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Callida pov.

I glare at my dad from my rebellious position. My feet propped up on his expensive mahogany desk and my arms crossed over my blood spattered chest. "No?" He questions putting his hands on the desk and standing up to look at me with an imposingly.

"No." I repeat not moving from my position. I'm the only person allowed to get away with disrespecting him like this. Everyone else just immediately agrees with him for fear of their life. Playing the role of Daddy's little girl has its perks.

"Callida, this isn't a debate. You're going." He says, I can tell he's struggling to remain calm by the slight twitch in his left eye. I have the same twitch when I'm about to rip someone's head off.

"I got us into this situation. I'm going to stay and help." I pull my feet off the desk and rise to his height staring into his ice blue eyes my gaze unwavering.

"Tommy." He suddenly spits his eyes flashing with rage.

"What?" I snap raising an eyebrow.

"Tommy did this, he double crossed me. It's his fault." My mouth falls open like a fish. He's fucking crazy.

"No, it was my idea! He was just trying to protect me." I defend resisting the urge to punch him in his scary looking face. He may be my dad but me and Tommy grew up together. He's my person, if Aldo hurts him he dies.

"I'll make you a deal." He smirks. I resist the urge to sigh. His deals never work in my favor. They usually just end up making me murderous. I look at him for a minute waiting for him to speak. He does the same, just as stubborn as me.

"What kind of deal?" I finally spit, I may be stubborn but I'm also extremely impatient.

"You go to Washington, I pretend Tommy had nothing to do with this little stunt. It was all you." How did I know he was going to say that? Oh right, because he's a dick.

"I hate you." I grind out.

"I'm going to take that as a yes. Go pack, you leave at dawn." I give him a sickeningly sweet smile before turning on my heel and storming out of the room. Smug bastard.

True to Aldo's word his henchman Vitale yanks the covers off of me at five am. "Come on princess time to go." I growl sticking up my middle finger at him tiredly. It's far to early to start insulting people out loud. I'm pretty sure my dad ordered everyone to call me princess just because he knows that I hate the stupid nickname.

"What if I say no?"

"Then Tommy get's a bullet to the head." A fresh wave of rage boils up in me. How could my father just kill someone who's been loyal to him for twenty years. It's inhumane. Not that I've ever expected much more from the man. But come on it's Tommy.

"I really wish I could slit your throat." I inform him as I yank on a pair of blood red jeans.

"I know you do." He says calmly, watching me as I dress my naked body. Perv, it's not like I'm going to make an escape in my underwear. I bite my tongue before I can voice my thoughts, I think the silent treatment will take less energy.

He grabs my suitcase in a meaty palm and herds me towards the door. Twenty minutes later the van screeches to a halt in a mostly deserted parking lot. The only thing adorning the concrete a sleek black helicopter. No doubt stolen and re-tagged.

"Who's flying the thing?" I finally break the silence, shame I had a good thing going.

"Me." Of course he is. "Try to contain your excitement princess."

"Fuck you." I kick his shin childishly as he begins to walk towards the death machine. The hulk of meat doesn't even flinch just grunts and continues walking.

I follow with a groan plopping into the seat furthest away from him and pointedly looking out the window. This is going to be a long ride.