Chapter 14

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What's the difference between a G-Spot and a Golf Ball?

A guy will actually search for a Golf Ball.

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"Son of a nutcracker." I muttered, rubbing my sore hands.

I had been trying to rip the toilet seat off for the past 3 hours.

I couldn't sleep last night. I was just so fucking excited to slam these bastards with a nice ass toilet seat.

I needed to have a battle cry before I slammed these fuckers. Something along the lines of

"FOR NARNIA!!!!" And then bam, they get hit with a toilet seat.

God, I'm in some desperate need of some solid dick.

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Sinister's POV:

"This is fucking dumb." I muttered as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

Normally, I'd be thrilled to be wearing a $5,000 Gucci tuxedo, but now? My appearance was the last thing on my mind.

Afanas's voice broke me out of my trance

"I know man. But this is the one event you can't ditch. The UOC ball is where all the important shit goes down. Do you know how many potential trade partners we can make? Do you also know that by not going, you're pratically waiving your middle finger at every rival organization? I know the timing is shit, but it's nonnegotiable" Alana's sat next to me, pulling out a packet of crystal meth.

I paused and frowned at him.

"Have you been watching Breaking Bad?" I asked, watching in mild distaste as my best friend inhaled a glass meth crystal.

His face turned bright red as he coughed and glared at me, "no. I'm just under some stress."

His nostrils flared as they puffed out, clearly irritated from the narcotics.

My fists clenched, "you don't think I am? The only good thing that's ever happened to me is gone. And I don't know what the fuck to do."

Afanas raked a hand through his dark hair, and nodded solemnly.

I held my face in my hands and shook my hand, "fuck. I don't even know if she still loves me anymore, if she even wants anything to do with me."

Afanas stared at me for a long while, before chuckling and shaking his head.

"What?" I asked.

"You mean the world to her man." He finally said "it's been months, and when I saw her...she still talked about you like you put stars in the sky. You mean something to her. But you cannot give up on her. You sent her away once, and you cannot do that again."

He paused before continuing, "you don't get it man. You will never meet a girl like that again. If you give up on her, you will fucking regret it. You'll regret it because one day you're going to see her holding hands with someone that took your chance. She won't even fucking notice you because she's too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And fuck dude, it'll burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face, and realizing that you're not the reason anymore. And then it will finally hit you: it was her, it was always her."

My eyes began burning at his words.

And we were silent.

It's true. I pushed her away to keep her safe, but all it did was destroy me from the inside out.

"Fuck." I cursed under my breath, pulling a fat joint from my jacket pocket and sparking it up.

I blew a cloud out and glanced at my very high best friend.

That man has been with me since the start, ever since I was a boy. I know how much he cares for Calla, and I am thankful for him, to help me bring the love of my life back to me.

"Where is she?" I asked quietly, taking a drag from my joint.

Afanas sniffed, wiping his nose as he glanced at me, "I don't know man. But we're close. The American mafia took her from us, and the American mafia will be at the UOC ball tonight, maybe we can talk to them."

I finished off the joint, and nodded, pulling two .9 mm pistols from my dress pants, and slipping them into my suit jacket.

Afanas stood up, his eyes blood red, "we'll get her back man. You run one of the most powerful organizations in the world. People fear you. And fear...well that shit does something to people, the fear you cause can give you everything, and I promise you, that fear...it'll bring her back."

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Calla's POV:

Okay. So toilet seat didn't work. Fucking shit.

Now all I have are my incredibly lacking karate skills.

There was a knock at the door, and I hid behind the door, my heart thumped heavily in my chest.

There was a pause after the knock, before the door opened and Luka walked in.

"FOR NARNIA!!!!" I screamed, jumping onto his unusually dense shoulders.

He didn't even fucking budge, even when I licked my finger and rammed it into his ear.

I wrapped my legs around his neck as I sat on top of his shoulders, questioning why he failed to even falter.

"Calla, please tell me why you are on top of me?" His voice came out mildly annoyed.

I sighed and poked his head, "can I come down now?"

"Please." He muttered, his arms encircling my waist and he lifted me from his shoulders and placed me on the floor in front of him.

"Are you Jesus?" I questioned, sitting criss cross on the floor, my arms wrapping around my legs.

His lips turned up into a small smirk, "hardly."

"What gave me away?" I asked "was it the battle cry? I thought it was pretty good."

His weight shifted, "I believe it was your lack of weight and strength."

"I could use a different battle cry?" I ignored him "like Condoms are Key!! Or or or just scream VAGINA!"

He didn't even smile as he shook his head.

My brows furrowed, "what about just like a sound? Like RAWR XD, or or HI-YAH!"

He shook his head once more, his irritation was evident as he crossed his arms.

"Whore." I muttered.

We were silent for a moment, his dark blue eyes stared at me heavily. And I think I was just now realizing that this...beast was my brother in law. That's so fucking weird.

"Do you understand your role for tonight?" His voice brought me out of my trance.

I shook my head slowly.

"You are to stay with me, and look pretty. Your oblivion is key, most of the girls there will be just like you, they are simply pretty things to decorate powerful men."

Wow. That was gross.

I stared up at him sadly, this was my fucking life now. I have been torn away from the love of my life, taken away from my friend, and now placed in a position where my only usefulness was my appearance.

Sometimes I wish I looked like Post Malone.

He sighed at my sad eyes, and sat down in front of me.

"There are going to be very dangerous men there. I know this is all new to you, but I promise, as long as you don't draw attention to yourself, and be a good little girl, then all will be fine."

I've actually been in this situation many times. I'm kinda a pro.

"What's going to happen to me when the ball is over?" I asked solemnly "are you going to sell me back to those American freaks?"

He hesitated, and I felt my heart drop completely. I pushed my accent away as I spoke

"You are, Aren't you? You're just fucking renting me like some slut. Use me all you want you bastard, but don't you fucking dare sell me back to those fuck faces, because I swear to god if you do I'll burn you like a piece of fucking bacon."

His eyes were dark as hell, and I knew I should choose my words very carefully, but I couldn't contain myself, I was enraged.

My eyes grew sad as I glanced at the floor.

"I won't give you back, you have my word. And if anything goes wrong tonight, I'll be there to save you."

His words were empty promises.

"I'm not the kind of princess that needs saving. I'm definitely not a princess at all. You can pretend to be the gallant fucking savior all you want. But you should know that I'm in this position because of you. You can be that little knight in shining armor all you fucking want, that's fine. But get that saving me part out of your fucking ass. I'm not a damsel in distress, you have no idea how much I am able to overcome. I'm not some poor girl that needs saving, if anything, I'm a vengeful bitch with a severe case of pyromania. And if you get too close, I will burn everything."

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