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.

my eyes lighting up like a fat kid

the head of the American Mob, I was thinking maybe sell her to another gang? One that

Hayden went still.

Just fabulous. Or, we could just like make her eat nothing but Oreo's and Burger King for a year, ya know, to fatten

dare say eat her."

say lets sell her to

would we

used to fuck chicks left

right in front of her. Her terror was like

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

pouted as the men dragged her away, "I was

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

off that easy. You lied to me. You have to be punished." I rubbed my belly with my

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

***

20 weeks later ;)

"I'm FAT!" I pouted.

Sinister sighed as he sat down in

I couldn't wait. I thought I'd be 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

though he's too "manly" to 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 right next

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

stared at me blankly, opening and closing his mouth as he searched his brain for words

pipped up "if it's