Aleksei's not dead :)

Also, this isn't edited, I'm SO SORRY ):

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My brother was always cruel growing up, and I use the term "brother" very loosely. The only relationship we had, was that we both came out of the same womans vagina.

Illeya was violent, mean and angry. He had always been that way. I never got to have that overprotective brotherly relationship, because the truth of the matter, was that Illeya never cared about me that much.

He held grudges like no man could. He held onto them for dear life, and I've always known that he would rather die believing he was right, rather than living knowing he was wrong.

I felt so much rage in my body, that it was making me shake. I felt my anger pool inside of me, cover every inch of my body like sweat. It seeped into my pours and made my skin flush red.

Illeya couldn't just let me be happy, could he? He didn't want to let me love my life. He wanted to burn it down.

"Drive faster." I demanded.

My men had arrived at Rachel's house hours ago. I had Gabriel track Sinisters cell phone, which was surprisingly turned on. I thought it would be like in one of those movies, where the bad guy destroyed the cell phone, so that the cops couldn't trace him. But the thing is, is that Illeya didn't fear the cops. Nobody in the Mafia feared the law, because to us, it was breakable. If I called the cops right now, they would do nothing. To them, the world would be a more peaceful place without men like Sinister.

"He's at a warehouse in Brookdayle. It's a half an hour away from here." Gabriel said sodtly.

There were 15 trucks, all full to the brim with Mafia criminals, dangerous men, my men. Christan Jacobs, the Mafia's weapon supplier, had done well. We ordered hundreds of guns, and explosives. AR-15's, AKM's, SAR-80's, and AR-18's. We also got detonating explosives, grenades, and 6 rocket launchers.

I would kill every man in that warehouse. I didn't give a shit what it took, I didn't care how much it would cost. I was going to get Sinister back.

"Turn off the headlights." I ordered the man driving, my hands gripping the back of the drivers seat with anxiety.

"Cal, take some deep breaths. We're going to get him back. There's hundreds of us." Afanas said lowly, his hand gently placed on my shoulder.

I felt my body tremble, "But what if it's too late? What if they already killed him?" My voice shattered as I spoke the words.

Afanas glanced at the ground, his eyes dimming in the low light of the night. When he looked back up at me, his eyes were wide with strength and courage. His lips dipping until they formed a tight, straight line.

"We can't afford to think like that, Cal. Sinister never gave up on you. The thought of you dead, never crossed his mind." His words were tight, and low with the truth.

I glanced past his shoulders, watching in the darkness behind the car as dozens of armored trucks followed. I looked back at him, my eyes watering.

"This is different..." I said softly, my hand tightening around the leather of the seat.

He shook his head, "It's not. Sinister's alive, and you're going to go in there, and burn all of those motherfuckers to the ground."

He held up a lighter, the flame reflecting in the gloss of his eyes.

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Sinister's POV:

I've always been on the brink of death. It's the kind of thing a man like me deals with, I'm always in danger, and that's fine. I've killed so many people in my life. I've killed men, and women. I've torn families apart...I'm a bad man.

I wake up every morning, knowing very well, that it could be my last. And that's fine with me. The only thing I've ever feared, is the loss of my family. That's why, when I thought Afanas had died, it truly killed me.

But I'm at peace. Calla is safe, Afanas is alive, and I'm going to be okay.

"Look at me you fucker!!!" Illeya roared next to me.

Oh, right. The only thing that sucks about this whole "dying" thing, is how much it hurts. I wheezed, coughing up a spray of blood as Illeya's fist connected with my face.

Pain seared up my jaw, I felt it crack, as sharp, burning streaks flew up my face. I didn't make a noise, I didn't even scream.. Because it's okay. It's gonna be okay. I'm fine.

"Not so pretty now, are you?" Illeya muttered smugly. His molten, burned face turned into some kind of sick sneer, his face drooping as he grinned.

"I'm still prettier than you." I spat out a pool of blood. We were in a dark warehouse, and I was strapped to a chair. Really original, I know. God, this man has zero originality.

Illeya chuckled darkly, "Not for long." He pulled a jagged blade from his jacket sleeve. It reflected the light of the warehouse, it's sharp edges mocking me.

"You want to know what I'm gonna do to you?" He seethed, his accent blurring his words.

"Oh yeah baby" I spat "talk dirty to me."

His fist connected with my jaw again and I let out a small groan, as a searing pain flew into my nose. Hot liquid poured from my broken nose, and dribbled into my mouth. I spat as the metallic blood flew out of my mouth.

"You're gonna die, Sinister Velkov." He sneered again, caressing the jagged blades of the knife.

I ignored the pain that covered my body, "That's fine, Illeya. I'm okay with it."

Illeya rolled his eyes, the skin under his sockets peeling. "You're a bitch, you know that? You didn't even fucking fight. You just gave yourself over like a pussy."

I didn't, and he knew that. I saved Calla. If I had fought, they would have killed her. I was giving my life for hers, and that was a sacrifice that would go without questioning. I hadn't even given it a second thought. I was ready to die.

I had spent my life not believing in god. A man like me couldn't fret about things like that. If I did, I wouldn't be able to do the things I've done. I would always worry about His judgement, Gods judgement, and it would have been the death of me.

But if there is somehow a greater place, then I knew where I was going. I was going to burn in Hell for the sins I've committed.

I think that's the only thing I was scared of. The unknown. I was scared of the thought, that the second I die, there's nothing. Just this dark, empty nothingness that consumes men like me. And I'll spend the rest of eternity in this lonely darkness. I'll never get to see Calla be happy again, never get to see her set someone on fire, never get to hear her bright, bubbly laugh.

Because, if there really is a Heaven, where good people go to watch over their loved ones. I wasn't going there. I'd burn for my sins. I'd be alone.

I felt a sharp, excruciating pain slice at my side, and I yelled out in pain as Illeya's blade sliced through my shoulder. Blood poured from my shoulder as I screamed out in agony.

"Hurts, doesn't it? It's not gonna kill you, because that would ruin my fun. But it sure as hell hurts." Illeya chuckled.

My teeth clenched together, my heart slamming through my chest as I felt my tendons being literally ripped apart.

He pulled the blade out of me, and my voice screamed out, ringing across the walls. My head began to feel light as this sharp, white hot pain seared inside of me.

I cursed under my breath as I felt my blood flow out of me, Illeya's fists connected with my broken jaw, and I threw up another pool of blood.

This shit hurts like hell.

I heaved, feeling black spots flicker into my vision. Is this what all the men I've tortured, felt? This sharp, excruciating pain that burned my insides?

I slumped into the chair, the hot, metallic stench of blood filled the air. My body convulsing and withering with violent agony.

"Now..." Illeya chuckled, pulling a smaller blade from his pocket, "let's cut off those fingers. I heard they're as easy to snap as a carrot. Let's see if they're as easy to cut."

His burned body took two, long strides towards me. Gripping my bloodied hand in his, as he pressed the blade slowly into my thumb, and pushed down.

Just as I felt as though he would cut through the bone....

There was a hail of gunfire.

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Aleksei
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