Callista Genovese never wanted to be part of the family business. She enjoyed the anonymity of being a teacher in a land where she was not the killer queen. But like always, family tends to ruin everything.
Callista was dragged back to New York with...
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Investment banking was one of the huge businesses in NYC. Money ruled the world no matter what other people say. Callista adjusted her Chicago Bull's cap, marching back and forth in front of Zed's investment bank.
She leaned against the brick wall, her Nike shoe flat on the wall. The sporty attire of cropped shirt and ripped jeans made Caly's presence obscure to the passing crowd. Only the Gucci leather belt gathered some fleeting glances.
"Victoria!" Callista kicked off from the wall, waving her hand.
Instead of gladness and cheer, Victoria's big round eyes widened in panic. Her legs worked overtime, trudging to the exit, not looking back to the other girl.
Victoria gasped when an arm draped over her slim shoulders. She whimpered on the spot, tightly clutching at her shoulder bag adorned with Marvel heroes' pins. "No!"
Caly laughed, pulling her closer. "Tori! It's so nice to see you!"
"No, it's not." She squeaked and tried to resume walking but Caly's arm terminated her movements.
"Girl, what are you so afraid of?" Callista asked. Her face beaming with a smile.
Tori rolled her eyes, adjusting her black-rimmed eyeglasses. "How about the fact I commit crimes when I'm with you?" She tugged the strap of her bag closer to her chest, flowery painted nails digging into the cloth.
"It's not a crime if you don't get caught," Caly shrugged, stifling her chuckles. "You're really a coward."
"Whatever, Caly. I'd rather use the word 'cautious'." Tori snapped back. She wheezed, giving up on escaping from the Genovese princess and settled instead into asking what the girl wanted. "Well, what do you need, your highness?"
Callista could not help another fit of chuckles. Her friend was still the same.
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Callista eyed the scene of Castor burning in anger as a short girl with a penchant for a faded denim jacket and checkered pink sandals bumped into him. She saw the girl step back in fear, gripping her shoulder bag close to her chest that displayed a numerous amount of Harry Potter pins.
"What the fuck? Do nerds always lose their eyes?" Castor gritted his teeth.
Caly closed The Lord of the Flies and jumped from her spot on the school's white banister. "Cas, that's an insult to all nerds including me."
Castor's green eyes gleamed. His uniform had a pink stain from the nerd girl's ice cream which Cas had already stomped on. "Look at this."
"Don't be so dramatic. You have an extra uniform in your locker." Callista crossed her arms, tilting her head. "Go."
"What? When did that happen?" Castor asked, a frown marring his sharp features.
"I placed it there because I know how useless you are," Caly answered. She tugged at the black and white striped tie of St. Clement on his neck, unraveling it with her slender fingers as she flattened her palm on his solid shoulders. Callista pushed the tie on his palm. "There. Now, go change."
