Gladly

"See, do you recognise her now!" Callum looked at the face of Sabrina Hawthrone after she turned the camera back to herself. 

"Sabrina Hawthrone, if even a scratch appeared on her, I swear to whatever god you worship, I will destroy you and your seven generations," Callum threatened her as his gentlemanly aura disappeared and a bloodthirsty look appeared on his face. He peeled off his coat and threw it to his assistant who was standing behind him. He undid the top two buttons of his shirt. 

Dammit, it was too difficult to pretend to not be the mafioso that he had already been. 

"Mr Facci?" Amaya called out his name in a whisper. 

"Ask your friend to send you the fucking address," Callum growled and threw the phone at Amaya who merely nodded her head as she was too scared to make a noise. 

On the other hand, Sabrina had given Calliope enough lemon water to make the latter at least open her eyes.