We stared at each other in silence, his eyes bled into mine as I tapped uncomfortably on the cutlery.  

He had ordered a glass of expensive wine for himself, and I demanded a glass of scotch.

I was only 18 but no questions were asked when it came to the magnificent Sinister Velkov.

It was incredibly peculiar, the way that this establishment seemed to fear him. The way that everyone seemed to fear him. If anyone even dared to question the Devils authority, I had the feeling that they would be killed.

His beautifully dangerous eyes followed me as I I glanced around the restaurant. I had never been somewhere this fancy before.

"Let's talk business, little girl."

He glanced dangerously at me, his slicked hair shone in the candle light, and it fucking sucked that my biggest enemy had to be this fucking sexy.

"I need a pretty little thing to be at my side, and I think that could be you."

Yet again, my mouth spoke before my mind could stop it.

"More than half a million dollars seems a little more than thinking, your highness."

His lips moved up in an amused smile. I don't know what I was doing, I was insane for speaking to someone like him the way that I was. It was almost suicidal, and yet, here he sat...fully amused.

I silently cursed at myself as I took a large gulp of the heavy scotch.

"Da, that is true, but the thing is, you're trouble."

I raised my eyebrows, "trouble?"

He nodded slowly, "I don't do trouble. I have enough to deal with when it comes to taking care of my mafia, I don't need a child getting in the way."

I finished off my first scotch and watched as it was immediately refilled.

"And how, your excellency, will I get into trouble?"

Sip

"Running, resisting, disrespecting. Suka, I can go all day, but that's not the fucking point. The point is, I need you to commit to this....agreement and promise not to cause more problems. I may have bought you, but your feistiness wasn't apart of my purchase. I want it gone."

Sip. sip. sip.

I felt angry, my 'feistiness' was what made me, me. This shitty little dildo fuck can't just kill my spirit.

I will make his life hell.

"Is this clear, Suka?"

I bit my tongue back from saying something I knew he would make me regret.

"Yes captain."

He tapped his wine glass impatiently, "it's Sinister. My name is fucking Sinister."

"You certainly are."

Wowwowowowowowow. I'm sooo dumb.

Minutes passed and I finished off two more glasses of scotch.

"So what exactly, will I be doing?"

"Well first off, you need to....improve. Afanas will work with you to make sure you can defend yourself."

I stared, "what the freak fack?! You're going to fucking teach me to fucking fight?"

He cautiously gazed around us to see if we had drawn attention.

"Just the basics, Suka." He said in a hushed tone.

"Then you will sit at my meetings, satisfy my personal needs, attend events and stand by my side so that everyone will see balance in my system."

I said nothing. What could I say?

No matter what objections I had, I had no other choice in the matter.

This wasn't a 'can you?' conversation. It was a 'you will." conversation.

"Under no fucking circumstances will you disrespect me, or any of my men, or disobey me, is this clear my little whore?"

Sip. Sip. Sip. Sip. Sip.

My head spun from all of the alcohol and I felt myself becoming heavily intoxicated.

"Perfectly"

INCREDIBLY SHORT CHAPTER IM SOO SORRY.
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BUTTT Calla is getting drunk, and her decision making is going to get pretty shitty and also all of her guidelines were just set by Sinister.

What do you think is going to happen in the next chapter?