Chapter 54

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Yo I'm bored, I want a milkshake, I want thicker thighs, and I want to go skydiving.

Also please someone tell me who gets shitfaced on a Wednesday night when you have class in the morning, because I literally did that last night.

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Some people do drugs, some go for runs, but at the end of the day we're all just searching for that tiny space, that gives us shelter from the terrible reality.

Afanas snorted cocaine. Ever since Carly started texting him, he went from 'hey, I do drugs maybe twice a day, but it's all good' , to 'hey bitchez I'm fuckin scarface'.

"Are you kidding me right now?" I rolled my eyes "we're at a BED AND BREAKFAST!! AND YOU'RE SNORTING COKE?!"

The night before had been a complete disaster, after I kindly told Brittany to cease her advances towards my husband, I expected us to go to Taco Bell, but we didn't. Instead we got Doritos, Skittles and Beer from a gas station. To make things worse, when we got to the Bed and Breakfast, there was only one room avaliable, with one queen sized bed.

Afanas made me take the floor. He and Sinister got their bromance goin' on, and I got the fucking scratchy floor that probably has Chlamydia on it.

I was crabby, tired, hungry, and I felt like throwing Afanas's unlimited supply of narcotics out the window.

"Let's go." Sinister said as he walked past me, hoisting a duffel bag over his shoulder.

I scowled at him, you'd honestly never be able to tell we were married, especially lately, Sinisters affection towards me has been limited.

I pulled my hair into a ponytail, pulling the hood of one of Sinisters red hoodies over my head, and opened the front door.

I froze as soon as I opened the door, a man stood outside the door, a man who I hadn't seen in years.

"Illeya..." I breathed, my body going completely numb.

My brother. Holy shit.

He had grown, morphed completely from the 17 year old boy that I used to know. His jaw had strengthened, he now towered over me with immense height. He had the same blue eyes and ink black hair as I did. He gave me that mischievous smile that I hadn't seen in almost 5 years. His eyes twinkled.

"Calla, who's at the door?" I felt the warmth of Sinister standing next to me as he pushed the door open further.

As soon as he saw Illeya he raised his gun.

"Sinister, no!!" I shrieked, pulling at Sinisters arm to lower the gun.

The strangest thing was that Illeya didn't even flinch, his smile remained steady as he glanced at Sinister.

I pulled again at Sinisters arm, "that's my brother."

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Sinisters POV:

I didn't like him. He was the identical boy version of calla, black hair and big blue eyes. But he looked like a total asshole.

The prick didn't even blink when I raised my gun at him, he just smiled like a fucking psychopath.

We sat on the couch in the hotel room, Calla, Afanas and I sad across from him, he had that same cocky grin plastered to his face.

"Do you mind telling us why the fuck you're here?" I growled at him.

He glanced at me, but his eyes settled on calla, "am I not allowed to stop and check in on my baby sister?"

"No, actually, you're not. How the fuck did you even know where we were?" I asked, tapping my thumbs against the couch like an impatient bastard.

He leaned back, crossing his legs, "I have a lot of friends, Mr. Velkov."

"I do as well, but that is no explanation for wh-"

"Oh" he cut me off "I know all about you, and your affiliations, Sinister. The Russian Mafia, isn't it?"

I stared at him, "then you know exactly who you're talking to, boy. Now, tell me, what the fuck are you doing here?"

Calla leaned into me, she hadn't said a word, she must have been in shock.

"I'm here to collect my sister, you should have never gotten her involved in your business."

I could feel Afanas's anger from across the room.

"What makes you think that you can protect her better than we can? You will not be taking my wife away, you can either leave, or I will kill you now."

Calla flinched, and Illeya's eyes glinted.

"Your wife? You're joking aren't you?" He stared at Calla "You fucking married this prick? You do know what he does for a living, right? Human trafficking, dealing drugs, killing innocents...I could go on all fucking day, him and his family, are fucking criminals, the worst kind."

Calla stiffened, leaning forward "I know what he does, Illeya. I don't need you to tell me what I already know, but I care about him, this is my family now, and they're a better family than you ever were, or ever will be."

He chuckled and shook his head, "you're the one that left Russia, Calla. You don't need protection from them, I can protect you."

She didn't miss a beat, "and join your Boy Scout troop? No thanks, I'm good."

"The Bratva gang isn't a joke, Calla."

My eyes widened, the Bratva gang was an organized crime group that only worked in Russia. They weren't as well known as the Soviet Mafia, but when I took command of the Mafia, I made it my job to know all organized crime groups that based out of my home country. I had never seen Callas brother before, but the closer I evaluated him, the more sense it made to me. He didn't even flinch when I pulled a gun, he seemed calm, cool, and calculated throughout our conversation, and I could see the hints of tattoos that were hidden under his sleeve.

"The Bratva gang" I chucked, ignoring his icy glare "You're in the little leagues, aren't you? Going on about all of the terrible things I do, when in reality, you're no better."

He folded his hands in his lap, leaning back in his seat, "we don't traffic human beings."

I twirled the ring on my finger, "ah, that's right, those kinds of affiliations are made for real crime bosses, not you boy."

he stood up, "I don't have to listen to this shit."

Afanas barked out a laugh, "that's right child, why don't you go home to your little gang and jack off to the 8 ounces of weed you manage to get your slimy little paws on."

I grinned at his comment and glanced at Calla, her face was unreadable, her big blue eyes looked deep in thought.

Illeya glared at us, and then at Calla.

"Calla, Steffen has been asking about you."

That brought Calla out of her daze, her dark eyebrows flew up, he face growing serious.

"What the hell makes you think I care about that asshole?" She seethed.

Who the fuck is Steffen?

Illeya pulled a card out of his pocket, "probably based on the fact that you dated him for two years before you left in the middle of the night and never came back?" He chuckled darkly "nevertheless, he wants to see you, as do I" he handed her a card "call me when you realize these douche bags can't protect you. I'm a patient man Calla, but I do have a limit."

My hand wrapped around my .9 mm pistol in my pocket, my knuckles turning white at the rage I felt. I knew I couldn't kill him, but hell, I wanted to skin that fucker and shoot him in his damn skull.

Illeya turned to leave, but not before Calla could say a final farewell.

"I hope someone cuts the breaks on your minivan, fag!!!"

She slammed the door with a frustrated huff, and glanced at Afanas and I with a look we all seemed to share.

What the fuck just happened?

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