Chapter 30

Did you know....


I cried writing this chapter?


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Sinister's POV (our lord and fucking savior):


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I ripped back the shower curtain in the bathroom, only to find a pillow and nothing else.


Panic coursed through my veins, my hands shook with fury as I assessed the situation.


Calla was gone, Koda was gone. He fucking took her. In the middle of the night.


I had only stepped out of the hotel room for a minute, to answer a call from Gabriel. I didn't want to wake Calla.


I didn't even hear them. I knew, if Calla was conscious, she'd be screaming and yelling. That fucker must have drugged her.


I walked into Afana's room, the room was dark, and the only sounds to be heard was of him and Rachel snoring in unison.


I flicked on the lights, pulling my pistol from my pocket, and firing 4 rounds into the celing.


The gunshots echoed loudly in the room, and Afanas was awake in an instant, his gun raised as he pointed it at me.


The second his eyes adjusted and made contact with mine, he lowered his gun.


He opened his mouth to say something, when Rachel's sleepy voice beat him to it.


"If you're gonna shoot me, at least give me some Bojangles first. Ya girl is not about to die with an empty stomach." Her face still smothered in a pillow.


Afanas's face fell as he processed the situation.


I couldn't even fucking speak. My hands shook with such fury, my body trembled with complete rage.


"He took her." I said darkly, my hands still gripping the trigger of the gun.


Rachel shot up in bed, "Where's Calla?"


"Koda took her." Afanas said slowly.


It had been awhile since I felt rage like this. When Calla was taken by the American mob, I shot one of my men point blank in my anger.


Now, all I saw was fucking red. I wanted to shoot something, I wanted to kill someone. The anger that flowed through me was completely murderous.


Afanas walked outside the room, while I stood there with clenched fists.


I heard him curse as he walked back into the room and started pacing.


"The fucker took our car too. But there's a minivan parked a few spots down. Let's move." He said quickly, packing guns and grenades into a bag.


I fucking hate minivans.


"Can I get one of those boomy thingy's?" Rachel asked, pointing to a grenade.


"No, you're going to stay here and not get in our fucking way. Our men should be here in a few hours. I'll send someone to stay here with you." Afanas said distantly, throwing the bag over his shoulder.


"But I wanna blow something up." Rachel pouted.


Afanas glared at her, "Shut up, stay here, and lock the fucking doors."


I couldn't fucking see. All I saw was red.


"Sin?" Afanas said impatiently, waiting for me by the door.


I nodded, shoving my pistols back into my pockets, and followed him out the door.


This was personal. Everytime something bad happened to Calla, it was with men who I had no problem with killing.


But this time, it was my family. And I craved to put a bullet through their skulls. My father, Luka and Koda were behind this.


I had been waiting many years to punish my father for the hell he spread. I had dreamt about the day I could put a bullet in Luka's fucking skull.


The Devil does the deeds that God never could. The Devil punishes the damned.


I will give these cocksuckers hell, not as my duty, but because of the fiery rage that I had built inside of me.


I will show them fucking hell.


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Calla's POV:


I felt the tingeling sensation as my body finally began to gain control. My head ached as the chemicals slowly fled my body.


I was sitting in the basement of Sinister's childhood house. It wasn't even really a basement, it looked like some kind of prision. And it was MASSIVE.


I lay, curled up, against the cement of the floor. Completley and utterly alone.


I knew what they were going to do. I knew they were going to kill me, or something along those lines. I knew Sinisters father was behind this, he made It very cleat to me that he wanted me out of the picture. He wanted to make Sinister into the worst kind of monster: The monster that had nothing to lose.


I was the one thing in Sinister's life, that made him human. But if they kill me, he'll unleash the rage that made men like Luka and Koda cower.


I'm not afraid of death. But I'm in no hurry to die. I have so much I want to do.


It's not the idea of death that made me scared. It was the idea that I'll never be able to do the things that I always wanted to do.


I dreamt about having a family, and growing old. I dreamt about having kids, and being a grandmother. I'm too young for all this shit, I'm still a kid.


A voice echoed through the dim basement.


"You're going to die, sweetie."


The sounds of footsteps echoed through the massive basement, and I felt dread flow through me.


But I said nothing. I will not beg for mercy. I will not beg for dear life.


I'll keep it all inside me, because I'd rather the pain kill me, that anyone else.


Luka, and Koda walked down the steps. Their faces hidden by the shadows of the room. My body tensed with every step they took.


Sinisters father emerged from the shadows, the squeaking sound of his wheelchair stung my ears like a bullet.


I felt the feeling of my body surface as I pushed myself off the ground and pressed my back against the wall as I sat.


I kept my face stone cold, I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry.


Sinisters father smirked, "You're a walking target, little one. That's why men like Sinister can't fall in love...it's a weakness. And it'll kill him, the day you die. I'm just doing us all a favor, ripping off the Band-Aid now, so he won't have to deal with it later."


I said nothing.


Luka chuckled, kneeling down in front of me, he was so close that I could see the evil glint in his dark blue eyes.


"You should have just walked away when you had the chance. It's a shame that you have to die so young, but it's for the best." Luka said slowly.


He felt no shame, his words were laced with lies. He wanted to see me die.


"You think that by killing me, he'll just forget about it? Go back to the emotionless mafia boss that he used to be? He'll kill all of you, and you know it." I spat, my voice was strong and fearless.


Sinisters father chuckled, "He can kill us, that's fine. We are doing what is best for the family, the Mafia family. A man who loves, cannot execute the job as a Mafia boss."


I could smell the sourness of his breath.


He continued, "He can't leave either, once you're in the mob, you stay in the mob until you die. So tell me, Ms. Levkin, are you ready to die for Sinister?"


I clutched my hands together, "I was ready the day I married him."


With that, I shot up, reeling my fists back as they made contact with his skin. I wanted to cut him, bruise him, punch him, and kill him. But sometimes you can't get what you want.


Luka and Koda made sure of that, I felt their arms wrap around me and pull me back with immese force.


I flailed, kicking and scratching at them, my fists and legs making contact with their flesh.


Luka slammed me against the wall, holding my throat in his hands. My head slammed into the concrete of the wall, I felt blood gushing from the back of my head. But I felt no pain, everything was numb, and the only thing I felt was emptyness.


Sinisters father nodded to Koda, as he pulled out a gun, and shoved the cold barrel of the pistol to my temple.


I stopped struggling against Luka, and closed my eyes as Sinisters father spoke.


"Are you ready to die, Calla?"


I was ready for death the second I fell in love with Sinister. The goal of life, isn't to live forever, but to create something that will. I know, that the second they pull that trigger and kill me, the love that Sinister and I had for each other, will be the only thing that was forever.


A long time ago, Sinister made the decision to leave me. He did it, so that I wouldn't be in danger anymore. But what was more dangerous, was that empty feeling I had when I realized we couldn't be together.


He told me that even though we couldn't be together in the end, he was still thankful I was apart of his life.


I was ready for death. I might not get the chance to run down the stairs and scream in complete bliss that I was pregnant. I might never wave to my kids as they boarded the bus for their first day of school. I might never watch my kids get married or graduate school.


But it's the things we don't get to do in life, that makes us cherish the things that we did do.


I found love, against all odds. I found the only person in the world, who loved me for my crazy, pyromaniac self.


Sinister had saved me from a life of boredom, and gave me the adventure of a lifetime. It hurts to know that our time will be cut short. But I cherish every second that we had together.


I clutched the ring on my finger, and held it close to my heart.


Don't cry Calla. Please don't cry. Hold it in. It's almost over.


I'll never get to start another fire, or have a pet shark named Noodles. I'll never get to hear Sinister call me flower, or watch Afanas snort a line of cocaine.


"Pull the trigger, suka." I whispered.


There was the sound of a gunshot, and I embraced death as my whole world went black.


I love you Sinister.


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