When In Rome – 07 by LiterateCockSlut..,

I’m having difficulty doing dailies with all of the family stuff going on for the holidays.

The story is far from over, and I’m still writing.

I’m just having a hard time finding the time to write 6-8K words every day.

Thanks for sticking with me

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CHAPTER SEVEN:
Scene 01: Cassius – Sex? No.

Scene 02: Callia – Sex? Yes.

Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? Yes.

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CASSIUS
He wasn’t a man to use the word “cute.

”
But Callia, today, was the “cutest” thing he’d ever seen.

Everything was so new to her, so exciting.

She flitted back and forth between the market stalls, speaking to everyone.

.

Touching everything.

And he loomed behind her, the coldest, cruelest stare he could manage trained on the faces of any vendor that might consider telling her to stop.

If anyone looked at her wrong, broke her mood – he’d fucking kill them.

In the most creatively painful way he could think of.

Most of the vendors, especially the food vendors, were exceptionally friendly to her.

Her charms had worked particularly well on the vintner, who had insisted that they try several of his best and make sure Lykos knew just how fine his wares were.

Now she was teetering around in her sandals like a little lush, and the only thing keeping her balanced was the arm she’d looped through his.

He leaned over and pressed his lips against her ear.

“What do you think?”
“Oh Cassius.

” She breathed and her eyes focused intently on a sparkling stall filled to the brim with jewelry.

“It’s better than I’d dreamed of.

”
He laughed as he led her over the stall.

“Come, meet Agnes.

”
There were two people in Rome who stubbornly refused to fear Cassius.

One was Callia.

Agnes was the other.

He swore that she had two spirits living inside her body; one was a sweet old woman with a kind word for everyone, the other a blood-thirsty savage who would cut your throat as soon as she’d shake your hand.

She had to be at least seventy years old.

She was the one vendor in the market that had never been robbed.

“Cassius.

” Agnes beamed at him.

“Now who’s this pretty little thing? Surely her father didn’t turn her loose with the likes of you.

”
He laughed.

“This is Callia.

My sister.

”
“Ohh.

” Her eyes widened as she studied Callie.

“Well, she is as pretty as the men all say.

I didn’t expect her to be so.

.

Small.

Pretty little runt, though.

Hello, then, child.

Enjoying the sights?”
Callia nodded politely, but she was a girl and they were in the middle of a jewelry stall.

Her eyes were wide as she examined everything.

“I’ve never seen the market before.

”
“You should see this one, child.

Look.

” Agnes smiled at her and pulled a little ring off the wall and winked at Cassius.

“The stone is almost the exact color of your eyes.

Never seen a stone like this before.

”
Cassius narrowed his eyes at Agnes.

She was trying to be kind.

Well, be kind and make a sale.

She didn’t know that Lykos would never allow Callia to own anything, even something as small as a little ring.

It pissed him off.

Callie gasped as she peered down at the ring.

Agnes had been right.

It was the color of her eyes, like it had been made for her.

“Well, try it on.

” Agnes prompted, and Callie beamed as she obeyed.

“Let’s see.

” Agnes snatched her hand over and inspected it.

“Perfect fit.

How ’bout that, eh, Cassius?”
Callie’s face was sad as she stared down at the ring.

She chewed on her bottom lip as she held her out in front of her and inspected it in the light.

She smiled at Agnes, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Its beautiful,” she whispered as she slid it back off her finger and held it out to Agnes.

“But Father would never let me-”
“We’ll take it.

”
Fuck Lykos.

Callia had nothing.

She didn’t have a bed, or one dress that she owned.

She didn’t have a pair of sandals that were hers.

Hell, her hair comb didn’t even belong to her.

He could give her this.

Callia glanced up at him, and opened her mouth to protest, or speak, or something, but his hand was already in the pouch at his belt.

“Do you have a leather cord?” He asked as he dropped coin in Agnes’ hand.

“One that will fit around my neck?”
She looked puzzled, but she nodded.

She cut a length of cord about the right size and handed it to him.

He looped it trough the ring and knotted it.

When he thanked the woman and led Callie away from the stand, he explained.

“I’ll hold it for you.

Keep it around my neck until we leave here.

”
She grinned and through her arms around his neck, and he held her close for as long as he dared.

They kept an acceptable distance as they walked slowly back to meet their brothers.

He heard the rustling in the trees along the empty path long before he saw the man stumble out from behind them, sword drawn.

“Where is she?” He voice was rough, like he’d been screaming.

Blond stubble covered his face, and his clothes were dirty and wrinkled.

“Where is my wife?”
Cassius pulled Callia behind him as he drew his sword.

Slowly.

Calmly.

“I don’t know who the fuck you are.

How am I supposed to know where your wife ran off to?”
“His name is Titus.

” Callie spoke up from behind him.

“His wife is Julia.

She was my friend before she got sold.

She came from Britain like my mother.

”
She leaned around him to peer at Titus, and he had to keep eyes on both of them.

“She’s gone missing?”
“Run along Callia.

” Titus didn’t even look at her.

“This doesn’t concern you.

”
“Callia, stay.

” Cassius pulled a dagger out of the strap of his sandal and handed it to Callie.

“I don’t know who is in the woods.

”
He watched Titus.

The man was sluggish like he hadn’t slept.

His eyes were ringed with black circles.

“I just want her home, Cassius.

I won’t say a word.

” His jaw clenched.

“You can kill as many fucking whores as you want.

Just let my wife go.

”
Callia gasped, and Cassius stilled.

“You think the man that’s been killing whores has you wife?”
“I think you have her, yes.

I know who you are.

” Titus’ body was shaking so hard he couldn’t keep his sword arm steady.

He looked terrified.

“If you don’t giveher back, you better kill me now.

Because I will find whatever it is a freak like you loves and I’ll fucking take it from you.

”
“Titus, is it?” He rubbed at his eyes, exhausted.

He should just slit the bastard’s throat and fucking be done with it.

“What makes you think she hasn’t just run off?”
“It was like when all the other men’s wives and daughters been taken.

Rope on the bed.

Blood and.

.

Blood and cum on the sheets.

”
Cassius paused.

“When?”
“She was gone when I came home this morning.

”
She could still be alive.

Some of the girls had been missing for over two weeks when their bodies were found.

“Put your sword away.

I don’t have your wife.

” He shook his head, irritated.

“I’ve got to take Callia home.

Meet me in the center of the market at midnight.

I’m going to catch this bastard.

Work with me.

Maybe we can get him quick enough to find your wife.

”
The man’s body sagged, but he sighed and nodded.

“If this is a trick.

If I find out you took her, I’ll kill you.

”
“You can try.

”

*
CALLIA
She knew the look on his face.

He sat back on the bed, naked, arms crossed behind his head.