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Update on 2/23/21 the deal fell through :( but luckily for y'all, my books are staying on Wattpad haha. I wish I could get these published!!

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Sinister's POV: (my fucking fAtHeR)

I looked at her and wondered out of all the girls in the universe, how lucky I got to have someone so perfect.

She was so completely unexplainable. People will take one look at her, and think shes the good girl, but once you get to know her, you'll realize she's everything. She's crazy, she's beautiful, she's funny as hell, she's honest, and you'll never know what she'll do next.

She smiled at me, a beautiful smile that made me so inexplicably thankful. Her jet black hair was a wild, perfect mess. Her bright blue eyes glittered like little diamonds.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. I kissed her like her lips were air, and I couldn't breathe.

"God, is it me, or does your room seem unusually elderly?" She grinned against my lips.

I pulled back and glanced around my dimly lit room. It was a big area, but it's true, it was incredibly dark and bland.

Black walls, a few dark wooden pieces of furniture , and a photograph. The picture was of my family, all of them, before everything went to complete shit.

My father was standing in the picture, at this point in time, he was still the head of the mafia, his face was grim, his lips formed into a dull line. Luka stood next to him, his face was young and smiling. He held Sasha in his arms, she was just a baby at the time, and Luka looked so fucking happy and sweet, his childish eyes were bright and cheerful as he held our little sister.

I was 10 years old around the time my father began training me to inherit his position as the head of the Russian Mafia. My face was grim in the photo, shadows hung to the bottoms of my eyes, my expression almost mirrored my fathers lifeless appearance.

My father was never a kind man. No kind man could do the things we do. I didn't know anything about my fathers organization when I was young, he never told me what he did for a living, and I had always been too scared to ask. My mother always tried to make up for his lack of love. She showered us with gifts, hugs, kisses and love; like any good parent.

The day my father called me into his office, on my 10th birthday, was the day my mothers heart broke. Her and I were watching one of my favorite shows, and talking about all the presents and sweets I had waiting for me, when my father called me downstairs.

I will never forget the way my mother sobbed. She never wanted this for her child. I was a good kid, and before I became a monster, I thought I could change the world. I had this dream that I would travel around the world, and spread love and kindness everywhere I went.

Instead I only caused destruction.

"Sinister?" Calla's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, her eyes looked sad as she watched me stare at the photo.

I flashed her a small smile, and put the photograph face-down.

"Well" she huffed "I thought we were gonna have intercourse, but it turns out that I look like an actual hobo, and need to shower."

I smirked, "Flower, you don't look like a homeless person."

She folded her arms, "Hobo. And yes, I do. I look like one of those people who think majoring in Bojangles is actually a thing. And then they realize that it's not, and try to win the lottery because they don't have any fucking money. But then realize that they don't have enough money for lottery tickets, so they set up a GoFundMe, and then realize that they don't have any friends because they're a bitch, and then and then and the-"

"Baby, you're not a hobo." I interupted.

"I look like a fucking chair."

I held back a grin, and pressed my lips to her forehead.

"You're beautiful, Calla. I swear to fucking god." I held her close to me, resting my chin on top of her head, and wrapping my arms around her.

We stayed like that for awhile, her body warm against mine.

"Okay" she sniffed "I'm going to get ready. Not because I want to look good, but because I don't think your mom would let me in the dining room dressed like a pregnant 35-year old who works at McDonalds. Also because I want food. I love food." She smiled, standing on her tippy toes to peck my cheek, before skipping into the bathroom.

I dressed into a white dress shirt, sliding a Glock .9mm pistol into the waist band of my pants. I always had a gun on me, even when around my family. You can never be too careful.

I stepped out of my room, hating to be in a place full of terrible childhood memories. Afanas sat outside his room down the hall, his head in his hands.

"You okay?" I asked, walking towards him.

He slammed his head back, hitting it against the wall.

"Rachel is singing Disney, and man, it's fucking annoying the shit outta me. That girl cannot sing for shit." His ran his hands through his hair, shaking his head as he let out a sigh.

"I'm gonna walk around, reminisce in the fucking awful memories of this damn house, wanna come?" I shoved my hands in my pockets.

"Literally anything to get me away from that woman, yes." He stood up, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up.

"What? You're switching from coke and weed to cigarettes?" I grinned.

He walked next to me, "Your mom said no weed, no meth, no heroin, no cocaine, and no Xans...so no fun. But she never said anything about these." He twirled a pack in his hands.

"I hate this place. I winced "like, I know there were some good memories here, but all I can remember is the shitty ones."

He looked down, "I know man. Trust me. I know."

We walked down the main staircase, the sounds of our steps echoed throughout the house. Afanas finished the last of his cigarette, flicking the finished embers on the ground. I didn't care, this house was a living Hell.

There were no picture frames, no meaningful decorations, nothing that resembled a happy family ever living here.

Loud voices came from the main dining hall, as Afanas and I made our way towards the sounds of people.

Inside the main dining room, my uncle Max and my cousin conversed, laughing with each other.

They turned when they saw Afanas and I.

My cousin Koda embraced me first, his massive arms gripped me as he grinned.

"Sin! It's fucking good to see you!" His white blonde hair was gelled back. He seemed to always have this douchey way about him. He had the word PUSSY tattooed on the right side of his neck, his tan skin was rippled with steroid-induced muscles. His dark eyebrows were tilted up with amused happiness as he hugged me.

"Do not touch me, Koda. Or I swear to fucking god, I will put a bullet in your skull."

He laughed, thinking it was a joke.

"Aw, come on Sin. You son of a bitch, remember when we used to snort lines in your room? Don't go and pretend like you're so much better." His hazel eyes were light with distaste.

"Koda..." My uncle said, "remember who you are talking to."

Koda was always a jealous bastard. He wanted the Russian Mafia as his own, the little tool hated to admit it, but he always wanted what I had. Nevertheless, he had to settle for being a member of the mafia, doing everyone's dirty work for them like the little prick he was.

I pulled out of his grip, forcing a small smile, and said nothing.

My uncle Max was a completely different person, although he was probably 20 years older than myself, he still bowed his head slightly when he approached me.

"Sinister, sir, it's good to see you." He lowered his eyes, peppery hair falling in front of his face.

He worked in Siberia, mainly dealing with human-trafficking and smuggling drugs to North America.

I clapped my hand on his back, "Uncle Max, although the formality is usually necessary, this is a family event, and you're my uncle."

His face flushed and he nodded.

Afanas stood next to me, his dark eyes glimmering in disgust.

"Koda, I see you're still being a dipshitted fuck. Can't accept the fact that you're replaceable and completely useless, so you try and act all high and mighty with the Boss?"

Koda's pale skin went red, "Well you're one to talk yo-"

"Oh, no. I'm the second in command, I'm your superior, and you will not speak to me like that. Do I make myself perfectly clear? Yes? Good." Afanas finished his sentence with a very polite middle finger.

Max cleared his throat, and Koda looked like the embarrased piece of shit that he was.

"You didn't tell me your brother was coming." Max suddenly said, his steel eyes watching me.

I felt my skin go cold. He's not allowed to be here.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" My voice was low.

Max raised an eyebrow, "Luka? He's here, he said he was going to go say hi to Sasha, and your wife."

Calla.