Come Back to Me

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"Is it just me, or does everyone here look like they have daddy issues?" I said to Sinister, my arm encircling his as he led us into an immense room, filled with hundreds of expensively dressed men and women.

"Hush Calla." Sinister whispered to me.

I glanced at Sebastian, who nodded hardly to me in agreement.

See? Someone knows what I'm talking about. Every man and woman in the room were draped with expensive clothes and jewelry. It was almost funny, how every woman in the room was absolutely stunning, no matter what their date looked like.

Hah, gold diggers.

A massive orchestra played music in the front of the ballroom, men and women danced graciously in front of them. Well-dressed servers and waiters walked briskly around, offering champagne, sparkling waters and exotic looking dishes to people.

"This place looks too...breakable for me to be here." I commented, as Sinister offered me a glass of sparkling water.

"I agree, but stay confident Calla. Have you not noticed the way people are looking at you?" He commented, taking a swig from the crystal glass.

I honed in on people near us, I felt stupid to not have known it before, my eyes seemed to come in contact with everyone around us. An older man looked at Sinister, and then to me, his date following in his lead. Everyone seemed to be looking at Sinister and I.

This is fucking weird.

"It's fear, admiration, and curiosity, if you were wondering." Sinister said, his hand grazing the small of my back.

"Gotcha. That's weird, why don't they just come and talk to me if they're so damn curious?"

Sinister chuckled, "Fear, of me mostly, but also of you. They heard how you slaughtered the remaining members of the Bratva gang. You're known to be quite merciless, though I find you just adorable."

"Just adorable." I mimicked, rolling my eyes and downing the rest of my non alcoholic beverage. Jesus I would kill for some alcohol.

I glanced over to Sebastian and Sabrina, Seb seemed to be making cheerful conversation with an old looking man, who's arm rested very very low on some young girls back.

Seb noticed me looking at them and motioned for me to join them. Sinister nodded to him, leading me towards the little group. The young girl looked even younger than I was, she had light olive skin, with red hair pulled into a tight bun. She had wide, innocent looking brown eyes that stared at us as we approached them.

"Sinister, Calla, this is Samuel, he runs one of the largest human trafficking rings in the country." Sebastian nodded to us.

Oh, perfect.

His skin was leathery, his white hair sleeked back. He looked old enough to be my grandfather,

"Oh my!" He barked out, staring at us, "Sinister Velkov, it's just such a pleasure to meet you, you as well Mrs. Velkov." He stared creepily at me "I've heard many stories of your little second in command here." He nodded appreciatively at me as he spoke to Sinister.

"Good to meet you." Sinister said crisply, his arm still tight around me.

"Pleasure to meet you" I said awkwardly, "This must be your...daughter? Granddaughter?"

Sinister's hand tightened, but instead of taking offense, Samuel barked out into laughter, as if what I just said was the most ridiculous, unmentionable thing possible.

"Gods no, this is Ariel, my date." He slapped her ass for good measure.

Classy.

"Sinister Velkov! Is that you!!" A high pitched voice squealed.

I turned to see a fucking blonde goddess walking our way. You have got.to.be.kidding.me.

She was my height, if not taller. Her hair was long and golden blonde. She wore a revealing red dress, to reveal perfectly perky tanned boobs. Her long legs were revealed by a high slit, and god fuck me she had big blue eyes that were hooded by thick black makeup. She looked to be in her mid twenties, and oh my fuck I'm going to die, if I was gay I'd want her. Hell, I think I want her now. Wait, no Calla, no. She is the enemy.

looked like Barbie sent from

head perked up as he

over to him like it was

arms around him. Sinister actually kissed her cheeks as they embraced, and I felt like throwing myself in front

Sebastian whispered to me

The fuck?

You look fabulous, just incredible!" She gushed at

going to slam my

you haven't changed a bit." Sinister smiled at her, Hayden laughed, pawing at

Remember to make this

glass in my hand, the crystals shattering into millions

wow,

sighed, "Hayden, this is Calla,

fazed, "Oh hi Calla!" She turned to Sinister, "Oh Sin, she's so cute! How have I

I am not cute.

in command. So you know, I'm married to a billionaire, and I kill people for a living. What do

"Hayden." She corrected.

same thing. They're

she didn't like me, her smile didn't meet those cynical blue

dance?" Sinister offered her his

He did NOT.

darting a glance at me before grasping

This is not actually

to me, "That's gotta

I glared at him.

"Hey baby,

I'm not in a good

think too

will buy a Toyota Camry just

curse words before grabbing Sabrina

as Sinister curled his arms around her tiny little waist, they were both laughing as they

I sniffed, watching as their figures got swallowed up

a waiter who was

me as he offered me a glass, I grabbed it from his hands and

leave but I grabbed his arm, "Don't even think about leaving. I'm heavily armed and heavily hormonal, do not fuck with me." I growled, grabbing another glass with my free hand, watching

finished off one of the glasses, my eyes

wasn't drinking alcohol, but at least I could PRETEND it was

get you sick." A

from Sinister to stare at the voice speaking to me. It was a beautiful man in his late twenties, he had clean-cut blonde hair, his jaw was chiseled and attractive. His skin was flawless, his

was lined with a very expensive looking watch, his

a very very attractive looking

was kind of my goal." I muttered, finishing off the last of

your captive free to go?" He mused, motioning towards the scared

two more glasses of the delicious drink. He offered me a glass and I grabbed it from him, my eyes darting towards

following

"Pretty? No. 14-year olds are pretty,

14-year olds?" He asked, a small smile formed at the edge of his

I--...that's not

He offered, sparing

not 14? Oh great job I had no idea, you should become a fucking doctor, you're so

a little, "I meant perfect.