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

Chapter 45

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Sinisters POV:

My heart literally fucking raced. I had never thought of myself as the kind of guy to commit, hell,  four months ago, I would never have even thought of saying the word "love".

Now, I was about to walk down the isle with the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Afanas was actually the one to suggest the proposal, we were out at a Christmas party, getting drunk as fuck, and I was telling him that I couldn't imagine being with someone else, and how that scared the shit outta me. And he said;

"Well shit dude, why don't you marry her?"

I couldn't get he thought out of my head...1 week later, I bought that gorgeous ring and asked Calla Levkin to marry me.

"Yebat'. Shit dude, I can't believe this is happening." (Fuck).

He grinned at me as he lit up a joint, "you deserve this, man. She's good for you."

I sighed, straightening the bow on my Louis Vuitton tuxedo, tucking my 9 mm Smithfield into my jacket pocket.

Gotta be prepared. 

"Alright dude, I gotta go walk with Calla, I'll see you down there, yeah?"

I nodded to him, as he finished off the last of his joint, and left.

Calla POV:

"You ready, suka?"

The sound of Afanas walking through the door made my heart race, this was it.

"Suka, I said are yo-" as soon as he walked though the door he froze. His eyes gazing at me, he smiled softly.

"You look beautiful, Calla."

I smiled, still too nervous to speak.

"I know right!!" Carly chirped as she waltzed in the room, her red bridesmaid dress accentuating her curves.

"Oh fuck!! You look hot as a mother fucker!!" Afanas grinned as he checked her out.

I chuckled, Carly was good for him. Maybe she would whip his lil Russian tequila tequila ass into shape.

"See you at the isle, Calla." She smiled at me, her chocolate brown eyes twinkling as she slipped out of the room.

Afanas glanced at me, his dark eyes held warmth, "I'm happy for you, really."

I flushed, "thank you..."

"I know some things have happened in the past between us...but you and Sinister? You deserve each other."

Some things....yeah like fingering the shit outta my vajayjay.

He extended his jacket arm, "ready?"

I smiled softly, "I'm ready."

I gripped his arm tightly, fearing that I would fall flat on my ass in these big heels.