Fun Fact: I lost my virginity at prom

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QUESTION: how did you guys find my book? (This one, or I Am Not A Prostitute)

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"Calla your scaring me..." Sebastian said slowly, his hands tightly gripping the wheel of my Audi.

I had the gun shoved at his dick. I felt so empowered and yet scared as fuck. It was hard to believe that almost a year ago I was a little girl with no family, no money, bitchy friends, and no future. It was almost a year ago that I was taken away from my life, thrown into the world of the mafia, and falling in love with the man who turned my world upside down. So much had changed. When Sinister asked me to marry him, I thought that was the complete turning point of my life. I thought that was the moment when things would start to turn beautiful, where I would no longer have to worry about the next step to take in life, because at that time...I thought Sinister was the next step, and the last step.

Now, here I was, a stupid bitch who broke the code of silence, who put a target on her best friends back, and who was currently holding a gun to her friends dick.

Things have certainly changed, but it hadn't been for the better.

"Calla...why don't you put the gun down?" Sebastian asked shakily. He had been driving 15 miles under the speed limit for the past four hours, and it was pissing me off.

"Are you Asian? No. Are you a woman? No. Drive faster you prick." I demanded. I was pissed as fuck, this man had been lying to me the entire time.

He knew how much it killed me to not have Sinister. He knew how much it hurt me to feel so alone, and yet he let me fall down a dark path and destroy myself completely.

Sucks for you fuckhead.

His heavy foot slammed on the accelerator as the speedometer climbed over the speed limit.

"Calla you're not thinking clearly. You don't understand the severity of what you're doing, darlin'." His voice was slow and calculated, almost as if he thought I was a bomb that was about to explode at any second.

KABOOM. Kill yourself.

"You're right, Seb. I don't know what I'm doing, all I know is that I want to see Sinister. And I'll do anything to be with him."

His bright eyes flickered over to mine, "will you at least put the gun down? You're freaking me out. I don't trust you with that thing."

I hesitated, my finger hovered over the trigger. Finally I sighed, setting the gun down on my lap.

I've done a lot of crazy things in my short life. I've thrown a toilet seat at someone, I've killed a girl I once called my friend, I've threatened the lives of numerous mobsters, I even got fingered by Afanas...but breaking Omerta? That was some stupid shit.

I heard the buzzing of Sebastians phone on the dashboard, I quickly grabbed it, my eyes scanning the sleek screen for text messages.

There were 67 missed calls and 128 text messages, all from Afanas.

"Whats your password?" I glared at him.

He passed a Toyota on the freeway. Fuck Toyotas.

"I'm not telling you, darlin'." He smirked, his eyes glancing at me.

I huffed, typing in my best guesses for his password: Pussy, Obama, Viagra, Deep-Throat, Poptropica, and even Lesbian Threesome.

None of my guesses were right.

"Seabass, tell me."

"Nope."

"Sebastian, I will literally smoke all of your weed right now, if you don't tell me."

"Nope."

I sighed, "I swear to Jesus Mary Joseph and Holy Saint Patrick, I will shoot your dick off and feed it to my pet shark."

He paused, "You don't have a pet shark, darlin'."

"Wanna bet?" I challenged, my patience was running thin, "I may not have a pet shark, but nothing would make me happier than to shoot the Herpes right off your dick."

He bit down on his lip and sighed, "Fine...it's D, A, D, D, Y."

I raised my eyebrow at him, my lips curling into a smile, "Daddy?"

"shut up." His face was now glum as I typed the password into the phone and clicked on his messages.

I frowned when I noticed he didn't have any texts or calls from Sinister.

"Do you not have Sinister's phone number?"

He shrugged, his eyes focused on the road, "Not many people have the bosses number."

I paused, "you can be tracked if you make a call, right?"

His lips turned up in a grin, "you're a smart girl."

Thanks, bud.

I clicked on Afanas's name, reading through all of his recent texts to Sebastian. It mostly consisted of all upper case letters telling Sebastian to answer his fucking phone, to stop me from getting to Sinister, and death threats.

I grinned as I started a text:

What are you wearing rn? I typed, a small smile plastering my face.

He responded immediately: What the fuck? Where the fuck is Calla? Call me so I can track you.

I shook my head, Afanas underestimates my abilities.

I simply responded with

:)

He responded: Calla what the fuck do you think you're doing? Do you know how dangerous this is, you ignorant little cunt!!!

Wow, he's no fun.

Have fun jacking off to pictures of Oprah Winfrey! I clicked the phone off.

Sebastian's face was stern, his eyes glued to the road. I knew I owed this man everything, after all, he did save me when I was kidnapped. But then again, this little shit face has been spying on me this entire time, so I'm not exactly swaying towards the option where I don't shoot his dick off.

"You do know how dangerous this is, right? I really don't think you understand what's going on." His eyes were dim.

I coked my head to the side, "What do you mean?"

He sighed, "I mean, the entire time you were living in that sweet little apartment that Sinister purchased for you, you've been under the protection of the Russian Mafia. You might not have known, but there were always people watching out for you, reporting back to Sinister. It wasn't just me. There were always men following you, trying to keep you safe from the real danger. And know that you've run away? There is no protecting you."

I felt my heart sink, "I knew there was this one guy, the guy I shot at the club...but I thought that was because Sinister wanted to keep tabs on me. Why would he need to protect me? I thought the whole point of him leaving me, was to keep me safe?"

His shoulders dipped slightly and he let out a breath, "The wife of the boss, is never safe. You will always be a target, no matter where you are. Sinister just thought you'd be safer away from him. He will never be able to ensure your full protection."

I had never thought of it that way. I never knew he always had people watching me, other than having Sebastian spy on me. I honestly thought he had forgotten about me.

"We'll be there soon, I think" I said slowly
"I know I might not have done the best thing...but what's the point of loving someone, if you don't do reckless things to be with them?"

I didn't want to think about the repercussions of my actions, I couldn't. I know breaking Omertà was stupid and impulsive.

But what a terrible waste of life it would be, to always take the easy path, to never know what it is to risk everything for the person you love?

I may not be a powerful, dangerous mob boss, or a person with any power at all. I may not have the money, title, or influence like Sinister, to protect the ones I love.

I'm not perfect...I'm reckless, impulsive, occasionally self-destructive, and prone to severe spells of sadness. But I would fight, until every bone in my body was broken, to be with and protect the man I love.

Sebastian said nothing and the car was silent. I felt the wheels begin to slow down as we pulled off the freeway.

"Where are we going?" I asked slowly, my hands gripping the metal of the gun. I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head.

"We're low on gas." He shrugged as the car sped down a dark road towards a very dimly lit town.

My eyes were glued forward, watching as dark, shadowed trees flew past my vision. It was creepy, especially during the evening, this felt weird.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something fly in front of our car. The sounds of screeching tires and shattered glass filled my ears as the car flipped.

My body was thrown towards the windshield, the seat belt suffocating my lungs as the car continued to flip. I let out a shill scream as the walls of the car collapsed on themselves, and all I saw was glass.

I groaned as my eyes began to flutter shut, the whole world seemed to be silent. All that could be heard was the sound of my heart slamming against my chest.

All I saw was a pair of sleek, black shoes in front of me as my eyes hooded over, and I lost consciousness with the blink of an eye.

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Not edited, because I'm in school, and I'm lazy.

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Xx -Aleksei