Chapter 27

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Calla's POV:

The sight of pure money, was what hit me first.

Hundreds of people stood in a massive ballroom, all dressed to the occasion. Body guards lined the entrances. A live orchestra played music on the stage.

I continued to stare in pure awe.

Sinister led me through the massive room, people stared, apparently Sinister never brought women to events.

I watched him as we walked through the posh room. He wore a fierce dark face, and eyes that seemed to flash and glitter with savage laughter, his dark tousled hair was neat, yet not at all. All his movements were large and perfectly balanced, his steps were calculated, each one of his motions were made with complete diction and power.

He could have been a god himself, perfectly dangerous.

"Calla, I recommend not hiding your accent, I think it would set better among my people to know that I am with another Russian."

I nodded slowly, managing to tear my eyes away from him.

I was so nervous, my lips trembled as I allowed Sinister to lead me through the staring crowds of people.

"Sinister!"

I turned to see a young man approaching us, he looked to be around Sinisters age; in his mid twenties.

He was charming enough, with blonde hair and dazzling eyes, he was dressed smartly, and smiled at us.

He and sinister shook hands.

"It's great that you came, and with a date for once."

The man nodded at me kindly. I smiled a little, he totally roasted Sinister.

"Calla, this is Christian Jacobs."

I smiled politely, his name sounded familiar...

"Are you, perhaps, in any relation to the Jacobs weaponry corporation?"

He smiled, obviously pleased that I recognized his name.

"The very one." He nodded.

We continued to speak, our conversation was light and polite, drifting from simple conversations of wine preferences, to complex ones like arms dealing. I tried my best to not be annoying.

We were in mid conversation when we were suddenly interrupted.

"Sinister Velkov" a Russian voice boomed, I turned to see a man with dark hair and scary eyes, he stood six and a half feet tall, his stature towered over seemingly lesser men, he smiled a bleach white smile. I took in his tattoos that snaked around his arm, a Mafia symbol that I hadn't seen before was embroidered into his suit. Christian faded back, almost as if he didn't want to get involved.

Sinister seemed to freeze a little before addressing the man.

"Damian, pleasure." Sinister nodded politely.

"So formal, if we are to be business partners, why not friends?"

Sinister hesitated slightly, almost as if he didn't know what to say. Sinister Velkov always has something to say.

"The term friends is thrown around so carelessly nowadays, don't you think?" Sinister nodded, as if what he just said wasn't bitchy.

Damian smirked slightly, his lips tightening a little. "Very true, but this is a ball, it's the best time to make friends." At this, his eyes drifted to me, and holy fucking god I wish they hadn't. It was as if he was staring through me, his eyes grazing over me as if he had found something valuable, something he had no intention of letting go.

Whatta fuck head. His eyes roamed me, and I fe;t the sudden urge to throw up.

His eyes paused as they found my necklace, my legs shuddered slightly as a slow, small smile played on his lips.

"I suppose we've all been making friends recently, Sinister? Would you mind introducing me to your...date?" He spoke the word date as if he was testing it on his tongue for the first time. His eyes still remained trained on the necklace that bore the Russian Mafia insignia.

Sinister stiffened slightly at my side, his hot hands formed tight on my back.

"Certainly" he glanced at me carefully "this is Calla Levkin, my date."

Hah, of course he knew my real name. It had just dawned on me that I should never try and lie to Sinister Velkov, he would always find out the things I try to hide. Evans, did I even look like a girl with the last name Evans?

I nodded slightly at the man that stood in front of us, hoping that it was recognition enough.

Instead of leaving it at that, he grasped my hand in his and pressed it to his cold, slimy lips. I felt myself cringe, I don't like snakes like him.

"Pleasure, Miss Levkin" he glanced at Sinister "she certainly is a trophy."

I felt myself turn red with humiliation. Yes, a trophy. Something to be won, bought, and stolen. I'm everyone's to look at, but no one's to be cared for. Sinister bought me like a whore, and that's exactly what I was.

My smile didn't reach my eyes, he made me feel dirty.

He turned to Sinister, " Skol'ko Ona?" (How much was she?)

I felt myself turn sick, but I said nothing.

"Ona ne byla kuplena."Sinister replied sharply.(She wasn't purchased.)

"YA ne durak, Zloveshchiy. Malen'kaya veshch' drozhit, yasno, chto ona zdes' protiv yeye voli." (I'm no fool, Sinister. The little thing is shaking, it's clear she's here against her will.)

"Ona zdes' po sobstvennoy vole. Mne skazali, chto mne nuzhen partner, chtoby poluchit' vizual'nuyu stabil'nost' v kachestve lidera." (She is here on her own free will. I was told I needed a partner in order to gain visual stability as a leader. That's what this girl is, stability to my Mafia.)

I felt like punching something, punching someone. They spoke of me as if I wasn't even here, my self respect vanished.

"I'm not a whore." I stated hardly, Damian seemed taken aback that I had even understood what they were talking about, his eyes going wide for a moment as he glared at me.

"You speak Russian, love?"

"I am Russian." I felt myself wanting to slap his stupid face, immature and foolish, I know. I'm in a room full of hundreds of the most dangerous people alive and I should probably refrain from getting myself killed, but I'm an 18 year old girl, I'm emotional, and I'm a total bitch, so fuck it.

I made an attempt to move at him, when suddenly I felt Sinister hold me back, he totally knew I was going to punch him.

"Calla..." Sinister said in a warning tone " let me formally introduce you to Damian Vashchenko, he is running the southern Russian Mafia, and is here to conduct business."

His arms were solid and rough around me, as he locked me in a subtle, yet bruising hold.

Oh fuck, yeah, maybe punching a mob boss wasn't my best idea.

"So a Russian whore? Tell me, love, what's that like?"

Fuck it, he's going down.

I made another weak attempt to launch myself at him, but Sinister forced me by his side, my strength was no match for his immense power, but I wanted to slap the shit out of that Russian fucker.

"Feisty slut, isn't she?" Damian grinned slightly, as if he had told some incredibly funny joke. "Tell me, Sinister. How much was she? I'll double it. I could always use some pretty new toys...I fuck hard baby girl." He winked as his eyes openly trailed my body, he licked his lips like the dog he was.

Sinister tensed, "she's not for sale, Damian."

Shame filled my body, and my eyes sprung hot with tears, the way they talked about me made me feel worthless.

"Besides, you could never afford Calla. Now get out of my sight."

My head sprung up, he defended me. Sinister defended me. I heard a few people gasp as they listened to our conversation.

Damian stormed off and I felt Sinister carefully lead me away, his hand hot against my back. He pulled me off to the side, I opened my mouth to say something, but I was at a total loss for words. He actually defended me, against someone whose good side he was supposed to be on.

"Calla, are you okay?"

My eyes gazed into his powerful beauty, and suddenly when he stared at me I swear I couldn't breathe.

I stared at him in silence, there were so many things I wanted to say. But I couldn't bring myself to say anything. So I just stared. He raised a calloused hand to my face and wiped a tear from my cheek.

"Calla." His voice turned hard, so I nodded.

"I'm fine, yeah I'm fine. Thanks for defending me."

He looked back to where Damian had stormed off to, and glanced at me.

"Yeah, that's probably going to cause a lot of issues, but he was out of line."

"Issues?"

He shrugged slightly, "don't worry."

"Bu-"

He raised a hand and silenced me.

"Do you want to dance?"

A small smile played on my lips, "I can't dance."

He grinned boyishly and looked me up and down, "no, probably not. But I just happen to be a fantastic dancer."

He directed me through crowds of fancily dressed people, they all stared at us, questions and curiosity filled their eyes.

We passed by a waiter carrying glasses of champagne and Sinister took two, he handed me one with a warning;

"Calla, don't get drunk. I can barley deal with you sober."

We tossed back the expensive drink as he led me onto the ballroom floor.

A beautiful melody began playing, sinister took my body into his hands, panic washed through me.

"Sinister, I really can't dance."

"Just follow my lead."

The music started off slow, and keeping up with Sinister was fairly easy. Two steps back, two to the left, two forward, and two to the right.

My body began to find a sort of rhythm, that is, until the pace of the music began to pick up.

I stumbled a bit as I made a poor attempt at twirling, Sinister grinned slightly, his lips pressed to my ear as he whispered to me hotly.

"Just let go, stop trying to learn it, just feel it."

I closed my eyes softly, feeling his warm hands around my waist, he pulled me impossibly close.

We danced to the music, our feet in perfect sync to the beating of my heart. As the song progressed I felt myself begin to relax, feeling pleasure in they way we seemed to be perfectly in tune with one another. No one else seemed to matter, and it was like the whole world disappeared. I felt my body give into his, my eyes closed as I felt the sweet melody of our bodies.

"Hold on" he whispered in my ear, and as the final note erupted from the orchestra, Sinister dipped me, low. My arms wrapped securely around his neck, his hands holding my body as if I weighed absolutely nothing.

We seemed to stay like that for hours, our bodies pressed closely together, when the song was finished Sinister set me carefully back on my feet.

I glanced around the room to see hundreds of other people staring, the couples that were dancing had even stopped to watch.

"Sinister" I whispered softly "Everyone is looking at us" he took my hand in his and squeezed it softly, "Really," he chuckled softly, "I haven't noticed."


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