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

Chapter 42

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Edit on 9/11/19, as ordered by my editor I'm not allowed to change the contents of the story but I can edit an authors note. I wrote something insensitive in this chapter, and for those who are offended. I am truly sorry. It saddens me to know that a few years ago, when I wrote this chapter, I actually said this. When the book is published, it will be taken out. Thank you.
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Afanas POV:

"She's home, she's safe..." I said quietly to Sinister, but the man didn't seem to want to calm down. He was still pacing back and forth in his room, while Calla lay sleeping in his bed.

I had never seen Sinister like this before, I had never seen him care for anything, like he cared for that girl.

I guess it was alright with me, I never would have given Calla what she deserved. I never would have given her the care, and love that someone as pure and kind as her deserved.

I knew sinister felt guilty. Hell, the entire fucking Russian mafia felt guilty because we were the reason she almost died, we were the reason she was almost raped, we were the reason she would never live the life she deserved.

"dostatochno. Stop pacing. She's fine, she's here and she is safe." (Enough).

He stopped pacing, but the second he looked at me I cursed myself for having said anything.

"She's fine? Fucking look at her, Afanas. She almost fucking died."

I shook my head, "but she didn't, you saved her. You burned the Italian mafia to the ground, you killed Antonio. Our family is safer, because of you. Your mafia, is stronger."

I saw pain flash in his eyes. Jesus fuck, I couldn't say anything right.

"I don't care about security, Afanas. I almost lost the only person who I ever loved."

Love. The fucker said the L word. Holy Jesus with his balls out, I've never heard Sinister Velkov say the L word.

I opened my mouth to say something, when a soft voice called out. Calla was awake.

Sinister sprinted to her side, immediately Calla was in his arms, he hugged her tight to him.

"Calla, flower, baby I'll never let anyone hurt you again. I'm so glad you're okay." He buried his face in her hair.

She looked even skinnier than before, her cheeks were hollow, her face has a ghostly shadow. She glanced up at me, her brilliantly blue eyes were dim.

She had bruises everywhere, a cut on her cheek, and a deeper cut on her neck.

She looked like shit.

"You look like shit, suka."I said blatantly.

Her face turned sour, and she held up her middle finger, as she hugged Sinister tightly.

CALLA'S POV:

I held him to me. He came back for me. I had lost all hope, I thought everything was game over.

I thought I'd never see my Russian Mobster again.

"Hi there, tiger." I smiled weakly as I looked up at Sinister.