Sinister's POV:
I had my men track calla's call, I don't know how she managed to get a cellphone, but just hearing her voice made me want to cry.
Manly, I know.
We were already in Russia, talking to individual gangs that worked for me, I managed to get 3 restaurants that were the Bratva gangs favorite places to go to. There was Café Pushkin, Piccolino, and Buono.
We had already been to Café Pushkin, it was almost embarrassing, walking in with 50 men trailing behind me, guns pointed.
Calla was nowhere to be found, and I had to pay the establishment $5,000 for "emotional discretion".
We drove in the car, on our way to Buono. My hands gripped my .9mm, my knuckles turning white. Afanas, who sat next to me, pulled out a small tube of powdered cocaine. His face held a big smile.
"Really?" I sighed.
"It helps me concentrate." He shrugged as he snorted a line.
I had brought, almost, the entire Mafia with us to Moscow. I rented a commercial airline, and stocked my men with $600,000 worth of artillery. We were heavily armed, and extremely pissed.
The car pulled to an abrupt stop outside the extravagant restaurant. I stepped out of the sleek black car, watching in amusement as 7 other SUV's pulled up, my men stepping out. The sound of fire trucks and law enforcement was distant, and I paid it no mind.
Gabriel and Afanas stood beside me, awaiting orders.
"Let's make this as simple as possible" I called out to my men "we go in, guns drawn, if Calla is there, we retrieve her. Shoot Illeya and Steffen on sight."
My men nodded to me, I pulled out an AK-47, nodding to Afanas.
I peered inside the restaurant, frowning as I saw small orange flames licking the walls of the interior. I heard the sirens of Firetrucks getting closer.
"She's there."
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Calla's POV:
"Stop fucking chasing me, Donald Trump!!" I shrieked as I dodged a dining table.
The fire had drawn attention from the customers, and the establishment was in complete chaos. People were running around, screaming, trying to dodge the flames that had spread.
Vasily and Steffen were hot on my heels as I sprinted past booths and tables, and into the girls bathroom. I slammed the door behind me, locking it with extreme force.
I heard the slamming of those pricks trying to get in. Their fists pounded on the door.
"I have explosive diarrhea!" I screamed "don't come in!!!"
They kept pounding on the door. Inappropriate assholes.
Suddenly I heard screaming, and gunshots erupting in the room, the muffled sounds of Steffen cursing made me grin.
My baby's back.
"Sinister!!" I screamed "I'm in the bathroom!!" I made a poor attempt at notifying him, but the sounds of Steffen and Vasily's pounding blocked out my screams.
Okay, what do I do? What's better than screaming for help?
Singing.
"Hello...its me, I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet!!!" I yelled, pressing my back to the wall of the bathroom.
My heart was fucking racing, but I was quite proud of my fire setting abilities.
Okay, next song, obviously Adele isn't going to help me. Eminem...be my savior.
"His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy . There's vomit on his sweater already, MOM'S SPAGHETTI!!!!!!!" I screamed, pressing Sinisters ring tightly to my chest.
Suddenly the pounding stopped, and the door burst open, THAT FUCKER KICKED THE DOOR DOWN.
Steffen looked pissed as fuck, his pale face was twisted into a sick sneer as he took two long strides into the bathroom. Vasily's followed close behind, holding a gun in his hand.
"Sinister!!" I screamed, trying to look around Steffen and Vasily's, but those fucking Giants were too big.
I grabbed a hand towel, swinging it around like a ninja, "HI-YAH!" I screamed, trying to daddy whip these fuckers.
Steffen reached out to grab me when suddenly there was a loud gunshot, a bloody hole appeared on Steffen's pale forehead as he slumped to the ground. I let out a scream, his dead body slumping on top of mine, forcing me to the ground.
The sudden sound of a shot gun rang through my ears as Vasily's dead body was thrown across the room.
I continued screaming, trying to heave my ex-boyfriends dead body off of me, his weight was crushing me as I struggled to breathe. It felt like my lungs were burning as I gasped for air, screaming frantically.
Suddenly, Steffen's weight was thrown off of me, and I looked into the iced eyes of the man I never thought I would see again.
"Sinister..." I breathed, struggling to search for words as he lifted me off the ground.
We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, not saying anything, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Every time I looked at him, it felt like I was falling in love all over again. His iced blue eyes were fierce, his jawline was so sharp I wanted to poke it to see if I'd cut myself.
He pulled me to him, and I felt myself crying as he bundled me into his arms, I wrapped my arms around his neck, sobbing into his shirt.
"My little flower..." He breathed, resting his head on top of mine.
I felt my entire body trembling with the relief of having him hold me. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, my breathing was heavy as he held me in his strong arms.
"I missed you, Calla."
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Sinister's POV:
Calla set Illeya on fire, he was now being treated at Moscows Intensive Care, for third degree burns all across his body.
Good for Calla, that's my baby.
Nothing made me happier, than to hold the woman I love. To have the power to save her from danger. But the thing was, I was dangerous for her. She would never be safe if she lived with me, she would never be safe if she still loves me.
I love her beautiful smile, her fiery personality, her bubbly laugh that was contagious. I love the little glint in her eyes, the mischievous glimmer that ignited my world.
But she deserves the universe, and I'm just a star.
When I asked her to marry me, I wasn't thinking. I wasn't thinking about the danger I would be putting her in. I wasn't thinking about the effect it would have on everyone around me. I was being selfish.
Love that we cannot have, is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest, and feels the strongest.
Calla's heart was wild, but I didn't want to catch it. I wanted to run with it, to set mine free.
I held her in my arms, she was humming the theme song to "The Office." We were on a flight back to America. She's going to hate me for what I'm about to do.
Afanas and I had agreed it would be best to set my flower free. We knew she wouldn't go willingly, hell, she set a fucking restaurant on fire a few hours ago. So, we slipped some sleeping powder into a drink that would make her sleep for the next 16 hours.
"Hey, Cal. Do you want something to drink?" I smiled warmly at her.
Her blue eyes flashed open, "Sí."
I chuckled, trying to hide the sadness in my eyes as I grabbed the glass of champagne, the sleeping powder already inside.
We were flying to Florida, and leaving her there. I couldn't think of a better way to do this. No matter what I did, she would fight it. She would never let me go.
We purchased her an expensive apartment in Miami, set her up with everything she needs to live her life, money, clothes, a car...
I would never see her again.
It was breaking my heart.
She took a big sip, and smiled at me childishly, "it's bubbly."
I pressed my lips to her forehead, "I know, tsvetok." (Flower).
She tucked a strand of ink black hair behind her ear and yawned. I had to start talking, now, before she fell asleep.
"Hey Calla, I need you to listen to me." I said, holding her tiny hand in mine, trying to hold myself together.
She nodded.
"We can't be together. I can't keep putting you in danger."
Her smiled vanished from her face, her eyes growing wide as she moved away from me. Tears immediately spilling down her beautiful face.
"W-What?" Her voice cracked.
"Baby, we can't be together" I swallowed a sob "we don't mean to hurt each other, but in the end we do, and perhaps no matter how right we are for each other...we'll always be a little too wrong,"
Her body began to tremble, her breathing grew heavy, tears spilled down her face, "Sinister, please don't do this. I-I love you" she let out a cry "I-I can't live without you. I need you."
I felt my heart shattering, I would never find someone like Calla. I would never find anyone I loved more. I felt a tear slip down my cheek, I shook my head.
I have to do this, I have to save her.
Her eyes began to flutter, the sleeping powder beginning to take effect. Tears still spilled down her cheeks.
"I love you sinister." She mumbled, the sadness consuming her voice.
"I love you too baby." I pressed my lips to her cheek.
She glanced at me her eyes watering, "please don't leave me."
I took in a shaky breath, "Even if we can't be together in the end, I'm glad you were a part of my life."
"I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for you, Sinister." she sobbed.
I held her hands, "you were baby. You're perfect, strong and beautiful. You will stay in my heart forever, But I'm sorry you couldn't stay in my life."
She glanced at me one last time, her big blue eyes were desperate, before her eyes fluttered shut.
I let out a sob, pressing my head into my hands. I'm doing this for her, I have to do this. I cannot keep risking her life.
It's for the best, I can never see her again.
If loving her kills me now, then I was ready for death the second I laid eyes on her. I will never stop loving my sweet flower, my fierce wife. She was many things, sweet, scary, feisty, sassy, beautiful, funny. She was a little pyromaniac, an alcoholic, a crazy bitch, a beautiful fighter....but there was one thing she never was.
She was never a prostitute.
And I'll love her forever.
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The End.