I Am Not A Prostitute: Mafia Romance (18+ Only)

Chapter 28

I bit down on my lips, "I'm not property, Afanas."

"But you are..." He grinned widely.

I felt like total shit. First sinister with that beautiful blonde, now Afanas treating me like the prostitute that I almost forgot I was.

"How about that dance, no?"

I glanced back at sinister, who had his hands around the blondes full waist.

"Fuck it." I growled as I downed the rest of the champagne and grasped Afanas's extended hand.

He pulled me into him, but it was different, I didn't like it, I felt disgusted as Afanas led me into a dance.

The man who I had once thought of as a dark beauty, now seemed to give me the chills.

I couldn't help but glance at sinister, as he seemed to be openly feeling up the blonde.

"Green is not a good color on you, love." Afanas whispered into my ear.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said quietly as he tightened his hold on me. I was not jealous.

He spun me, and I felt the warm effects of the champagne taking their toll.

"He's a mob boss, suka. He doesn't love, remember, he bought you."

He dipped me swiftly, my legs stumbling slightly as he rose me back to my feet.

He grinned slightly, taking a notice of my degrading sober state. We continued to dance, I managed another glance at sinister, only to find him leading the blonde down a hall and out of sight.

I pulled my attention back to Afanas, he gave me that knowing smirk as he continued to lead me in the slow dance.

"Remember when I was training you back at the compound? And I fingered you?"

I blinked at his abruptness.

"Yes..." I said slowly.

"That was great." He grinned.

"No, no it wasn't. My first time being fingered was with a mobster, on a weightlifting set, who proceeded to tell me what a mistake it was after. It was not great."

His steps faltered.

"That was your first time?"

I felt the warmth from the alcohol make its way down my body.

"Yes, it was."

He rolled his eyes, "innocent mother fucker." he lifted me up and set me back on my feet as we danced, he continued talking.

"I would love to fuck you, it would make me an extremely happy mobster. Unfortunately, you belong to my best friend, blood brother and boss. So I must come to terms with the fact that you are off limits."

I said nothing, and the band struck the last chord, he dipped me and set me back on my feet.

My eyes searched for sinister and his little blonde, but they were nowhere in sight.

"Calla?"

I turned to Afanas, "hm?"

He grinned slowly and mischievously, "I recommend you drink this , and find Sinister." He handed me a dark liquid in a crystal glass.

"What is this?" I asked slowly.

"It's good, it'll help you relax more. Drink up, suka."

Unfortunately, my extensive amounts of champagne made it seem like drinking this unknown beverage, was a fantastic idea.

I quickly downed the liquid, it burned my throat as I chugged.

I handed Afanas my empty glass, his beady eyes grinned, amused at my current state.

"I recommend you go find sinister, little suka."

I nodded enthusiastically as I stumbled through the crowds of expensive looking people.

My heels clicked through the halls as I turned down the one I thought I saw Sinister walk down.

My head burned as the alcohol took full effect, whatever was in that drink was strong as fuck and made me feel...weird.

I walked past dozens of doors until I heard it.

Moaning, and the unfamiliar sound of the rhythmic bed creaking.

For some reason, it suddenly seemed like a great idea to open the door.

So that's exactly what I did.

Oohhh what's gonna happen?

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