The Shadows Between the Lines

Chapter 6

Samantha Evans POV

"Samantha?" Calvin called my name again. My attention snapped to him, the rain had started to make his hair cling to his forehead.

"What?" I asked a little dazed still from my interaction with Fiona. She was the last person I had expected to see here tonight. Even worse than that, she said Vincenzo brought her here.

"Are you okay?" He repeated scrunching his eyebrows together. The scene around me cleared, and I was suddenly aware I was standing drenched at the bottom of the steps, where above me stood Damiano and Vincenzo.

I shook my head trying to come up with something fast. "Just some misunderstanding, the coat check gave her my clutch." I said, shaking the one I was holding. "She seemed already upset, so the exchange wasn't exactly pleasant." I finish my lie glancing at Vincenzo to gauge his reaction, I need to find out what his connection to Fiona is.

"What the fuck did you say to her?" Damiano questions with a smirk, looking at Vincenzo.

"At least I didn't smash her laptop," he replied while leveling Damiano with a glare.

Damianos smirk disappeared, and Vincenzo quickly walked down the rest of the stairs. Damiano followed him, muttering stronzo on the way. (asshole)

Calvin laughed at the interaction, "Come on, Sam lets go home." Calvin walked to the valet and called for our car. I stood frozen in my spot for a moment longer before I forced myself to follow him. Going "home", while Fiona went to what used to be our home.

Fiona Marino POV

The drive home was slow as I tried to keep my tears at bay. Them no longer being tears of sadness but of anger and confusion. Why would she fake her death? Has the last few years meant nothing to her? The rain continues to pour and the road seems to go on for miles, but before I know it I pull into what I used to call home. What was once our shared apartment.

My tears have dried up but my anger is still sitting idle inside of me. I can't take myself back to my mom and sister right now, they don't need to see me like this. As I walk in, memories slap me in the face, almost making me turn back around again. But I can't, this may not be Mal's home but it is mine, and she cannot take that from me too. I rummage through, pulling out anything she once called hers, or better yet "ours", and toss it behind me without a care. I don't even as much as flinch when my once treasured ceramic tray shatters on the ground at my feet. It isn't until it is done that I freeze and take in the disarray of the apartment. What have I done?

Samantha Evans POV

A few days have passed since I had seen Fiona, and I had barely been able to drag any new information about what they knew about her out. I tried to be as innocent as possible when I asked Calvin on the car ride home that night, about if Vincenzo knew her. He replied with a shrug and "he seems to like her." I can't really figure out another way to bring her up without being too suspicious. So I just have to wait for an opportune time.

Calvin did come home with a new laptop that had a sticky note on it reading "will be traced". I glared at Calvin and snatched the laptop from him. Before going upstairs and seeing how traced it actually will be. After I logged in and looked into the security on the laptop itself, I realized that he set it up so that anything I searched or typed a copy would be sent to the mainframe at a different location. I typed why is Damiano Castello such an asshole into the search engine, hoping that it would get back to him. I also typed how to help someone with their small dick syndrome before shutting my laptop.

I'll hack around those flimsy security protocols later. Right now I had to get ready, because Cal was bringing me to some sort of Castello celebration at one of the clubs they owned.