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.

with her?" I asked, my eyes lighting up like a fat kid

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

Hayden went still.

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

dare say eat her." He said

"No way. I was going to say lets sell her to a

would we give her

fuck chicks

we were talking about 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 dragged her away as she screamed at the

away, "I was having fun plotting

a gift. They will do much worse things

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

His eyes glittered with

Diaries and Gossip Girl marathons, and me violating every single

***

20 weeks later ;)

"I'm FAT!" I pouted.

not fat. You're pregnant." Sinister sighed as he sat down in

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

too. At night, he would kiss my belly and talk to the baby. He even had architects

thinking maybe "Toaster",

blankly, opening and closing his mouth as he searched his brain for words to

I pipped up "if it's a