Chapter 48

Weed or Alcohol?
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You know when you're in the middle of a test, and there's always that one asshole that's coughing too loud, or sniffing too often?


You know when you're trying to get somewhere fast, but there's always that one bastard that's walking so slow, acting like they just shit their pants, and all you're trying to do is walk like a regular person?


You know those fuck heads who chew with their mouth open?


You know those shit faces that scrape their fork against their teeth?


Multiply all of these by 650,000 and that's how triggered I was at the moment.


I would recognize Illeyas voice anywhere. It dripped with painful memories. The deep rumble that emmited from deep inside his chest made me shiver with anguish and absolute fear.


The icy barrel of the gun was pressed hard into my temple.


Sinister's eyes widened as he looked at the man who was standing behind me. His fists quivered with rage as his eyes locked on to the gun that was rammed against my head.


"Don't you all look suprised to see me?" He chuckled darkly from behind me, his voice lacking all essences of humor.


"Get your gun away from her." Sinister seethed, his arms twitching by his side as he contemplated what to do.


"But that would ruin all of my fun, Sinister. And you're all about fun, aren't you? Remember when you shot my best friend Steffan in the head?"


This cannot be happening. How is this happening.


Illeya roughly spun me around to face him, the barrel of the gun still digging into my temple.


What I saw before me made my skin pale, my eyes widened as I looked into the eyes of a true monster.


Illeya's face was unregoznizable, his face was charred with healed wounds, his hair was knatty and flakey. His big blue eyes were covered with swollen, burned skin. His lips turned up into a sick kind of smirk, his lips deformed.


He looked like a mask, nothing like the once decently attractive sibling I had grown up with. He looked like some sort of twisted halloween costume, his face a mix of red bubbling burns.


"I see you didn't appreciate my little bonfire." I smiled weakly, wincing as he tighened his hold on my arms, the gun digging into the flesh of my skull.


"Do you comprehend how painful thermal 3rd degree burns are, Calla? Do you understand what it feels like to have your entire body set on fucking fire?" He seethed, the burned flesh of his morphed face wrinkled with every word he spoke.


"Hey buddy, I didn't discover fire, I just created it. Ow." I groaned as he squeezed my arm, tightening his hold on me.


"You little fucking bitch, you're going to feel more pain than fire." He spat.


"Oohh, burnnn." I squeaked, struggling to catch my breath as he dug the gun deeper into the sensative skin on my temple.


Honestly, I was just masking my fear with mediocre jokes.


"Illeya, what the fuck do you want?" Sinister spoke slowly.


Ileya spun to face him, pulling me with him.


Sinister stood a few feet away, his hand twitching towards the gun in his waistband, his other hand was out in front of him, his palm facing down as if Illeya was some sort of tiger he was trying to tame.


"Don't waste your energy, Mr. Velkov. You and the traitor can put your guns on the ground, or the bitch dies."


I frowned, "Did you just called me a bitch? Damn, someones fired up."


Sebastian watched hesitantly, his eyes clashing with Illeya's. They were in the same gang together, they used to be friends. Maybe if anyone could calm him down, it'd be Sebass.


"Illeya..." Sebastain said slowly "don't do this man. Don't cause more trouble, she's your fucking sister for godsake."


"Yeah" I squeaked "Don't be such a hot head."


Illeya chuckled, his grip tightening.


"The same sister that got my best friend killed and fucking set me on fire? No, she's not my sister." His voice was dry and raspy, shaking with rage as he gripped the side of my face with one hand, shoving the cool metal of the gun into my mouth.


"Nothing" he laughed dryly "nothing would make me happier than to put a bullet in her head."


I tried to pull away from him, but this man was strong. He rammed the barrel of the gun into my mouth, I felt the stinging metallic taste of the gun fill my senses as his nails cut into the flesh of my cheek.


"So what?" Sinister said carefully "You're just going to shoot her? You know we'll kill you as soon as you pull that trigger."


Sinisters icy blue eyes flickered from me to Illeya, panic covered his face, his chest rising and falling with despair.


"No..." Illeya chuckled "no, like I said, I'm going to do much worse than kill her. You may have tried to bring down the Bratva gang, but we're still here."


Where the fuck is Afanas. Why hasn't he come out yet.


As soon as the words left his mouth, half a dozen heavily armed men came from the shadows, I recognized some of their cruel faces from when I was kidnapped.


Sinister and Sebastian watched as the men pointed their guns at them, both of their hands raised in surrender.


I pulled against Illeya, he took the gun out of my mouth only to ram it against the back of my head.


"Don't look, Sinister. Don't look." I fought a sob that tried to escape my throat.


Illeya laughed again, "Cal, I said I wasn't going to kill you."


He turned his attention to Sinister, "Mr. Velkov, would you give your life for the woman you love?"


"Yes." Sinister said, not skipping a beat. His chest rising and falling with panic, his cool eyes never leaving mine.


"Then please, take her place." Illeya said calmly, guesturing for Sinister to come, "Sebastian, you might want to hold her back, we don't want her getting shot, now do we?"


"Wait what? No!" I screamed, but it all happened so fast.


Sinister took 5 steps towards us, and suddenly I was being thrown at Sebastian, Sinister taking my place as Illeya rammed the gun at his head.


"No!!" I screamed, lunging towards Sinister.


Sebastian caught me, his arms locking around my waist as I flailed against him, punching and kicking with every ounce of strength I had. I felt my fists connect with the soft flesh of Sebastians skin, but I didn't care.


"Very smart choice." Illeya grinned, raising his gun and bringing it down onto the bridge of Sinisters nose.


I could hear the faint crack of Sinisters nose breaking as the gun came in contact with his skin, blood immediatly began pouring from his face.


Sinister didn't even make a noise, he merely winced from the pain, his eyes only looking at mine as blood trickled down his face.


I bit and screamed and cried, as Sebastian gripped me with all of his strength.


"Sinister, please please don't do this!" I sobbed, letting myself fall limp into Sebastians arms.


Sinister smiled sadly, pain was so evident in his gaze.


I let the tears flow free down my cheeks, "Sinister don't do this, please don't do this, please, please."


He smiled softly, "Flower, it's okay, baby I promise, it's going to be okay. I found something worth dying for."


I shook my head fiercely, fighting back sobs that filled my throat/


"Then make it worth living." I choked.


He shook his head, "It can't be like that baby. I love you so much Calla."


Illeya chuckled, finding all of this amusing. His gun still raised to Sinisters head.


"Well, shall we?" Illeya motioned towards the car door.


Sinister wiped away a river of blood that fell from his nose, "At least let me say goodbye."


Illeya grinned, "That's cute, get in the car." He rammed his gun into Sinisters back.


"SINISTER!!!" I screamed, pulling against Sebastian as I lunged for the car.


Sinister glanced at me before stepping into the car. His eyes were sad, his lips formed into a straight line, a single stray tear dripped down his cheek.


"Don't come after me, Calla." He said quietly, Illeya shoving him into the back seat.


The second that car door shut and sped down the road, I felt myself drowning in my own tears. My body went completely limp in Sebastians arms as he slumped to the ground, cradling my shaking body in his arms. I screamed, feeling myself becoming shattered and completely fucking broken.


"Shhh, Calla, shh." Sebastian whispered into my hair, his arms holding me tightly. His voice was weak with sadness as he whispered in my ear.


When Sinister left me, it was on his own good will. He did it to save me. I always had that stinging hope in my chest that I would see him again. That he would come back to me.


This time was different. There was no hope. There was only this darkness that consumed my heart and body. It ate away at me, pushing depression and sobs up my throat as I screamed with a pain far worse than death.


The only thing truly worse than that darkness of being alone, was having the only person in the world who you truly loved, ripped away from you.


"We have to go a-after him." I cried, my hands shaking as I tried to stand.


Sebastian said nothing, shaking his head as he pulled me back to the ground, holding my limp body in his arms.


Every sob I cried, felt like a noose slowly getting tighter around my neck, killing myself with my own cries and screams.


Sinisters words rang in my head


Don't come after me

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