Shoutout to JRMlover  who guessed the chapter perfectly.

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Calla's POV:

You took my gun." I stated sharply as I glared at the men that surrounded me in the car.

"Yes, mademoiselle, we took your gun. You were firing on my men."

I rolled my eyes, "I was expressing myself with the use of  an inanimate object."

God, I have the worst fucking luck. I need me some lucky charms, this is my third time being fucking taken against my will.

"Why did you even 'invite me into you're creepy lil car' AKA fucking take me against my will."

Agustine smiled creepily, "your husband has many friends high up in the politics more specifically in congress, as well as friends and in a broad spectrum of law enforcement. The French Mafia needs his friends, to be our friends in order to advance our narcotics dealing. Unfortunately, when Sinister was invited by my boss to discuss this affiliation, he was non compliant. My boss and I believe that by having you, Sinister will be more open to agreeing to our terms."

This shit is straight out of The Godfather.

"I would shoot you in your fucking baguette head if I could."

He ignored me, "your husband has contacted us, we will set up a meeting later, but for now, my boss would like to meet you."

"I bet you're your bosses lil bitch." I muttered.

Agustine looked slightly taken aback, "you really have a mouth on that pretty little head of yours. If we didn't need you, I'd out that mouth of yours to good use."

I didn't even hesitate, "I bet you have a shrimpy French penis, ew." God, what is up with these horny Mafia men.

"I'm just going to pretend you did not just say that, mademoiselle."

...but I did??

The car pulled outside of a big ass house, it was white with columns and balconies. Okay, we get it you have money, shut up.

Honestly, I have been through this ordeal so many times, I have been to hell and back, this shit doesn't even phase me. All I wanted, was to go back to our cute little beach front house, and fuck my husband. Is that too much to ask?

Agustine pulled me out of the car, his grip tight on my bicep as we walked up the steps and inside this massive compound. There were guards, everywhere. It was kinda annoying how they just stared at me as we walked in.

"Welcome, Mrs. Velkov! Bonjour! Salut! My name is Maxime."

An incredibly tall man approached us, tattoo Mafia insignias were wrapped around his arms and neck. He had bleach blonde hair that was slicked back, and dark eyes. He wore an expensive looking white suit that was impeccably tailored, with a solid gold watch on his wrist.

"Our Russian princess! It is a pleasure to meet you, although on unfortunate terms, I am sorry to say."

I rolled my eyes, "yeah, because you dickheads kidnapped me."

He chuckled, "yes well, your interactions with my second in command, Agustine, were supposed to be much friendlier than they turned out to be. Although, I heard that you did fire on my men."

"I was creatively expressing myself."

He chucked again, this fake bitch.

"Well, Sinister is on his way now, and we will discuss our terms, for now, we can converse abou-"

"WHERE THE FUCK IS CALLA?!"

Ah, my knight in shining armor,

I turned around to see a furious Sinister barging up the steps, an AK-47 was draped in his arms, his two body guards stood next to him with guns also drawn.

Maxime's guards stopped Sinister, pointing their rifles at him as he attempted to enter the compound.

"Sinister! This is a non violent interaction!" Maxime said, motioning for his guards to lower their weapons.

"You kidnapped my wife, I will fucking skin you alive you cocksucker." Sin growled, he slightly lowered his weapon as he walked inside.

"Hi honey, how was work?" I grinned, I know this isn't a funny situation, yet I couldn't help but find humor in this, it has happened so many damn times.

Sinister made an attempt to hug me when Agustine pulled me back, his arms holding my tightly.

"Before you and Calla celebrate your reunion, we must discuss terms." Maxime said, his cool and calculated voice was almost creepy.

Agustine pulled me to a sitting room, so I bit him.

"Ah fuck! Merde!" He groaned but still maintained his  hold on me. (Shit)

Maxime's guards surrounded us, it was so weird to see sinister in such a lower situation, usually he was the guy that was interrogating and holding guns up to people. Not the other way around.

"Sinister, as you know very well already,  you have some very high up friends and some very high up places, the French mafia needs these acquaintances in order to further our narcotic dealing and go unnoticed with the help of your friends. With Calla here, we hope you will be more open to our ideas."

Sinister stared at Maxime, his eyes were daggers. "Well, Maxime, it is quite unrealistic for you to think that I would give my influences to your organization, my political and law-enforcement friends only deal with me because of the immense amount of financial resources that I provide them with, I will not do you simple favor and pay millions at my own expense."

Maxine's composure turned hard, "Unfortunately I have to say if you do not comply, then Calla will continue to stay here, she will not be harmed if you comply, if you do not comply, unfortunately I have to say that I cannot ensure her safety and well-being here."

Sinisters eyes turned cold, "is that a threat?"

"Yes, Mr. Velkov, it is a threat, that is the consequence for having something to care about in this world. Love will run your organization to the ground."

"fortunately, that is not the case for me. I have the best of both worlds, I have something to care about as well as having one of the most powerful criminal organizations in the world. I am happy to say that while we have been talking, my men have surrounded this house and my second in command, Afanas, is at your front door with your two children at gunpoint. Your front gate guards are dead, and your remaining guards, and children will die if you do not give my wife back to me, and leave me the fuck alone. I have no issue with killing children, especially if they are yours, Mr. Dubios."

Maxime's eyes went wide, he picked up his phone, made one short call, and his hands shook with fury as he glared at Sinister.

Sinister was smug, as he stood up, Agustine made no effort to hold me back as I held my husbands hand.

"Let's go home, Calla."

Three updates in one night, I'm fucking great.
Not edited, because I suck dick.

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