Come Back To Me: Mafia Romance (18+ Only)

Chapter 50

I wake up every morning, knowing very well, that it could be my last. And that's fine with me. The only thing I've ever feared, is the loss of my family. That's why, when I thought Afanas had died, it truly killed me.

But I'm at peace. Calla is safe, Afanas is alive, and I'm going to be okay.

"Look at me you fucker!!!" Illeya roared next to me.

Oh, right. The only thing that sucks about this whole "dying" thing, is how much it hurts. I wheezed, coughing up a spray of blood as Illeya's fist connected with my face.

Pain seared up my jaw, I felt it crack, as sharp, burning streaks flew up my face. I didn't make a noise, I didn't even scream.. Because it's okay. It's gonna be okay. I'm fine.

"Not so pretty now, are you?" Illeya muttered smugly. His molten, burned face turned into some kind of sick sneer, his face drooping as he grinned.

"I'm still prettier than you." I spat out a pool of blood. We were in a dark warehouse, and I was strapped to a chair. Really original, I know. God, this man has zero originality.

Illeya chuckled darkly, "Not for long." He pulled a jagged blade from his jacket sleeve. It reflected the light of the warehouse, it's sharp edges mocking me.

"You want to know what I'm gonna do to you?" He seethed, his accent blurring his words.

"Oh yeah baby" I spat "talk dirty to me."

His fist connected with my jaw again and I let out a small groan, as a searing pain flew into my nose. Hot liquid poured from my broken nose, and dribbled into my mouth. I spat as the metallic blood flew out of my mouth.

"You're gonna die, Sinister Velkov." He sneered again, caressing the jagged blades of the knife.

I ignored the pain that covered my body, "That's fine, Illeya. I'm okay with it."

Illeya rolled his eyes, the skin under his sockets peeling. "You're a bitch, you know that? You didn't even fucking fight. You just gave yourself over like a pussy."

I didn't, and he knew that. I saved Calla. If I had fought, they would have killed her. I was giving my life for hers, and that was a sacrifice that would go without questioning. I hadn't even given it a second thought. I was ready to die.

I had spent my life not believing in god. A man like me couldn't fret about things like that. If I did, I wouldn't be able to do the things I've done. I would always worry about His judgement, Gods judgement, and it would have been the death of me.

But if there is somehow a greater place, then I knew where I was going. I was going to burn in Hell for the sins I've committed.

I think that's the only thing I was scared of. The unknown. I was scared of the thought, that the second I die, there's nothing. Just this dark, empty nothingness that consumes men like me. And I'll spend the rest of eternity in this lonely darkness. I'll never get to see Calla be happy again, never get to see her set someone on fire, never get to hear her bright, bubbly laugh.

Because, if there really is a Heaven, where good people go to watch over their loved ones. I wasn't going there. I'd burn for my sins. I'd be alone.

I felt a sharp, excruciating pain slice at my side, and I yelled out in pain as Illeya's blade sliced through my shoulder. Blood poured from my shoulder as I screamed out in agony.

"Hurts, doesn't it? It's not gonna kill you, because that would ruin my fun. But it sure as hell hurts." Illeya chuckled.

My teeth clenched together, my heart slamming through my chest as I felt my tendons being literally ripped apart.

He pulled the blade out of me, and my voice screamed out, ringing across the walls. My head began to feel light as this sharp, white hot pain seared inside of me.

I cursed under my breath as I felt my blood flow out of me, Illeya's fists connected with my broken jaw, and I threw up another pool of blood.

This shit hurts like hell.

I heaved, feeling black spots flicker into my vision. Is this what all the men I've tortured, felt? This sharp, excruciating pain that burned my insides?

I slumped into the chair, the hot, metallic stench of blood filled the air. My body convulsing and withering with violent agony.

"Now..." Illeya chuckled, pulling a smaller blade from his pocket, "let's cut off those fingers. I heard they're as easy to snap as a carrot. Let's see if they're as easy to cut."

His burned body took two, long strides towards me. Gripping my bloodied hand in his, as he pressed the blade slowly into my thumb, and pushed down.

Just as I felt as though he would cut through the bone....

There was a hail of gunfire.

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Aleksei
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