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.

we going to do with her?" I asked, my eyes lighting

wife of the head of the American Mob, I was thinking maybe sell her to

Hayden went still.

I smiled "is a fabulous idea. Just fabulous. Or, we could just like make her eat nothing but Oreo's and

you dare say eat her."

to say lets sell her to a prostitution

we give

used to fuck chicks

how we were talking about this right in front of

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 Hayden towards the men as they dragged her away

away, "I was having fun plotting her

the Middle East, as a gift. They will do much worse things to her than giving her clinical diabetes and

me. You have to be punished." I

His eyes

zero sex, Vampire Diaries and Gossip Girl marathons, and me violating

***

20 weeks later ;)

"I'm FAT!" I pouted.

Sinister sighed as he sat down in the

terrified, but I was completely and utterly ecstatic. I was going to have a baby, something that would be just as crazy

admit it, 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

girl, I was thinking maybe "Toaster", "Paste" or

and closing his mouth as he searched his brain for words to respond

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