Sinister's POV:

there was no denying my attraction towards Calla. I don't know how it happened, how I allowed something as simple as purchasing a prostitute for my own pleasure, morph into something so much more.

She was beautiful, with a beauty so severe and so solitary that at first it was startling. She wasn't like those girls in the magazines, her beauty was the kind to make you stop dead in your tracks.

She wasn't the kind of girl you see, and give your phone number to, hoping she'll call you. She was the kind of girl you walk up to, and pray that you're worth even a glance, a beauty so intense it hurts. You could see it in her eyes, that sparkle of humor that's manifested in every glance, the severe bravery she holds in every thick lashed blink.

I remember what I had said earlier, I had told her I cared about her, more than she'd ever know; and it was the truth.

She burned down the walls I had around me, demolished them, leveled my walls until almost nothing remained. She was dangerous.

I watched as she clutched her friend's hand, her knuckles turned white.

I glanced at her friend; Antonio's bitch.

Her blonde hair was plated down to the nape of her neck in sweat and grease, blood encrusted her nails, lips, and neck. Ugly purple bruises snaked their way throughout her body.

She looked like shit, and frankly I didn't fucking care. The only reason she was even alive was because of Calla.

We sat in the compounds lounge, all of my men had been instructed to steer clear. I knew that if they found out this girl was Antonio's girlfriend, they would no doubt kill her.

The blonde glared at me, it set me on fucking edge the way she was looking at me, almost as if I of all people, was in the wrong. When in fact, I'm the only one showing this worthless slut any mercy.

"Poslushay menya, blondie. You have will have zero contact with anyone outside this compound. You will follow all rules, because you are a guest. As a guest of the Russian mafia, you owe respect to all fucking rules." (Listen to me)

She nodded slowly, whispering something inaudible to Calla.

Calla's cheeks flushed pink, her big blue eyes flying open wide.

"What the fuck did you say, blondie?" I hissed.

She grinned slightly, "I was just telling my dear friend Calla, how this whole 'I'm in charge Liam Neeson' shit must be a major turn on for her lady boner."

I said nothing, my face was stone. Did this bitch really just say that to me? say that about me?

"Your sleeping quarters are next to Calla's" I continued "you are only to leave your room when instructed otherwise. You have no freedom in this compound, and I already have one bitch to look after, I don't need another."

Dick move, calling Calla out, but I couldn't let blondie think I've gone soft for Calla.

Calla's eyes found their way to the floor, her lips forming into a thin line.

"I can't have your filth around my compound, Afanas, my second in command, will see that you are cleaned. Let me warn you, if you cause any more fucking trouble for me, I will slit your dirty little throat, and have my men fuck you while you bleed out."

Afana's POV:

She screamed my name as I shoved myself deep inside her. Her neon pink acryllic nails dug into me, drawing blood. I like 'em kinky.

I had this slut doggy style. Her moans and cries of pleasure encouraged the fuck outta me as I fucked her hard.

Just as I felt myself about to cum, my phone went off.

Sin texted me:

Get downstairs. Now. Stop fucking some STD infested bitch.

I rolled my eyes. Sin was a total prick.

Fuck yourself. I replied as I thrust into her once more and felt my pleasure take over.

"Afannn" her squeaky little voice came as I pushed myself away from her, getting changed.

I sighed, "What do you want Charity?"

"Chasity." She corrected as she flipped over on the bed, her oversized tan titties bouncing all over.

"I literally don't care."

I buckled my jeans, looking around the room for my shirt.

"Looking for this?" She asked, her smile attempting to be seductive, but after fucking this bitch and hearing her poorly-rehearsed dirty talk, I wasn't really feeling it.

"Give it back, Welfare."

"My name is Chasity, Afan. Not Charity, not Welfare, and no, I wanna play."

I felt my temper rise, but made a semi-attempt to contain it because she just made me cum, and I was feeling generous.

"Chasity, give me my shirt back, I have to leave now." Sinister would get pissed if I didn't haul ass back to the compound.

She pouted, gripping my cotton shirt between her spray-tanned fingers.

You know what? Fuck it, I have no damn patience.

I pulled out my Beretta M9 pistol and raised it to her. Her drawn-in eyebrows flew up and she let out a whimper, still clutching my shirt.

"Listen, I don't give a fuck about your name. Now, either give me my shirt back, or I swear to god I will kill you. You're testing my patience."

She flung the shirt at me, all trace of playfulness was gone from her eyes, only an intense fear remained.

A small whimper came from her lips, and I felt no pity for her. She was a useless human being.

Hury the fuck up dickbag. Sinister texted me again.

This man had no patience.

I slipped on my shirt, leaving the room, I slammed the door on the way out.

When I approached Sinister, the last thing I expected to see was Antonios whore.

She looked like shit.

"The fuck is she doing here?" I growled, "the fuck is she even doing alive?"

Sinister glared up at me, and shitt, this man looked tired.

"She's going to be staying with us. I need you to get her cleaned up." Sinister muttered.

Calla quickly glanced at him, her gaze settling back on me.

Calla was making Sinister soft, before he met Calla, sinister would kill any bitch, and feel no remorse. He would destroy families, mercilessly fuck prostitutes, torture and burn men. But now...Sinister couldn't even kill one useless little cunt.

"Why?" I seethed "because Calla wants a play date? Jesus fuck, sinister. This little cunt has you wrapped around her finger."

Callas bright eyes dimmed as she flinched. Her ruby lips falling into a solemn expression.

Antonios girlfriend didn't even seem slightly bothered by the situation, and being bruised and bloody seemed totally okay with her.

Sinister tensed at my words, "do as I say, Afanas. eto poryadok." (That's an order).

What a douchebag.

I held up my middle finger,

Calla offered me a small, dazzling smile. I scoffed and turned away, now facing the blonde.

"You look like shit blondie, poydem." (Let's go.)

I motioned for her to stand up, and watched as she sent a glance to Calla.

Sinister had his arm curled around Calla's shoulders, and I felt a small sting at that. It was obvious that Sinister was infatuated with her. It was weird. Sure, calla was absolutely stunning, but lots of girls were.

Sinister used to be the worst of us all, he would have whores in his bed every night. All he had were one night stands, it was rare this man ever went back to the same girl twice.

It sucked, because I think they had something real. And jealously wasn't my thing, but it still sucked for me to see Sinister land this beautiful girl, and I couldn't have her.

Blondie stood up and swayed slightly, I grabbed her forearm hastily, as I pulled her away from Sinister and Calla.

She stumbled, stepping on my toes in the process as I tugged her towards where she would be staying.

"Stop fucking dragging me." She growled as she pulled harshly on my arm, breaking my grasp on her.

I turned around, my face stone cold as I glared at her.

"I'll fucking drag you if I want to, you piece of shit."

This time, when I moved to grab her, she pushed back, looking like she was about to run, her eyes fierce.

This bitch.

I came at her again, this time with full force, pulling her  bruised body towards me. She hissed at me, yelling a string of colorful profanities, as I pinned her against me, and practically carried her.

Jesus God, girls just didn't like following simple fucking directions.

I had been blessed with Calla's tiny weight, but this bitch was more filled out, with bigger curves, which meant a bigger weight.

I pulled her into one of the spare bedrooms.

"Yebat'. Just stop fighting, you're lucky you are alive."  (Fuck).

She put distance between her and I, catapulting herself across the small, four walled room.

"I shouldn't have been taken in the first place." She muttered, her green eyes burning holes in me.

"I guess that's the price to dating an asshole."

She glared at me, and now I could see, she really wasn't scared of me.

Her eyes weren't fearful, and they sure as hell weren't compassionate. They were like two green forest fires, erupting in a blaze of her own fury.

"You need to get cleaned up, you're rubbing filth all over the compound."

she cross her arms over her full chest, "it's not like it wasn't already covered in filth, Russian scum."

I took a step towards her, one long, menacing step, that almost completely covered the distance between us.

"Watch your words, filthy whore."

she met me halfway, her eyes ignited.

"And you watch yours, Russian mobster...you might regret them soon."