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WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT

Callas POV:

I pressed my lips to him, and I was so fucking happy.

He made me almost as happy as fireworks.

I like fireworks.

He pulled me tight to me, and I trembled against him, I never wanted to let him go. I suddenly heard a gun shot, and froze.

Sinister cursed under his breath as a series of panicked voices erupted on his walkie talkie.

Everything flipped upside down.

Sinister threw me off of him as he got up, he began speaking fast Russian on the walkie talkie, demanding to know what was going on.

He pulled out his cell phone, dialed a number, said nothing and hung up.

"Calla we're under attack, baby you need to come with me."  He looked scared, I had never seen Sinister Velkov scared. His facial features were frozen. He got on the phone again, and began talking to someone, asking what the fuck was going on, cursed, and then hung up again.

Sinister pulled me to my feet, his hand interlocking with mine as he pulled me out of the room and we flew down the hallway. There was another gunshot downstairs, followed by yelling and more shots. Adrenaline and panic flooded through me as Sinister pulled me into his room.

He closed the door behind him and pulled me to him, pressing his lips to my forehead.

"Flower, you need to stay in here, hide under my bed, were under attack by the Italians. Lock the door when I leave and hide. It's going to be okay baby, it's going to be okay."

I trembled as he hugged me, his lips brushed mine quickly before he pulled away and raced to the door.

"Sinister" I choked out, tears streamed down my face, I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out.

He paused at the door, glancing at me.

"I can't lose you Calla, I just found you."

And he was gone.

I let out a sob, fear poured through me as I immediately locked the door. I let out a small scream as there was an explosion from under my feet.

The blast rocked through me, almost making me fall, my breaths were short and jagged by sobs.

Please be okay, Sinister

I shook as I crawled under his bed, hugging the ground like it was my last hope. There were more yells from under me as I began silently crying, clinging to the carpet like it was a life vest in the middle of the ocean.

Afanas POV:

She grinned at me like a crazy bitch as the shots went off.

"I told you" she smirked, blood still dripping from her mouth.

"FUCK!" I yelled as I sprinted out of the door locking the crazy fucker inside.

It was total chaos.

Men ran towards us, carrying heavy duty rifles in all black protective gear.

"Find Brie and get the girl!" I heard one of them yelled from somewhere down the hall.

I pulled my pistol from my jacket and pressed myself against the corner of the wall.

like hell they would be able to get calla.

I peered around the corner, watching as over a dozen men poured into the living room of the compound.

"I need fucking everyone downstairs in the commons, I need someone on Antonios bitch and I need someone on Calla Levkin. NOW." I growled into the receiver.

I watched as three men proceeded down the hall I was closest to, as they came closer I pushed myself off the wall and shot them all in the heads. Their bodies collapsed on the ground.

I picked up a bloodied body's AR-15 rifle, pulling the strap over my head as I made my way down the hall.

Gun shots began exploding from all around m. II caught sight of Sinister and more of our men from around the corner. The man Calla called "mom" crouched next to Sinister, I ducked, yelling for them to cover me as I crouched away from the ricocheting bullets.

"DOWN DOWN DOWN!" Sinister screamed out, I hit the ground just as a grenade flew past me, the blast sent wood and glass flying everywhere, I flinched as the glass imbedded itself in my leg.

"YEBAT'!" (FUCK) I cursed as I aimed my gun at more of the men swarming inside.

The glass stung into my skin like hand sanitizer in a fresh cut, I clenched my teeth, watching as Sinister fired at least a hundred rounds at the Italians.

Shots thundered through the house, embedding themselves in the couch in front of us. Stuffing flew in all directions like snow, the air around us was clouded and dusty from debris.

Italian yells flooded through the room as more men filed through.

"Dimitri, twelve'o'clock!" I yelled as a dark haired Italian scum came running from behind him.

Dimitri swiveled around, raising his rifle as he fire seven rounds in the bastards head. Blood splattered on the wall behind him as the man flew to the ground.

"Good shot ma-"

BANG

I watched in horror as Dimitri staggered back, blood appeared on his forehead and he slumped to the ground.

No. Fucking. Way.

These rotten fucks cannot come into my home, and kill my family.

"Italian scum!" I screamed as I stood, firing off my gun, killing two fucks that were crouching near the wall.

"They're here for Antionio's bitch." Sinister heaved as he reloaded his rifle.

Footsteps approached us, my gun was out of amo, so I pulled my swiss knife from my pocket, I waited for the footsteps to get closer before I stuck out my foot, tripping the intruder.

He was a young Italian man, couldn't be more than 18, his eyes were wide with fright as he fell to the ground. He raised his gun to shoot me but he wasn't fast enough, I shoved my knife through his skull as it crunched through the bone.

He screamed as blood gushed from his skull, I pulled the knife out of his skull and slit his throat as he drowned in his own blood.

Two more men came running towards us, Sinister fired off a few rounds, the men falling to the ground. One of them screamed at the top of his lungs, still alive.

"Cover me." Sin growled as he dragged the body of the Italian man over to us. He threw the mans body at my feet as he ducked under the table.

The man, or boy should I say, was young as fuck. He looked like he was still in fucking high school.

His face was red and beaded with sweat as he clutched his leg that had a big ass bullet hole in it.

"Parli inglese?!" Sinister yelled in Italian at him. (Do you speak English?)

The man nodded furiously, "si, ah yes, yes I do. Fuck dude" he groaned "you fucking shot my leg."

"You're damn right I did, and I'll do a whole lot worse unless you tell me what the fuck you're doing here in my home?"

he squeezed his leg tighter, his eyes rolling back into his head as he screamed.

"HEY" Sinister yelled, pulling a knife on him and pressing it into his neck "I will fucking gut you like the pig you are, fucking tell me."

"Ah, eravamo qui per la ragazza-"

"ENGLISH YOU COCK SUCKER!" Sinister roared, pressing the knife a little deeper until small pools of blood dripped down his neck.

"We're here for the girls! The bosses chick and the other one. Please man, per favore, don't kill me. I'm only sixteen."

Sinister's eyes hardened, "'I don't give two shits about how old you are. What other girl are you talking about?"

The boy shook, "T-The Russian bosses girl, Antionio doesn't t-tell me a-anything. I-I don't know anything else."

Sinister's eyes turned black, "Then you are of no use to me anymore."

He slit the boys throat.

He choked on his own blood for a moment before his eyes rolled back into his head and he died.

"Sinister, we have no-"

"YOU FUCKING DICK FUCK GET YOUR SLIMEY PRICK FUCK HANDS OFF ME!!!!!"

Calla.

Sinister flew up from under the table, gun in hand as he searched for Calla.

I spotted her across the room, she was being dragged by a man whose face I recognized instantly

Antonio.

He held a gun to her head as he held her in front of him, he was using her as a fucking shield as he crossed the room, he knew we wouldn't shoot Calla.

"Hold your fire!!" Sinister yelled to us, as he stared at Antonio. The smug little fucker.

"I have my girlfriend back, and now, I have yours too!" Antonio yelled, his grin was wide and deceptive as he crossed the hall, Sinister shook with pure anger next to me, his gun was still raised.

"Come and get her, Russian Mobster."

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