Chapter 42

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Edit on 9/11/19, as ordered by my editor I'm not allowed to change the contents of the story but I can edit an authors note. I wrote something insensitive in this chapter, and for those who are offended. I am truly sorry. It saddens me to know that a few years ago, when I wrote this chapter, I actually said this. When the book is published, it will be taken out. Thank you.
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Afanas POV:

"She's home, she's safe..." I said quietly to Sinister, but the man didn't seem to want to calm down. He was still pacing back and forth in his room, while Calla lay sleeping in his bed.

I had never seen Sinister like this before, I had never seen him care for anything, like he cared for that girl.

I guess it was alright with me, I never would have given Calla what she deserved. I never would have given her the care, and love that someone as pure and kind as her deserved.

I knew sinister felt guilty. Hell, the entire fucking Russian mafia felt guilty because we were the reason she almost died, we were the reason she was almost raped, we were the reason she would never live the life she deserved.

"dostatochno. Stop pacing. She's fine, she's here and she is safe." (Enough).

He stopped pacing, but the second he looked at me I cursed myself for having said anything.

"She's fine? Fucking look at her, Afanas. She almost fucking died."

I shook my head, "but she didn't, you saved her. You burned the Italian mafia to the ground, you killed Antonio. Our family is safer, because of you. Your mafia, is stronger."

I saw pain flash in his eyes. Jesus fuck, I couldn't say anything right.

"I don't care about security, Afanas. I almost lost the only person who I ever loved."

Love. The fucker said the L word. Holy Jesus with his balls out, I've never heard Sinister Velkov say the L word.

I opened my mouth to say something, when a soft voice called out. Calla was awake.

Sinister sprinted to her side, immediately Calla was in his arms, he hugged her tight to him.

"Calla, flower, baby I'll never let anyone hurt you again. I'm so glad you're okay." He buried his face in her hair.

She looked even skinnier than before, her cheeks were hollow, her face has a ghostly shadow. She glanced up at me, her brilliantly blue eyes were dim.

She had bruises everywhere, a cut on her cheek, and a deeper cut on her neck.

She looked like shit.

"You look like shit, suka."I said blatantly.

Her face turned sour, and she held up her middle finger, as she hugged Sinister tightly.

CALLA'S POV:

I held him to me. He came back for me. I had lost all hope, I thought everything was game over.

I thought I'd never see my Russian Mobster again.

"Hi there, tiger." I smiled weakly as I looked up at Sinister.

His iced eyes looked tired, black circles clung to his eyes, he smiled softly at me, holding my tiny hand in his.

"You guys look gay." Afanas muttered boredly, as he casually walked around the room. My entire body was sore, the bruises stung my skin.

"Hey can you...uh I don't know, get the fuck out of here?" I growled, wincing slightly as my body ached.

"Make me suka." He grinned, Sinister tensed beside me, I patted his head like a puppy as I got to my feet shakily, approaching Afanas.

"You know I can kill you right? I've killed someone before."

His smile grew, "that was fucking awesome, she was all like 'yo  imma kill your man' and then, you were like 'hah sike bitch!' and you shot that cunt fuck."

I smiled weakly, it's true, I shot Brie in her stupid little face. I only wish I could've taken my sweet time killing her, I hated her. She fucking encouraged my beatings, she wanted Antonio to rape me. She was a monster. A dead fucking monster .

"Yeah, personally, I wish I could've punched that bitch to death."

He shrugged, "I punched her."

"Me too, but I kinda wanted to do it again. Maybe ninja kick her down a flight of stairs, set her on fire, feed her to my pet shark."

I heard sinister get up, I felt the heat of his body from behind me as he chuckled, "calla, sweetie. You don't have a pet shark."

"Well, I want one, and his name will be noodles, and he will be mine."

"Your wish is my command, darling." He kissed the top of my head, "Afanas, leave."

He flashed us the finger before trotting out of the room.

I felt my head going light, Sinister helped me sit down and my stomach growled.

"You must be hungry, what do you want to eat? Name it." Sinister kissed my cheek, and I savored the feeling of his lips against my skin.

"Actually" I grinned "I want a few things. Numéro uno, I want cheesecake. Number two, I want normal clothes; no more slut outfits, I want sweatshirts, sweatpants that say juicy on the ass, and lastly...me would like a tiger."

"Baby, I can get you everything but the tiger."

Rawr.

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3 WEEKS LATER!!! aka midnight on DECEMBER 24th

Callas POV:

"Calla!!! You can't draw a dick on the Christmas cookies!!!" Mom yelled, his eyes rolling back into his head as he grabbed the icing bag from my hands.

"WOW okay, I didn't realize you were the Adolf Hitler of Christmas cookies." I rolled my eyes, licking the frosting off the sleeve of my ugly Christmas sweater.

"There's a limit to the amount of explicit drawings you can do on our Christmas cookies. You already drew vagina, which was surprisingly well done. But I draw the line at a penis."

I stuck my tongue out as I comped on a cookie in the shape of a gun. I had gained some weight, thank lord Jesus.

Mom huffed at me as he pulled out a blunt, sparking it up and taking stressful hits at the marijuana-filled paper.

lil addict.

"HONEY I'M HOME."

I heard Sinisters voice ring out, I saluted Mama as I ran over to Sinister jumping in his arms.

He pressed his lips onto mine, his arms wrapping around my waist as he kissed my neck, my cheek, and then began peppering my face with kisses.

"get a fucking room." Afanas mutttered as he walked past us, "oh wait nevermind, because you two sex addicts finally stopped fucking YESTERDAY."

I grinned giving the jealous fucker a big thumbs up.

"How was your day my darling?" I asked sweetly as I handed him a Santa hat.

He grinned a bleach white smile at me as he slid the had onto his perfectly messy ink black hair.

"It was great, you know, work is work, I sold some cocaine, ordered some guns, the usual."

"Fabulous."

He set me down on my feet as he walked into the kitchen, Mom was trying to make the dick I drew into a flower or something.

"Gabriel, is that a penis?" Sinister asked, a small smile formed on his lips

"HOLY BABY DADDY JESUS!!! MAMA YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOUR NAME WAS GABRIEL!!"

"shut up." He muttered, but I could tell he was trying not to laugh.

"Hey hey, calla, do you know what time it is?" Sinister asked, his hand giving mine a squeeze.

"Happy hour?"

"Nope. It's time for presents."

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