Chapter 52

I tried to make waffles today, but I forgot that you need a waffle maker to do that, so it turns out they were just pancakes.


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Also, I didn't edit this. Whoopsies


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You know when you're having a really bad nightmare, and suddenly you wake up, and you're so fucking grateful that it was just a dream?


That's honestly how I felt right now, my arms wrapped around Sinisters bloodied body, trying to keep myself from sobbing as I held him tight to me.


I nuzzled myself into his neck, my arms slung around him as I held onto him for dear life. I was so grateful to have him in my arms, to wrap myself around the only person in the world that loved me feircely. The only person who knew me completely, and understood me.


"You came back for me." He whispered again, his breath hot in my ear as he pulled me tighter towards him.


"I always will." I whispered, holding back the tears of relief that burned my eyes.


I glanced around, the fire in the warehouse was spreading, it's flames growing by the minute. The horrible stench of burnt flesh invaded my nostrils, as the dead bodies around us became consumed by the fire.


I looked back at Sinister, blood was still dripping down from his nose, his jaw swollen from punches that Illeya had thrown at him. His bright, icy eyes flashed with pain as he clutched his side.


"Let's get out of here." I said, nodding towards Afanas's masked frame as we both grabbed Sinisters arms, throwing his slumped weight over our shoulders as we began to drag him out of the warehouse.


The men around us followed, their guns still raised, as the huddled around us, forming a protective circle as we made our way out of the burning buildings.


Sebastian pulled up to the front of the burning building in a truck, Gabriel opened the doors to the SUV as we pulled Sinister inside. The icy December air was harsh as it swept my hair all over my face and stung my cheeks. Sinister let out a pained groan as he situated himself in the seat, his face pale with sweat and blood.


"Take the jets back to the compound" I ordered Gabriel "we'll meet back there."


He glanced at Sinister, "Make sure Sebastian tends to his wounds, we have a doctor back at the compound, but if he doesn't get bandaged up soon I doubt he'll make it."


I nodded sharply, as Gabriel slammed the door shut, tapping the back twice as Afanas sped off. As soon as we were far enough away, Afanas slipped his mask off his face, his dark eyes glancing in the rearview mirror at Sinister.


Sebastian jumped into action, pulling a First Aid kit from the back seat, his white blonde hair was covered in blood, and from the lack of wounds he had, I was assuming it was someone elses blood.


He slid opened the box, and I rolled my eyes, watching as bottles of Oxycodone, Hydrocodone, Propoxyphene, and Percocets piled out. His eyes lit up with amusement as he handed Sinister 3 Percocet's  and an Oxycodone.


Sinister didn't even waste a second as he threw the small white pills into his mouth and swallowed. His head tilted back as he winced, the truck running over a rough patch in the road. He gripped at the knife wound in his stomach, blood pouring from it, his dark shirt soaked in blood, his hands tinted with red.


Sebastian motioned for him to move his shirt up as he held a bottle of sterelizing alcohol in his hand, and a large cloth bandage in the other.


Sinister winced in pain as he lifted his shirt up, a deep, bloodied cut embedded in his abdomen. I tried to ignore the fact that I couldn't stop staring at his rock hard abs, and instead focused on the matter at hand. I gripped Sinisters ringed hand in mine, his blood smudging over my fingers as I gave him a reassuring squeeze.


Sebastian poured the sterelizing alcohol over Sinisters wound, Sinisters hand squeezed mine, hard, his face turning bright red as he tried not to scream from the pain.


In one quick motion, Sebastian slid the bandage over Sinisters stomach, and after a few moments, Sinisters grip finally loosened, his face softening as he relaxed. His breathing started to slow down as he held his eyes closed shut.


"Seabass, I didn't know you knew anything about medical shit." I stated, my thumb rubbing Sinisters fingers.


Sebastian glanced at me sheepishly, "I don't. I took CPR in 9th grade."


"That's not the same thing." I deadpanned.


"Alsoo" He chirped "I do lots and lots of drugs. So I'd say, I'm a medical professional."


He shrugged, throwing the left over bandages and pill bottles into the box. He glanced at my arm, his eyes focusing in on the deep gash I had.


"You want some painkillers?" He asked quietly, Sinister had passed out next to us.


I shook my head, "I'm okay." The pain in my arm was nowhere near the pain Sinister must  be feeling.


"Then here." Sebastian rummaged through the box, pulling out a big Hello Kitty bandage, and sliding it over my wound. I clenched my teeth as the white hot pain sizzled and muffled against the bandage.


"Thanks." I said quietly, turning my attention to Sinister, whose face was pasty and pale as he slept. His beaten face was still so beautiful, his lips parted slightly in slumber.


"How's the patient?" Afanas asked from the drivers seat, his dark eyes flickering from the rode, to the mirror.


"He's okay, he passed out." I whispered, my hand still intertwined with Sinisters.


"You might want to get some sleep, Cal. It's over an hours drive to the airport." He said softly.


I nodded, setting myself down next to Sinister, my body laying close to his. Sebastian hopped up into the passanger seat, him and Afanas talked in hushed voices.


I glanced down at my ring, it's diamonds glittered and dazzled up at mine, my Mafia tattoo making me smile to myself as I shut my eyes peacefully, nuzzling my body close to Sinisters.


It was funny, really. Sinister had saved me so many times, swooping in like a hero, but it was my turn this time. And I'm so thankful we were lucky enough to get to him in time.


I had spent my entire life locked in a cage, I didn't go to college, I didn't have a job. And it was only a few years ago, I was out at a sleazy club with my ex-friends, having the worst time on my 18th birthday.


But the thing is, no matter how trapped I was...I didn't need a hero. I wasn't waiting for a hero, I had saved myself long ago. I didn't need someone to complete me, I was whole alone. I just wanted a 6'5 sexy weirdo to go on adventures with. Someone who would dance with me, hold me, kiss me when I least expected it, and make me laugh. That's it. And that's exactly what I got.


"Hey Cal?" Sinister said next to me, his voice weak and raspy.


"Hmm?"


"Your birthday's next week." His eyes remained closed, his lips tilting up into a small, peaceful smile.


Only he would be on the brink of death, and bring up something as meaningless as my birthday. He was so silly.


"We're gonna have a party." He hummed softly.


I laughed quietly, "Ah, no, no we're not."


"Yes, yes we are." His smile was bigger now, his eyes still closed.


I was going to be 20, that's crazy to think about, because in my mind, I was still 12. It has been 2 years since I had met Sinister. And honestly, it feels as though it's been a lifetime. We've been to hell and back, quite literally, and I felt like I had known this man since the day I was born.


"Hey cal?"


"Yes Sinister."


"I'm 28."


I chuckled, "That's nice, Sinister." My hand rubbing his softly as I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck.


"Hey Cal?" He quirked, his eyes still closed, a smile still splayed at the edge of his lips.


"Yes Sinister." Why won't this man just sleep?


"Where do babies come from?" His sleepy smile grew.


"That's my line." I muttered, closing my eyes, hoping his useless questions were finished with.


"Hey Cal?"


"What?"


"I love you."



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Aleksei

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