Come Back to Me

Chapter 62

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"Hayden, Princess, Trixie, Candy, blah blah. Who gives a fuck what your name is?" I muttered as I trotted closer to Sinister and Hayden. Sinister's hand was still hovering over the trigger as the barrel of the gun was pressed firmly against Hayden's temple.

She said nothing, her eyes were wide in shock as she trembled against Sinister.

"Isn't it funny that you thought he was actually interested in you?" I bust out laughing, gripping my sides and wiping away fake tears.

I'm a petty bitch, I know.

"Calla, my love...what're you doing here?" Sinister asked calmly, completely unfazed and undeterred at how hard Hayden was struggling against him.

Hah. My husband is strong.

"Don't 'Calla my love' you punk. You totally lied to me just so that my reaction would be believable. That's a dick move." I huffed as I began skipping around the room.

"Um.." Hayden whimpered as she continued pulling against Sinister "don't you think we can resolve thi-- OW!! What the fuck?" She yelled.

Sinister looked at me pointedly, "Calla? What did you throw at her?"

"A pebble." I shrugged.

"No!" Hayden yelled "It was a fucking rock!"

"It was a pebble, stop being so dramatic Rebecca." I huffed, taking a few more steps closer to them.

Sinister's mouth curved up slightly as a red welt began forming on Hayden's perfectly tanned fucking forehead. I hate her, she even has a pretty forehead.

do with her?" I asked, my eyes lighting up like a fat kid who's about to eat birthday

"Since she's the wife of the head of the American Mob, I was thinking maybe sell her to another

Hayden went still.

Or, we could just like make her eat nothing but Oreo's

eat her."

say lets sell her

would we give

fuck

this right in front of her. Her terror was

motioning his hands to the guards that were at the door of the garage. He shoved Hayden towards the men as they

away, "I was having fun plotting

know, flower. But Hayden will be sold to a gang in the Middle East, as a gift. They will do much worse things to her than giving her clinical diabetes

that easy. You lied to me. You

eyes

did he know, that "punishment" wasn't dirty little elf sex. It was zero sex, Vampire Diaries and Gossip Girl marathons, and me violating every single one of his

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20 weeks later ;)

"I'm FAT!" I pouted.

pregnant." Sinister sighed as he

today, and I was absolutely ecstatic. I couldn't wait. I thought I'd be terrified, but I was completely and utterly ecstatic. I was going

he would kiss my belly and talk to the baby. He even had architects and designers come into our house to designate a room for the baby right next to

thinking maybe "Toaster", "Paste" or "Oprah"."

and closing his mouth as he searched

pipped up "if it's

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