Chapter 37

Commonly asked Questions:


How old are you? 17 (I'll be 18 in April)


Are you a girl? YES


Are you continuing "Come Back To Me" ? YEASHS


Is Afanas really dead? Read, my love, and find out.


What's your updating schedule? Dude I can barley wake up in the mornings, I don't exactly have the mental capacity to make a schedule.


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Calla POV:


"Sinister..." I said quietly, my fingers trailing his skin as we lay in bed. His arms wrapped around me in a tight, protective hold.


"Yes, flower?" He mumbled.


"I want to be your second in command." I said softly.


His hand froze on my shoulders.


"What?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.


"Afanas was one of the few people you could trust, I want to be there for you and the mafia family. They have protected me in every way possible, and now it's my turn to repay them." My voice was low as I buried my face into his chest.


I heard a low chuckle erupt from his throat, his body shaking rhythmically as he laughed.


"Sebastian and Gabriel mentioned that you've gotten quite good with a gun." I heard the amusement lace his words as he raked his fingers through my hair.


I nodded proudly.


"You gotta know Cal, that it's a big deal. It's a lot of work, and it's hard. It's hard on your body, your mind, and your soul. You know the things that I've done , and the things Afanas did. We kill people, we destroy things, I need you to know this."


I nodded, "I know. I'm prepared to do anything I need to do, to protect the family. I swear to you."


He adjusted himself so he was hovering over me, his hand playing with my hair, running his fingers through my ink black locks as his eyes glittered down at me.


"It's not going to happen immediately. I might not be comfortable with it, but you'll need to shadow me, learn the ways of the organization. "


I nodded my head, slightly giddy at the feeling.


"Flower, are you sure this is what you want? There's no going back my love."




I nodded strongly, "This is what I want."


A small smile played at the edge of his lips, "look back one last time my little flower. But never look back again. Leave it all behind...what's coming is far more exciting."


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"Okay, Cal. There are a lot of things you're going to need to know about. As my second in command you'll need to know the ins and outs of how we run."


Sinister led me into his massive office at the heart of the compound. Papers flooded the floors, guns lined the walls.


I nodded, eager to learn.


"We have various locations in which we launder money. We get millions from casinos and drug trade, but we don't report all of our income. We have men working to filter out our money through businesses so we don't have to report our income, this is called money laundering. One of Afanas's main roles was to oversee that these things were going smoothly, and earning as much income as possible.


Afanas was also in charge of initiation and getting people to join our organization. He worked with drug trade and manufacturing, as well as converting public officials. One of his main jobs was to punish people."


I nodded slowly, Sinister looked hesitant.


"But Cal I'm not sure if the whole 'punish people' role suits you." He said slowly.


I frowned, "Why not?"


He chuckled, patting my head, "Because you're still a teenager, and you don't have a ton of experience with killing and beating people."


I shrugged, "Well, you'd be surprised. I took a Harry Potter sorting hat quiz, and it said I was a Slytherin. Soo, I don't mean to brag, but I'd say I'm pretty badass."


He cocked his head to the side in confusion.


I waved him off, "Nevermind, you're an old man. But, I'm just saying that I'm willing. I want to try. And you never know, maybe having a female as your second in command could be an advantage."


Sinister straightened the collar of his crisp white shirt, "I guess the only way to tell is by experience. We have a strip club downtown that I'm going to take you to. I want you to help me find a way to increase profits there."


I kept my face expressionless as I nodded.


"You might want to dress a little more...professional, my love." He smirked as he watched me squirm in my seat.


I glanced down at my boxers and white hoodie that had the words


Mexican Vagina


Written on it in black sharpie. I glared at him.


"What's wrong with what it says?" I asked innocently


He rolled his eyes at me as he motioned for me to get dressed.


***


We traveled with 6 bodyguards in heavily tinted SUV's. Some things never change.


I wore a tight black blazer, with a white collared shirt buttoned up underneath. I also wore a black pencil skirt and minimal height black heels. My hair was swept up into a tight, slick pony tail.


"I look like my 5th grade math teacher Mrs. Burden. She was a whore." I pouted as the SUV pulled into a colorful looking club called "The Playmates Club."


Sinister glanced at me, "You look beautiful flower. Embrace who you are." He pecked my lips before one of his men opened the car door for us.


We stepped out of the car, Sinister and I walking side by side, our guards filing around us in a tight formation.


The bouncer stared at us, nodding his head respectfully to Sinister


"Mr. Velkov, it's a pleasure to see you again sir." I noticed how his massive form had shrunken in the presence of the 'oh so scary' Sinister Velkov.


Sinister didn't say anything except tilt his head in acknowledgement, as the bouncer held open the door to the club.


Inside, heavy music blasted, colorful lights streamed everywhere. Poles were placed on the stage at the center of the club. There were strippers and men, everywhere. The women had faces caked in heavy makeup, you could smell the intoxicating stench of perfume and alcohol.


"Mr. Velkov!" A voice rang out as a man ran to meet Sinister.


He wore a white shirt that was stained with food, his face untrimmed with a messy looking beard. His hair was slicked back with oil, he looked shocked to see Sinister standing there.


"Brion, this is Mrs. Velkov, she's here to do some...fixing up, to increase he revenue of this establishment."


The man looked at me, a smile on his face as he extended his hand.


"Mrs. Velkov, it's nice to meet you. You're quite young to be doing this...what happened to Afanas? I'd much rather speak terms with him." Brion said, trying to sound polite, but he sounded like a complete dick to me.


"You will be disusing terms with me, from now on. Understand?" My voice was cool and calculated.


He looked to Sinister, as if asking Sinisters permission.


"You heard her." Sinister muttered, winking at me.


Brion's face went beet red as he lowered his head.


"Of course, let's head into my office, shall we?"


We followed him through the club, I watched as strippers danced on men, their clothing looked like it was about to fall off.


His office was just as sloppy as his appearance. Papers and trash littered the ground. Old cigarettes and joint wraps were everywhere.


I cleared my throat as Sinister and I took a seat.


"May I see your revenue documents?" I asked firmly.


He coughed, and began sifting through the masses of papers, spilling a beer bottle in the process.


I turned to Sinister, "vy pozvolyayete etoy slob upravlyat' biznesom?"(You let this slob run a business?)


He chuckled, "isprav'te situatsiyu, tsvetok." (Fix the situation then, flower).


I shook my head at Sinister, watching as the man finally found the papers. He handed them over to me, and I found them sticky to the touch.


This better not be cum, I swear to god.


I glanced at his monthly profits, they had been decreasing by the month.


"Can you tell me why you're monthly revenue has been decreasing by 15% every month?" I asked simply.


He stammered, struggling to find something to say.


"Less customers I guess...strippers just don't make people as happy anymore..." His face flushed red as he responded.


"Well, you know what makes people happy?" I asked.


Brion thought for a moment, "sex! We can make the strippers have sex for money, great idea."


I frowned, "No. Drugs, drugs make people happy."


From the corner of my eye, I saw Sinister nod, leaning forward in his seat.


"Instead of selling drugs off the streets, we can sell it from here. Men come in for a lap dance, and leave with some kind of paraphernalia. This way, we can use the club to launder money , and increase profits. It would decrease the liability of selling drugs on the streets by running it inside an actual business."


Brion's eyes widened, "that's actually a good idea..."


I glanced at Sinister, watching for some sort of approval. He nodded slowly, a small small etched on the edge of his lips.


"I will have my suppliers set up a meeting with you sometime soon." Sinister said simply as he stood.


Brion shook both Sinister and I's hands before motioning towards the exit.


"Oh Brion?" I asked as I turned around.


His eyes went wide again, sweat dripping from his forehead as he waited for me to say something.


"Get more organized. Get your shit together. This isn't your fucking apartment, it's a business. Start acting like it." I muttered, not waiting for him to respond as I walked past Sinister and into the open door of the SUV.


"Very nicely done." Sinister chuckled, pecking my lips with his.


***


OHMYGOD it's December 2nd whoah


-Aleksei

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