My brother Jonathan passed away 2 years ago today. I'm not looking for pity, but these books I write are dedicated to him, because they are filled with all of our jokes. He always wanted a pet shark and he was a certified pyromaniac.

Jonathan, when you died, it was the biggest shock of my life. Nothing prepared me for it. I live each day wondering how I'll get through it, but I always remember that you'd want me to. You were too young, and I never thought I'd outlive my older brother. I know you're wreaking havoc up there, I'll be with you soon, I love you more than words can explain. Stay strong, little Devil. <3

**

"Sinister, can you please explain to me, why all of the underwear you bought for me...are made of lace?!"

I was tearing apart my closet, making a poor attempt at trying to find something comfortable to wear on the flight.

I was nervous as hell, I had never met Sinister's family before. With the exception of Luka, Sinister's deranged, psychopathic brother. Fuck, I hate Luka. He shot his father and fucking paralyzed him.

His father was the Russian Mob boss before Sinister, which freaked me out even more. I feel like if I ask him how his day is going, he'll run me over with his car. Or, well, he's rich as fuck, so he'll have one of his men run me over with a car. Something like that.

"Flower, what's wrong with lace?" Sinister asked me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Nothing's wrong with it, if we're having sex. But if you're going to dick deprive me, at least give me a hoodie and some sweatpants." I pouted, throwing the laced panties on the ground.

He frowned, "What's wrong with the clothes I bought for you?"

I sighed, "They fit me. If I'm going to be on a plane for fucking eternity, I need something at least four sizes too big."

He grinned, kissing my cheek as he retreated to his closet on the other side of the colossal bathroom.

"White hoodie or black hoodie?" He called out.

"Black. Like my soul."

I threw a bunch of outfits into one of the 5 suitcases that were set out in front of me.

"Sin, how long are we staying there for?" I glanced at him as he walked back into the closet.

He shrugged, running his ringed fingers through his hair.

I sighed, zipping up one of the bags. The flash of ink on my wrist made me stare at the tattoo on my wrist. I ran my finger along the black, Russian words and sighed. It made me feel like property.

Sinister followed my stare, holding my wrist in his hand as he pressed his lips to the words.

"My beautiful Mafia Queen." He murmured, kissing each of the letters.

I hugged him, burying my face into his chest, and closed my eyes.

"I love you." I whispered.

He wrapped his strong arms around me, his towering body engulfing me completely.

"I love you, Calla."

I stared at the glittering diamond ring on my finger, and felt myself blush. He's mine, he's here, we're together, and I'll never have to live without him again.

He slowly pulled away, handing me a massive black versace hoodie.

"I was thinking..." he smiled "that maybe Afanas and Rachel could come with us. My family has always loved Afanas like a son, I know my sister would love to see him again too..."

I frowned, "What? You're sister? You never told me you had a sister."

"It never came up." He said nonchalantly.

"Okay so let me get this straight. We got married, a pretty long time ago. And you never thought, 'oh hey, maybe I should tell Calla I have a psychotic brother, a father who got shot by said brother, and a fucking sister'."

He paused, "You never asked."

I shook my head, "Don't tell me you have a mom, too."

"Calla, sweetie, yes I have a mom, who else would've given birth to me?" He smirked, his blue eyes glittering with humor.

I pouted, "Tell me about them, I need to know about them."

He leaned down and kissed my cheek, "I'll tell you about them on the jet. Are you okay with Rachel and Afanas coming?"

"As long as they don't fuck in front of me, sure" I paused "did you know they're dating?"

He nodded, "Da, yeah. Afanas told me a few weeks ago. I thought you knew."

Fuck. I feel so out of the loop.

He ran his fingers through my hair, "I'm gonna call Afanas, I'll be right back." He said, pulling out his phone and walking out of the room.

I pulled the hoodie over my head, settling for Nike shorts instead of sweatpants. I threw more clothes into my bags, and zipping them up.

I walked into our room, grabbing a backpack, and sliding matches and a handle of Smirnoff Vodka into it. You never know when you're gonna need to set something on fire.

It made me sad, knowing how little I knew about Sinister. I love him more than anything, but I really didn't know much about his personal life. I guess it makes sense, Sinister doesn't talk much about his personal life, and I've always been too scared to ask. I knew the things he did, I knew he did terrible things. But I've always tried to avoid thinking about it.

Nothing Sinister has done, or could ever do, could make me fall out of love with him. It wasn't me that I was trying to protect by not asking...it was him. I never want him to think I don't deserve him.

I pulled out my phone, my first phone in a long as fuck time, and dialed Rachel.

She answered on the first ring.

"BABE!!" She screamed on the other line.

I winced, "Hey sexy, have you heard yet?"

"That we're going to fucking Russia? Hell yeah! I literally never go anywhere, I can't wait to get drunk and go on a plane. I've never been on a plane. I like planes. Oh, also open your front door in like 23 seconds because I'm horny and I want you and I'm on my way and ohmygod I love this house it's so big, and holy fuck I just flicked off one of your guards, and oh shit I'm here please open the door I'm bored."

I grinned, sprinting through the halls, down the stairs, and pulling open the front door.

"SEXY!!" Rachel squealed, hugging me.

I grinned, "You got ready fast. That was literally 10 minutes."

She set her suitcase down, "I was with Afanas when Sinister called, as soon as he told me I threw all my shit into a bag, stole Shelia, and came here."

I paused, "Who's Shelia?"

"Afanas's car. Yeah, I stole her."

"Sounds hot."

She grinned, closing the door behind her. Her phone buzzed.

"Oh..." She said slowly, reading the texts on her phone.

"What?" I frowned, watching as the text notifications kept popping up.

"I think he's slightly mad I took his car without asking. Also, I think he's mad because I kinda sorta forgot to bring him."

I grinned.

She shrugged, "He's on his way. He said he's going to shoot me. Also, did you hear that it might rain tomorrow? Oof, I hate the rain. OH! I took Afanas to church with me last night."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Nope" she smiled "I embarrassed him in front of, like, 200 christian families. It was funny, though, I don't think he was particularly happy."

Ohmygod I love her so much.

The front door flew open to reveal a furious Afanas, his eyes stared daggers into Rach.

"You fucking stole Shelia." He growled, throwing his suitcase onto the ground.

"She loves me more." Rachel pouted, flashing me a wink.

I grinned shaking my head.

"When are we leaving? Let's get on this plane so I can push Rachel out." Afanas muttered, his eyes were dark.

"We're leaving now!" Sinister called out. I turned to see him walking down the stairs, people who worked in the house were following him, carrying our excessive amounts of luggage.

I don't know whether to be excited, or scared...

***

Xx -Aleksei :)