Come Back to Me

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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.

I asked, my eyes lighting up like a fat kid who's

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

Hayden went still.

smiled "is a fabulous idea. Just fabulous. Or, we could just like make her eat nothing

you dare say eat her."

to say lets sell her to a prostitution ring,

would we give her

used to fuck

were talking about this right in front of her. Her terror was like a

glittered with amusement as he gave me a small smile before motioning his hands to the guards that were at the door of the garage. He shoved

pouted as the men dragged her away, "I was having fun

sold to a gang in the Middle East, as a gift. They will do

You're not getting off that easy. You lied to me. You have to be

His eyes

It was zero sex, Vampire Diaries and Gossip Girl marathons,

***

20 weeks later ;)

"I'm FAT!" I pouted.

Sinister sighed as he sat down in the chair

and utterly ecstatic. I was going to have

was pretty excited too. At night, 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"

mouth as he searched his brain for words to

pipped up "if it's