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Sinisters pov: (daddy Sin)

"I will skin anyone who does not devote every ounce of their energy into tracking these bastards down." I barked out, addressing hundreds of men in the conference room.

They were all silent, nodding at me respectively, their faces stone.

I was almost shaking, that is how mad I have been. It's my fault she's even in this mess. It's my fault Calla isn't happy, it's my fault that Calla is sitting around people she hates, crying because she's so alone.

I clenched my hands, "Return to work. You know how this goes, do not interrupt me unless you have something absolutely essential to say."

The men nodded, hundreds of faces turned away from me, scattering out of the room like water from a drain.

I sat on the massive chair in the middle of the room, slamming my head into my hands. This is the chair where I first spoke to Calla, where I humiliated her, where she stood up to me, where she protected that girl that I killed.

"Fuck!" I roared, standing up, and pacing around the room.

It's my fault. It's all my fault. She deserves better. She needs better.

"Sinister..."

I glanced up to see Slater, a man around my age, who had been my good friend for years.

"What?" I muttered.

"we have checked all of the bus and train stations, there were no departures leaving in the time frame you told us." He said slowly "but there was a commercial plane, and a private jet that fit the details."

I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, "where was their destination?"

"The commercial plane was heading to Barbados, and the private jet was going to Moscow."

I pulled out a joint, sparking it up and sliding the crinkled paper into my mouth.

"Call Christian Jacobs, offer him $250,000 in exchange for his best weaponry choices. Then assemble a team of 15 men, Gabriel, and yourself to go to Barbados. I will have a file on the Bratva gang sent to your desk, with information on Illeya Levkin and Steffen Oshlek."

I blew out a breath of smoke.

Slater nodded to me, "yes sir,"

He left the room, the sound of his shoes echoing off the walls of the long hall.

The Bratva gang only operated out of Russia, it was a very small gang, with less than a hundred members. My assumption would be that they would take Calla back to Russia, but it was also a probability that they went to Barbados, and used Moscow as a distraction.

They would be smart to use a distraction, surely they aren't stupid enough to believe they could out-gun and out-man us.

The Russian Soviet Mafia has thousands of members all over the world. I am the boss of thousands of men and women. I am the Mob boss for a reason, I am very good at what I do. If I want to find my flower, and bring her home, then these fucks better watch out...because that's exactly what I am going to do.

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Calla's pov:

2 weeks later :((

"Calla, this the sixth fire you've set in the past 12 days." Illeya said from outside my door.

I found a massive stash of matches in one of the cupboards downstairs. I fully intended on burning this place to the ground.

"Okay, so?" I called out, striking another match and placing it skillfully by the curtains.

The plush white curtains caught fire immediately, and the door to my room flew open to reveal Illeya, with a retarded little fire extinguisher.

He pulled the pin, spraying white foam all over my precious little flames.

I glared at him, "why do you have a fire extinguisher?"

He shook his ink black hair, "because of psychotic bitches like you, that try to burn down our home."

"Your home." I corrected, striking another match and throwing it at him.

He dropped the fire extinguisher, throwing his hands around the match, wincing as it burned his skin.

His blue eyes shot daggers into me, "Give me your fucking matches Calla."

"gimme your matches, Calla." I mimicked.

He crossed the room hastily, ripping the little pack of matches from my hands.

I shrugged, "that's fine, I have more."

He shook his head, "fuck, what is wrong with you? We have been nothing but nice to you, and you try to burn the house down?"

I hopped off the bed and crossed the room, "false. You kidnapped me, Illeya. You took me away from someone that I love. So yes, I'm repaying you. You're lucky that you haven't died in your sleep."

His height towered over me, "that's because we lock your door at night."

"I'm a mothafuckin ninja, you cunt head. I can escape whenever I want."

That actually wasn't true. I've tried to escape exactly 23 times. Every door and window had advanced locking systems.

He shook his head again, that ignorant smile returning to his face, "You know what? I'm done playing nice, Calla. If you don't start doing as your told, I swear, you will regret it. Now, get changed, and come downstairs."

I raised my hands jokingly, "oh nooo, is the big bad Illeya threatening me? I'm super duper scared."

His smile remained, "I won't be the one threatening you, Calla. I'm giving you a chance to comply, but if you don't, I'm truly sorry of what the outcome is."

"Fuck off, Dora." I spat, crossing my arms.

This bitch didn't scare me. My attitude went from a 10, to a 50,000 in the past few weeks. I was not going to comply.

He nodded solemnly turning to leave, "I will see you downstairs in 30 minutes Calla, look presentable."

"I'll see you in hell!" I called out, throwing myself onto my bed.

That shithead has the nerve to threaten me.

He was always a bully, even when we were growing up.

I remember my first school dance, I put on makeup for the first time, this boy I had a crush on asked me, and I had even bought a new dress. My mother had asked Illeya to drive me. I remember he dropped me off at some random gas station, and left to go smoke with his friends.

I walked home.

He was always a bully, and now that we were older, it was even worse. I did everything in my power to forget about him when I came to America, and I almost succeeded.

The door to my room flew open, and a beast walked in.

"What the fuck!" I screamed, staring at this bulky man that towered over me. He was the size of Sinisters body guards, with dyed gray hair and black eyes.

He took two long strides to the bed where I lay, and grabbed me.

He fucking grabbed me.

Let's just say, John Cena would be proud of how I reacted.

I swung my fists with excessive force at his stone face, and punched that man as hard as possible.

The fucker didn't even move.

He dragged me over to the closet, throwing me inside and locking me in.

I hit my head on a shoe rack as he shoved me inside, and I let out a groan as my skull came in contact with the metal.

"Get changed, you have 5 minutes before I come in and dress you myself."

I bit back tears as I rubbed my head with my hand, and cursed loudly when my fingers were stained red with blood.

"Hey terminator! You fucking made my head bleed!"

"Get changed, you have 5 minutes." He repeated.

Oh helll no.

I has plan. Calla has plan.

I pulled over a sleeveless white dress and grabbed a pair of stupid looking wedges. Then...I began my search for the sharpest pair of heels I could find.

My eyes landed on a pair of insanely tall, red stilettos.

They look painful. Score!

I picked one up, holding it out in front of me.

"Okay hulky, I'm ready."

The door flew open and I began my attack.

I shoved the heel into his abdomen, and he let out a small groan as it pierced his skin. I then proceeded to use his distracted state to kick him right in the knee cap with my wedges.

He let out a louder groan, his dark beady eyes fluttered as he landed on the ground with a loud thump.

I kicked him once more in the skull, for dramatic effect, ignoring the searing pain in my head, and flew out the door.

I took off down the hall I remembered from my first day here, making a sharp corner, and flew right into a man.

"Ow!" I groaned at the impact, my body flew backwards, and it seemed as though it didn't affect him at all. My ankle felt like a horse decided to step on it. It fucking hurt.

I glanced up at the brick wall, noticing it was that prick Sebastian, the fucker who slammed Sinisters head with a fucking gun that day.

"Funny running into you." He said calmly, he had a heavy Russian accent. He looked young, with spiky blonde hair and hazel eyes. But, like all these other beasts, he was tall and pure fucking muscle.

"Oh heyyyy..." I said slowly "I was actually just on my way downstairs..."

He raised an eyebrow, "where's Bogdan? It was my understanding that Illeya sent him to escort you."

I remained once the ground staring up at him, "Oh you mean Chef Boyaredee? Unfortunately, he has been...detained."

He cracked a small smile, "how so?"

I sighed dramatically, "well you see, seabass, my shoes accidentally impaled him."

His grin grew slightly, "okay, well I guess I have to be your escort." He didn't even react to my small confession of assaulting his friend.

He reached down, pulling me up, and I winced reaching back to put pressure on my head, and kept my weight off my ankle.

"Calla." He said monotone.

"Hm?"

"Your head is bleeding,"

I shrugged, "my head is on its period—OW!" My head throbbed even more.

"Okay, let's get you down to the infirmary." He said, but I heard a smile in his voice.

As soon as I took a step, I let out a string of curse words so colorful, it would make Eminem proud.

His eyebrows flew up, "what? Are you okay??"

"No."

He grabbed my shoulders staring at me, "Calla what's wrong? What hurts?"

"No."

He let out a frustrated sigh, "what do you mean 'no'??"

"Can I be a Jedi?" I pouted. I had almost completely forgotten what we had been talking about. All I knew, was that my head hurt, my ankle hurt, and talking about random shit helped distract me.

His hazel eyes widened, "can you walk?"

"No."

He chuckled a little, shaking his head, and lifted me swiftly off the ground, walking fast down the hall and down the stairs.

We walked into a small white room, he set me down on the table in the middle. I groaned even louder when I saw Karrie enter the room.

"What happened?"

"She ran int—"

"None of your business , Oprah!" I yelled, holding the back of my head to stop the throbbing.

Sebastian stood next to me, "Calla, she's a nurse."

"And I'm Jesus. See? Now we're both liars."

I saw a small smirk form over his face. See? I like this, until now, NOBODY got my jokes.

I think I'm funny.

Karrie walked over to me, her neon blue hair was pulled up into a tight bun as she began poking at my head.

"HANDS OFF, VOLDEMORT!"

Shit I said his name.

She walked over to my left ankle, examining it, and asked me to move it.

I kicked her in the stomach.

She groaned, "okay, well that answers my question. It's not broken or anything, you probably have a slight sprain, and I can stitch up your head no problem."

I flicked her off. I know she was trying to be "nice" or whatever she was, but I hate everyone here and have no intention of being pleasant.

"How did this happen anyways?"

Just as she asked, the asshole Bogdan walked in, along with Illeya and Steffen.

My three LEAST FAVORITE PEOPLE.

"Chewbaca did it!" I yelled, pointing to the very bruised, and bloodied Bogdan.

He looked pissed as fuck, his gray hair was disheveled, and his eyes made him look like a pissed off Bull Shark.

Karrie looked between Bogdan and I, her green eyes went wide.

"Calla, did you do this to Bogdan?"

"Hell yeah."

"How?"

"I'm emotional." I shrugged again.

I will not feel bad, he literally threw me into the closet, made me cut my head, and threatened to 'dress me himself'. I will not be embarrassed by this fuck head.

I glanced by my side to see Sebastian trying to hold back laughter, but Illeya and Steffen looked the opposite of amused...they looked pissed as fuck.

"Sorry guys. I'm not some chess piece in your sick little game. Next time you threaten me, my heels are going into your eyes."

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Calla is me.

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-Aleksei