Sorry for getting super preachy in my note last chapter.

When having sexual intercourse, the male should always stimulate the citreous, for both male and female satisfaction.

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Sinister's POV:

"Sinister, you can't just shoot him." Afanas said lowly to me as I passed through the swarms of men and women.

I ignored the stares that I received, I knew that this event was a time for me to make alliances and agreements among my people. But nothing could ever take priority over Calla.

I felt the rage for my brother pulse through my veins like blood. I knew this anger would cloud my judgement, so I did my best to think clearly.

"I'm gonna shoot him."

Afanas stopped walking and grabbed my arm, his dark eyes were serious.

"Sin, you can't do that man. I mean, I hate the guy, But look at where we are. The second you pull out your gun, all hell will break loose. Calla could even get hurt in the commotion. You can't do that."

Who knew Afanas would EVER be my voice of reason.

"Hey!! SLUTBAG!!" I turned my attention to a very pissed off brunette walking our way.

Rachel approached Afanas, her face flushed in fury.

"Did you really fucking ditch me? You told me the ball was on the ROOF. I've been looking around for a fucking hour you whore." She crossed her pale arms.

Afanas grinned. "oops?"

"Where's the beer? I need beer." She huffed, her green eyes looking all around the room.

Her gaze finally settled on me and she frowned.

"What's up with him?" she asked Afanas. motioning towards me.

I glared at her, not in the mood to explain.

Afanas took in a breath, "Let's just say Calla's here. And she's being...detained by Sinisters psychotic brother."

Her big green eyes widened, "are you fucking serious? Let's shoot that deranged Elf."

I sighed, "That's what I'm saying."

Afanas stepped in the middle of us, straightening out his suit jacket.

"We're not going to shoot him. But I do have a plan. Here's what we're gonna do..."

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Calla's POV:

"Hey, Santa Clause. Why don't you go ahead and jack off to a snowman, and let me LEAVE." I winced as he pulled me desperately through the crowds of criminals.

I was trying my best not to freak out, but how could I not? It's been months since I had seen Sinister, and now that I finally had him...he wasn't even mine.

Luka came to a halt, his dark blue eyes were wild and ferocious.

"What the fuck was that?" He growled, shoving me towards an empty hallway.

I frowned, trying to look innocent, "What do you mean?"

"With Sinister. Do you know him?"

YES.

"No. why would you think that?"

He raked a shaky hand through his hair, "Oh, well, I don't know, maybe because of the way you fucking looked at each other? Or maybe because of how much you two chatted."

I shrugged, "He's a good looking dude, I can't help myself."

"Don't you dare start acting like the whore we both know you are." He seethed, his arms tightened around me.

"If I'm such a fucking whore, then why the fuck did you bring me here? Couldn't get pussy on your own, so you had to buy some?"

What happened next was completely unexpected. Luka reeled back and slapped me with so much force that I fell to the floor. Tears sprung into my eyes as my cheek stung, I held my face in my hands as I held back sobs, staring at the deranged monster that stood before me.

"Get the fuck up." He growled, pulling at the strap on my dress so hard that it ripped.

I still held my cheek in my hand as a hot tear slipped down my face. I shakily stood up, my knees trembling as he grabbed my shoulders, pulling me towards the front doors.

"Let's go. We're leaving. You have ruined this night."

He dragged me along with him like some useless toy.

Tears now poured freely down my face as I saw the dark side of Luka.

"And don't even think for a second that you wont be punished for this. I once promised you I wouldn't sell you back to the Americans. And I won't. But trust me when I tell you this, tonight, you're going to wish I sold you back." His face formed into some kind of sick sneer, his blue eyes turned black with rage.

I whimpered as he pulled me outside, the cool air numbing my stinging, and most certainly bruised cheek.

A sleek black car pulled up, and one of Luka's men stepped out of the car to open the door for us. But not before a pool of blood appeared on his crisp white shirt, and a knife appeared.

I was about to scream, but not before the mans killer revealed himself. Sinister.

Hope pooled through my body, and adrenaline kicked in as Sinister wiped a smudge of blood off of his impeccable suit jacket.

"Hello, brother." He smiled darkly at Luka.

I felt Luka's entire body go stiff as he watched Sinister grin at him.

"S-Sinister, what the fuck are you doing?" His face paled.

"Oh, I stabbed your bodyguard in the back, quite literally. Sound familiar?" His voice was smooth and calculated.

"Why?" His grip remained firm on my arm.

"Well" his icy eyes flickered to mine "I'm here to get my wife back. Luka, meet Calla Levkin, my wife."

Luka turned to me, completely horrified, his grip didn't falter though. His eyes were wide with complete and utter disbelief.

"Sinister, what the fuck are you talking about?"

Sinister smiled, "Well, I believe I was quite clear, didn't you Afanas?"

"Crystal clear." Afanas's voice said deeply from behind us. I turned my head to glance at him and I felt tears of joy warming my eyes.

Rachel stood next to Afanas. She was wearing a massive green ballgown, and I felt like erupting in laughter. Laughs of happiness, and Laughs of pure and utter relief.

"Hey Cal, watcha been up to?" She grinned at me.

"Oh you know..." I sniffed "the usual."

Luka opened and closed his mouth, searching for words.

"Here's what's going to happen, brother. You will kindly give me my wife back, and I won't kill you. You destroyed our father, you will not destroy me."

"I purchased her, she is mine." Luka seethed, his grip was turning my skin purple.

"That is where you're wrong. She is not property." Sinister growled.

Luka made a weak attempt at pulling his gun from his jacket pocket, but both Sinister and Afanas beat him to it. They drew their firearms, pointing it directly at Luka's skull.

My heart thumped in my chest. There was no way out of this. Afanas had a gun pointed from behind, and Sinister had a gun pointed ahead.

"Might I make a small suggestion, shithead?" Afanas said "I recommend you get more than one bodyguard."

Sinister stood his ground, his stall stature, and menacing eyes would scare anyone. But not me. He was my beautiful monster.

Luka growled like the dog he was, shoving me with intense force towards Sinister.

I stumbled, but was immediately caught in warm, strong hands.

Sinister held me close to him with one hand, while the other still gripped his gun. His eyes were trained on his brother.

"I want you to get in your car and leave, we will never see each other again. Do I make myself clear, little brother?"

Luka's eyes were enraged as he slowly made his way towards the car. Before he got in, he turned to us.

"You will regret this."

Sinister still had a gun trained on him, "I'm afraid I won't, brother. You see, I have the Mob, I have the power, I have the family, and I have the girl. So you can go ahead and drown in self-pity and narcissism, because I have the one thing you never had, and never will have...I have love."

Luka slammed the door of the car, the tires squealed as he sped away.

What happened next was pure bliss.

Sinister enveloped me into a massive hug, pulling me off the ground completely, and smashed his lips to mine.

It was an earth-shattering kiss that made me forget the hell I had endured. It was a kiss that made me forgive every mistake that he had ever made.

His lips were warm and desperate against mine as he pulled me impossibly close to him.

He slowly pulled away, but kept the close distance between us, his breathing was sharp and heavy as his iced eyes glittered at me.

"I will never hurt you again." He breathed, grasping my face in his hands.

"I don't care." I whispered honestly. He could leave me for the moon and I wouldn't regret a second of the time we spent together. I know in this moment that I would rather have my heart broken than not have this beautiful moment. I made a contract with myself. I will love him and forget the consequences--He can have everything. That's what marriage is, isn't it? Love without regrets, and love unconditionally.

"You came back for me." I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck in a massive bear hug. I pressed my head into the small of his neck, letting my tears bleed into his jacket.

"I will always come back to you." He whispered into my hair, holding me close.

And in that moment I felt something that I never knew possible....

Perfection.

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YES YES YES YES YES

..... *takes in deep breath*

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Xx - Aleksei