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.

my eyes

of the American Mob, I was thinking

Hayden went still.

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

say eat her." He

I was going to say lets sell her

would we

used to fuck chicks left and

front of her. Her terror was

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

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

the Middle East, as a gift. They will do much

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

His eyes

wasn't dirty little elf sex. It was zero sex, Vampire Diaries and Gossip Girl marathons, and me violating every single one of his sweatshirts with

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20 weeks later ;)

"I'm FAT!" I pouted.

pregnant." Sinister sighed as he sat down in the chair of

terrified, but I was completely and utterly ecstatic. I was going to have a baby, something that would be just as crazy and goofy as me. Something to pour my love

talk to the baby. He even had architects and designers come into our house to designate a

thinking maybe

blankly, opening and closing his mouth

I pipped up "if it's

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