood is calling to me.
With the baby on the way, I have to prove to Callie I’m in this for us. Being Il capo is just a job. But that’s the thing, this life chose me. I never chose to walk down this path.
A path I’m all too keen to fucking run down now.
I fidget with my tie, Ethan walks in all too calmly.
I give up trying to tie the fucking thing and let out a frustrated breath.
Ethan chuckles and begins to help me.
“It's okay to be nervous, Bish. I mean, marriage is a big deal.”
He finishes and brushes my shoulders.
“You’ll do.” He gives me a cocky wink.
We have talked some more since he finally agreed to give me another chance. The thought he might have walked out of my life and never looked back nearly killed me.
Ethan is like the little brother I never had.
“So, Savannah?” I talked to Ethan about my sister when we last caught up. He knows what hell my father put her through and I have finally got her out.
I had sent the one man they’d never see coming. Only thing is, Jacob had betrayed me and taken Savannah to an unknown location. He had his own plan all along. The fucker had done the complete fucking opposite of what I’d ordered him to do.
He assured me that she was safe and that no harm would come to her. He needed her to take down my father. I almost broke the damn phone listening to that bullshit he spat down the line.
I told him I would kill him if he laid a finger on her, and knowing he’d be able to take me down without blinking made my threat all that more real.
I’m a man of my word, and the next order if Jacob doesn’t bring my sister back to me unharmed will be to put a bullet between his fucking eyes. Loyalty be damned, he knows the score.
“He promises she’s safe.” I run my hands over my face, not knowing where to even start to look for her. The more I push him to tell me where she is, the less he makes contact. I know he uses a burner phone because tracking the bastard is impossible.
He is a fucking ghost, just like his name.
“Would Jacob hurt her?”
I shake my head at Ethan.
“I don’t think he would intentionally, but Jacob is a loose cannon. If getting back at my father is what he wants, then Savannah is the right way to do it.”
“Fuck, man.” Ethan curses.
“He knows if he hurts her in any way, I’ll come for him. The last thing he will do is go against me.”
At least that’s what I’m hoping until I can find Savannah.
“Are you sure you're ready to do this now?” Ethan asks.
He thinks I should put the wedding on hold; heck, Luna had told me to. But I’m doing this, I’m marrying Callie. She is becoming mine.
I want us married before my child comes into this world.
Callie will become Mrs. Demetrius, and knowing that my ring will lie on her finger every day and night for all eternity makes the caveman in me beat his chest while needing to throw her over my shoulder, showing my claim.
The very thought of delaying this makes no sense. Callie is mine, I’m hers. Plain and simple, we are meant to be.
“Nothing will stop me from marrying my woman today. Nothing.”
The silent knock on the door has both Ethan and I confused as hell.
Opening the door, James and Carson come rushing in.
“Boss.” Carson’s chest rises with every deep breath he takes.
James’ face tells me everything I need to know.
She is gone.
I come to with a throbbing head.
“Ow.” God, even my own voice hurts.
My body feels heavy, and emotion clogs my throat as I pry my heavy eyes open and try to look at my surroundings.
A soft whimper escapes me when I see complete darkness except for a lone light flickering above me.
Where am I?
I realize my hands are bound behind me; that’s what’s causing my body to feel like a weight has been placed upon me.
My head hurts, and I try to sit up. Stars form behind my eyes with me trying to adjust to the mostly dark room.
Every movement sends a blinding pain behind my eyes that goes through my he
ad.
My throat feels dry, eyes heavy, and I’m pretty sure I’ve been drugged.
The baby?
Tears filled my eyes, I try to free my hands from behind me to wrap over my stomach, but I can’t move them, not even an inch.
I let out a cry; pain explodes in my stomach, the sharpness making me wince and almost double over.
Something is wrong?
“Please,” I cry out.
The thought that I can’t even protect my baby, that I have already failed as a mother, sends a blood-curdling scream from my lungs.
Footsteps come toward me. The door creaks like it weighs a ton, and the pain in my head sounds like a bomb is going off right near me.
A ringing in my ears has me dazed for a few seconds before my arm is being ripped up and I’m being pulled out of the room.
“Let go of me.” I scream and kick, trying to free myself.
I’m shoved to the floor. Every surface of my body feels like it is on fire.
My arm is ripped up again and, turning toward whoever yanked my arm nearly out of its socket, I spit in his face.
A sharp pain has my vision blurring. I wheeze when a kick strikes my stomach.
“You fucking bitch.”
A foot connects with me again, this time making me cough and vomit all over the floor in front of me.
I try to fight with what little strength I have when I’m tugged up like a rag doll and shoved into a chair.
I finally focus enough to see a man sitting in a chair in front of me.
“So you're his little cagna- bitch?” The man’s voice is deep and makes my skin crawl. He’s speaking Italian, that much I know. I’ve heard Bishop enough to tell.
“Answer the boss.” The flat of a hand smacks me across the face, and I shake violently from the pain. I’m about to faint from all the blows.
I lick over my lip, tasting blood. I feel the slight crack the hand caused.
“Fuck you.” I spit blood in front of the guy, and some lands on his shoe that looks more expensive than necessary.
He chuckles, not even looking down at the sight of my blood.
Bile rises in my throat when I stare the man down, the sickening smirk he has plastered on his face. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to black out everything when he stands and leans into me.
He glares at me in warning and cocks his eyebrow. I keep still, not knowing what he’ll do next.
I can’t breathe as the man brushes his lips over my cheek. Tears run down my cheeks. His fingers trail over my stomach and over my breasts.
“I’m going to have fun breaking, you bellissima- gorgeous.”
***
I wake to my hair being yanked back with so much force my eyes water.
“Time to wake up, princess,” the man spits.
My eyes can barely stay open. I think they’re drugging me; all I can think about is the baby.
Yesterday was the day I was supposed to marry Bishop. I hold back tears at the thought of Bishop never finding me becomes more apparent.
“E ora di portare il tuo uomo qui- time to bring your man here.” The man who still holds my hair snarls while raking his gaze over my body.
“Can’t we have just a little fun, boss.” He smirks, winking at me.
I feel the nausea as soon as he lets me go, I swing forward and vomit down the front of myself.
The guy makes a noise in reaction to the mess I've made.
His boss chuckles in the corner while he smokes a cigar.
“Well, well, this just made things more interesting.” Finally speaking in English, he stands, coming toward me slowly, but with every stride, I can smell him.
The potent smell of nicotine and sweat fills my nose, and my stomach turns again.
“Tell me bellissima- gorgeous, are you with child?”
All I can taste is vomit. I haven't eaten anything since they brought me here, and they haven't so much as given me water.
My hands are still bound behind me, and now they have tied me to a chair. My wrists feel raw and burn from the constant rope around them.
He chuckles darkly.
“Prendi la fotocamera- get the camera.”
He snaps his fingers, and two of his men jump up and flee from the room. Camera? I heard that bit right, didn’t I? My heart flutters as he snaps his fingers again.
Another man comes to stand beside him.
“Pulirlo, la lego di nuovo- clean her up, bind her again.”
He walks from the room as a man with a long dark ponytail and beard cuts the rope from my wrists.
I wince and rub, the rope falling free.
Giving me a few moments of freedom.
“Don’t get used to it, the boss wants you at his mercy.”
He cuts my top from me, exposing my bra. I gasp and try to cover myself.
He licks his lips and leans into me, pulling a knife out and trailing it down my cheek.
“A little fun won’t hurt.” His wink is sickening. He nods to another two men standing nearby.
“Watch the door, then you can have all the fun you like. But first, it’s my turn.” He yanks down his zipper pulling himself free.
I swallow, and tears fill my eyes. I try to focus on anything but what’s in front of me.
“Open wide.”
By the time I come to, the boss is sitting in front of me again. He taps the table, seemingly getting impatient.
There’s a camera in front of me. The man who violated me stands beside it, looking smug as he watches me.
I look around, and seeing the other two makes a cold shiver run down my spine. My throat fills with bile.
I wish they’d just kill me.
“Now that you finally seem lucid enough, we have a little home movie to make,” the guy taunts me. He sets the camera in position.
Panic rises within me. The light turns red, and the man in charge nods at his men.
I scream and fight as they all take turns, each taking their time.
My tears fade when the last man spills inside me. I stare off into the distance, trying not to feel. Tears prick the corners of my eyes. I’ve failed miserably. He grabs hold of my wrists, pinning me down, and grunts. The sound sends a deep chill through me. His fingers tighten around my throat, cutting off my air supply.
“Aren’t you going to scream, bitch?” he sneers.
I’m not going to survive.
“Your bitch is used now, Bishop. You have no use for her. I guess there’s only one thing left to do.”
That's all I hear before the sound of the door slams shut and I’m left on the cold floor, naked and used.
A sob explodes over my lips, and the pain takes over. I curl into a ball, feeling helpless, and nothing but despair fills my heart as I imagine Bishop watching the moment I was lost to him.
“Fucking find her,” I roar as I send everything over my desk flying. The final straw is when Ralph tells me his men turned up empty-handed as well. It’s been two fucking days and nothing.
Callie is nowhere to be found.
I used every ounce of my power to search for her and turned every damn stone that led to where she might be.
Nothing.
I’m losing hope that I’ll find her. Boris’ men took her. I see it. At least I had the foresight to check the damn security cameras.
The moment Luna stepped out to check on Madden, they’d entered sticking a needle into Callie’s neck and carrying her out the fucking window.
The slip-up won’t happen again, because the moment I knew she was unprotected, the monster unleashed, and James and Carson ended up in body bags.
It was a warning to my men.
They were supposed to protect her. It was their one fucking job. I slam my fist down and let out a feral scream as I tip my desk over.
The destruction of my office started the moment I knew she was taken. They slipped her out, and no one seen a fucking thing.
The van they shoved her into was found burnt out, so any leads we had sank the
moment my men found it.
Boris Romano just became number one on my shit list. If he or any of his men touch Callie, they’ll wish they were dead.