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

Chapter 42

His iced eyes looked tired, black circles clung to his eyes, he smiled softly at me, holding my tiny hand in his.

"You guys look gay." Afanas muttered boredly, as he casually walked around the room. My entire body was sore, the bruises stung my skin.

"Hey can you...uh I don't know, get the fuck out of here?" I growled, wincing slightly as my body ached.

"Make me suka." He grinned, Sinister tensed beside me, I patted his head like a puppy as I got to my feet shakily, approaching Afanas.

"You know I can kill you right? I've killed someone before."

His smile grew, "that was fucking awesome, she was all like 'yo  imma kill your man' and then, you were like 'hah sike bitch!' and you shot that cunt fuck."

I smiled weakly, it's true, I shot Brie in her stupid little face. I only wish I could've taken my sweet time killing her, I hated her. She fucking encouraged my beatings, she wanted Antonio to rape me. She was a monster. A dead fucking monster .

"Yeah, personally, I wish I could've punched that bitch to death."

He shrugged, "I punched her."

"Me too, but I kinda wanted to do it again. Maybe ninja kick her down a flight of stairs, set her on fire, feed her to my pet shark."

I heard sinister get up, I felt the heat of his body from behind me as he chuckled, "calla, sweetie. You don't have a pet shark."

"Well, I want one, and his name will be noodles, and he will be mine."

"Your wish is my command, darling." He kissed the top of my head, "Afanas, leave."

He flashed us the finger before trotting out of the room.

I felt my head going light, Sinister helped me sit down and my stomach growled.

"You must be hungry, what do you want to eat? Name it." Sinister kissed my cheek, and I savored the feeling of his lips against my skin.

"Actually" I grinned "I want a few things. Numéro uno, I want cheesecake. Number two, I want normal clothes; no more slut outfits, I want sweatshirts, sweatpants that say juicy on the ass, and lastly...me would like a tiger."

"Baby, I can get you everything but the tiger."

Rawr.

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3 WEEKS LATER!!! aka midnight on DECEMBER 24th

Callas POV:

"Calla!!! You can't draw a dick on the Christmas cookies!!!" Mom yelled, his eyes rolling back into his head as he grabbed the icing bag from my hands.

"WOW okay, I didn't realize you were the Adolf Hitler of Christmas cookies." I rolled my eyes, licking the frosting off the sleeve of my ugly Christmas sweater.

"There's a limit to the amount of explicit drawings you can do on our Christmas cookies. You already drew vagina, which was surprisingly well done. But I draw the line at a penis."

I stuck my tongue out as I comped on a cookie in the shape of a gun. I had gained some weight, thank lord Jesus.

Mom huffed at me as he pulled out a blunt, sparking it up and taking stressful hits at the marijuana-filled paper.

lil addict.

"HONEY I'M HOME."

I heard Sinisters voice ring out, I saluted Mama as I ran over to Sinister jumping in his arms.

He pressed his lips onto mine, his arms wrapping around my waist as he kissed my neck, my cheek, and then began peppering my face with kisses.

"get a fucking room." Afanas mutttered as he walked past us, "oh wait nevermind, because you two sex addicts finally stopped fucking YESTERDAY."

I grinned giving the jealous fucker a big thumbs up.

"How was your day my darling?" I asked sweetly as I handed him a Santa hat.

He grinned a bleach white smile at me as he slid the had onto his perfectly messy ink black hair.

"It was great, you know, work is work, I sold some cocaine, ordered some guns, the usual."

"Fabulous."

He set me down on my feet as he walked into the kitchen, Mom was trying to make the dick I drew into a flower or something.

"Gabriel, is that a penis?" Sinister asked, a small smile formed on his lips

"HOLY BABY DADDY JESUS!!! MAMA YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOUR NAME WAS GABRIEL!!"

"shut up." He muttered, but I could tell he was trying not to laugh.

"Hey hey, calla, do you know what time it is?" Sinister asked, his hand giving mine a squeeze.

"Happy hour?"

"Nope. It's time for presents."

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