His Soft Spot

{Thirty Eight}

Warnings:
Sexual Assault
Abuse
Mention of blood (it isn't descriptive)

Callie's POV:

Gio hasn't done anything to me... yet. He killed my baby though he never laid a finger on me, but took me to get the- her- it- out of me. It's Elvanso. He's the one who makes me cry and scream and fight and kick all for my safety to get away from him and what he does to me. He's touched me in bad placed and made me do things to him, though he hasn't... raped me, I know he will.

I don't talk to Gio, he tries to talk, he kisses me and forces me to sleep with him, and he's always cuddling me, but I don't like it, he doesn't like when I push him away, but he will hold me so I can't move. I really hope he doesn't ruin the whole cuddling thing for me because I love being close to Dante when we lay together. I feel like I'm getting smothered to death with Gio.

Only crude men talk about me when I walk around anywhere, cat calling or commenting on me. But I'm at least a little thankful for Marco who doesn't seem to hate me, or cat call me. But I know he will never help me.

I heard movement from behind me as I searched for a glass to fill with water. "I swear, he let me come down here." I said quickly and backed up, I couldn't see much since it was dark in the room since it was the middle of the night.

"It's okay, wasn't gonna run to the boss." Marco said and I sighed.

"W- what are you doing here?" I stuttered and forgot about the glass, looking up at him.

"Live here." He said and I let out a little 'oh'. "Didn't mean to scare you by the way, just got told to go check for movement."

"Sorry, I'm going to go anyways."

"Water?"

"Not thirsty." I mumbled as I walked past him.

"You don't want to be with Gio do you?" He asked and I turned around to face him, "y'know, when you're 17, you're pretty dumb, and you don't completely understand that the only way out of a Mafia, is to be killed."

"Y- you don't want to be here?" I couldn't hold back the shake and stutter in my voice, but Marco gave no comment about it.

"Would leave the second I could." He muttered, "he's a light sleeper too, so you should probably go back." I just nodded and continued to walk up the stairs back to the bedroom.

Dante is the heaviest sleeper ever. It is hard to get him to sleep sometimes, but when he's in bed and close to me, he is out like a light. And it's hard to wake him up, but even harder to get him out of bed. I usually wake him up half an hour before we actually have to go, that way he can groan, and cuddle, and pout, then huff and get up. He's like a baby, I swear. But he's my baby and it's fucking adorable when we go through that routine.

I stood outside of the bedroom, I wanted to turn around and run, fast. But the land is gaurded and trapped. I need to find a phone but everyone has a cell so there is no laying around. I just want to hear him. Even if it's voicemail.

It's funny because he has two voicemails, a business, and the ones for the group of us. So one is professional and boring, then there is the one that says he's too busy fucking me to answer. Now guess which one if for which. Oh! And there is one for me and that's the one I want to here because he sounds like how he usually does to me and he calls me kitten and I really like that.

I sighed away the thought of Dante and pushed open the door and slipped back into the room and got on the far side of the bed, away from a sleeping Gio and pushed my knees up so I was in a little ball since I didn't want to wake him.