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Also Oops, accidentally posted chapter 15 twice, oh well.

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Calla's POV:

When he left me, I went crazy. I would randomly burst into tears, and couldn't stop myself from screaming into my pillow, trying to tear myself apart. I was furious with him, with myself. He left me.

I remember my heart burning inside my chest when I had realized that I might never see him again. It was the kind of pain that drowns you completely, the kind of pain you not only feel in your heart, but in your mind and your soul.

Now, here I am, holding hands with my once gone, but never forgotten, husband.

I felt the coolness of his rings burn into my hand, and I felt like I was holding on for dear life. It was almost as though if I let go of his hand, I would be lost forever.

The music erupted around us, and bodies moved in close to us.

I stared into his beautiful icy orbs. They were the color of the crystal blue sea, the hue of the most beautiful things on earth, the storms of the silver sky, and all of my reasons why I live.

He smirked slightly, pulling me close to his, as his free hand grasped my waist with such force, it seemed like he never wanted to let go.

"Sinister..." I said quietly, my voice barley audible in the surge of music surrounding us.

"Yes, flower?"

That nickname made my legs feel weak, and I was thankful for his arm gripping my waist. Without his strength surrounding me, I felt as though I would fall completely.

"Don't leave me." I whispered, my eyes burning.

He paused, our dancing ceased. I held back the urge to look and see if anyone noticed the Russian mobster staring into the eyes of a nobody.

"Angel" he murmured, clasping my face between his ringed hands "I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me."

He must have sensed my body giving out, because his hands tore away from my face, and wrapped around my waist, holding me up.

I cautiously tore my eyes away from him, only to see Luka watching us intently.

Sinister followed my gaze to his suspicious brother.

"Do you think he knows?" I asked my fingers pulling at his suit jacket.

"If he doesn't now, he sure as hell will soon. Most of the men here know I've taken a bride, and they all know your name." His eyes were storming with thoughts, as he rhythmically danced with the music.

"I feel famous." I smiled slightly.

He chucked darkly, and I relished in the way his warm body hummed.

He pulled me closer to him, and I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, holding on for dear life as he dipped me so low to the ground that I felt my hair brush the ground.

"Sinister, what're we going to do?" I asked slowly.

He looked at me, dark humor dancing in his eyes.

"Well flower, you just leave that to me." I didn't miss the glint in his eyes.

I felt myself frown, motioning through the steps of the simple ballroom dance.

"Sinister...don't do anything stupid."

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Sinisters POV:

I was definitely going to do something stupid.

But people do crazy shit for love all the time. I had finally found my reason for living, and I wasn't going to let hundreds of criminals, or my fuckhead murderous brother ruin it.

She looked so beautiful, her big blue eyes were wide, her pouty lips curving into a small, uncertain smile.

Her eyes were big blue stars, and her lips were the galaxy. To me, she was the universe, curled up in to her lovely, pyromaniac, self.

True beauty is something so rare in this world. Calla was stunning, but it was the beauty she held in her heart that could bring a man to his knees.

I smiled softly at her, and she hesitates.

I knew she was begging for me to tell her something. If only I could tell her all the things racing through my mind.

I wanted to tell her that I knew her favorite words, her favorite drink, and the way she unintentionally bit her lip whenever she was deep in thought. I wanted to tell her the way I prided myself in memorizing the small freckles on her skin, and how they were like miniature stars forming their own little constellation. I wanted to tell her that I'd be there for her, for the rest of her life. I wanted to hear her bubbly, contagious, laugh. I wanted to tell her that everything was going to be okay, and that I would cherish her, that I memorized every creative curse word that she's ever said. I wanted to tell her that I loved her, and held every precious moment close to my heart.

But all I could to was smile at her, and hold her tightly to me.

I felt the song lull to a slow stop, and my world suddenly became not so perfect.

Bodies around us clapped respectively for the band, and my world was back in motion.

"Thank you for borrowing my date." Luka's words cut into me like a blade as he approached us.

My younger brother was many things. He was a narcissist, a liar, a cheat, and an inhumane being.

At the age of 18, I had inherited my fathers position as the Mob Boss. It was like a whole other world had drowned me and turned me into a monster. At first, I only accepted the position to make my father happy, but soon it became an obsession.

I had let the Russian Mob swallow me, and turn me into the feared monster I am today.

My younger brother had always wanted to learn the workings of the mob, he was jealous, because my father had turned his attention to me. Luka was always jealous, and it turned him into an animal.

When I came into command, I offered Luka the position as my right hand man. But he wanted more, he became obsessed with creating an empire of his own, and turned his back on my family.

There is only one rule of living in a world such as mine, and that is Omertà. Omertà is not only the code of silence, but it is the law of a family. I have thousands of brothers working with me in my empire, but my real brother turned his back on me.

My only true brother broke Omertà. He was enraged with my father for giving me the position. When I was only twenty, and Luka was 16,  he shot our father in the back.

Truly, he meant to kill him in a jealous rage, but gave my father a future worse than death. He paralyzed my father from the waist down.

"It was nice seeing you again, brother."

His words sprung me out of my thoughts, and I watched in complete agony as he placed his hands on Calla, leading her away.

Men do not touch, what isn't theirs. And Calla is mine.

She looked at me with such emotion...sadness, hope, and pain, as she was led away from me.

I will not let her be taken from me.

I felt my body roar with rage, and then a hard hand was placed on my shoulders.

Afanas.

"I have a fuck ton of questions, but imma bite my tongue for a sec. What's our plan?"

"I'm getting my flower back"

My fists clenched at my side as I watched her figure retreat

"Tonight."

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What do you think his plan is ??? :)

xx -Aleksei

Not edited, I'm lazy, SORRIE