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

Chapter 51

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Callas POV:

We stepped out of the car that was parked outside the gate to the private hanger, the French mafias hanger, to be exact.

"I look like a cheap, dollar store hooker."

Sinister kissed my cheek, "nooo, you look like an expensive, Beverly Hills hooker."

Thanks.

This shirt covered half my stomach, and these jeans were so damn tight, and had so many damn holes, it made me wonder if Afanas got scissor happy like a first grader.

The devious smile on Afanas's face made me think I was right.

"Remember flower, you're not fucking him, you're just distracting him, and leading him over to where we told you." Sinister said softly, his hand was hot on the small of my back.

"what does 'distract' mean?" I asked "want me to whip out my tits and scream 'AVENGERS ASSEMBLE ' ?"

His face turned to stone, "no."

"Kay."

I took in a deep breath, nodding to both Afanas and Sinister, before I stepped out behind the car, trying to do my meow-meow sexy walk towards the guard that sat at the desk by the gate, I immediately noticed a shot gun that was strapped to his back.

Ugh, fuck.

As I approached him, I noticed him to be a man in his late 30's, with silvery hair, and creepy dark eyes.

"Hey there...uh...frenchie." I said awkwardly, attempting my best English accent.

He stood immediately, I noticed his hand hovering above the gun strapped to his belt.

"mademoiselle, vous ne pouvez pas être ici." (Miss, you cannot be here).

"I'm sorry, I am supposed to be meeting my...uh, friend here, I think. peux tu aider?" (Can you help?)

He looks like a bag of milk.

He slowly removed his hands from the gun, his eyes scanning over my very exposed body.

"An American women who speaks French?" He grinned "I might be able to help you find your friend...for a small price." He licked his swollen lips.

I set my hands on the table in front of him, so he had a front row seat of my boobs.

"And what price would that be Monsieur?"

His smile grew, as he eyes my boobs, "you help perform a little something for me..."

Oh nasty, no thanks I'm okay...you know what? No, I'm going to mess with this man, not flirt with him, because I'm Calla, and I refuse to follow orders.

"Actually monsieur, I'm here in Bora Bora with the church of Jesus Christ, and I was hoping you wouldn't mind filling out a quick survey for me and my nun sisters?"

His eyes went from horny, to confused in seconds, before he could open his stupid little mouth, I gripped the back of his head and slammed it into the desk, knocking the fucker out cold.

I then skipped over towards where Afanas and Sinister said they would meet me, a joyous smile on my face.

Their faces were in complete shock. They stood there, unmoving.

"Yo!" I said as I stopped in front of them.

"Um, calla did you forget the plan?" Sinister asked, his eyes still wide.

I crossed  my arms, "oh, you mean the plan where I was supposed to lead frenchie over here so you boys could knock him out? Sorry, I believe I got ahead of myself."

Afanas shook his head, "let's just...get to the plane."

We made our way into the hanger where there was a massive black jet, and two guards outside of it.

"Allow me to do the honors." Sinister grinned, pulling an Ak-47 from a bag, and slipping past the doors.

He raised the gun, and fired about 30 rounds into the men's heads. I turned my head away from the scene before me, blood and guts were strewn everywhere. I know he is my husband, and I know I have accepted him for what he does and who he is, but it's hard for me to watch sometimes.

Sometimes it's so hard to watch, so I simply close my eyes.

I felt Afanas rest his hand on my back, fully understanding why I had to close my eyes.

"Bystro!" (Quickly!)

Afanas and I ran up the steps into the jet where we heard a yell of surprise, Sinister held a gun to the pilots head, yelling at him rapidly in French.

He told the man he would kill his entire family if he didn't take us where we needed to go, and I felt myself taking a few steps back.

"Hey, calla..." Afanas said gently, "he is doing what he has to do to get us home."

I nodded softly, I understood that. It wasn't like I thought sinister was doing this for pleasure, but it still hurt me to see the man I love destroy lives.

Sinister walked out of the cockpit, "we're good to go, buckle up."

I nodded shakily, taking a seat on one of the white leather chairs, and strapping myself in. I felt the roar of the engine as the plane began to move.

I felt the plane shakily lift into the air, as I pulled my legs into my chest and curled into a tight ball.

"Afanas!" I heard sinister call, "I need you to copilot."

I heard Afanas's retreating footsteps and I felt the cushion next to me dipping as Sinister sat next to me.

"That was actually really cool, what you did back there." He said quietly.

I lifted my head and smiled softly, "thanks."

"Hey" he placed his warm hand on my arm, "are you okay?"

I shrugged, "it's just, I know what you do, I know why you do what you do, but sometimes I just can't seem to get over it. You kill people and threaten lives like its nothing..."

He sighed, "I know calla, and I know it's hard to go through these things. But I only do what I have to, in order to keep the people I love alive. It's either me, or them. I'm selfish. I choose me, and I'll keep choosing me, every time. Because when I choose me, it means I choose you. And I need you calla..."

He closed his eyes, "I need you calla, and when I tell you I need you, do not take it lightly. I do everything I can to never depend on anyone, to never show weakness, and if I say I need you...it means I am trusting you...I'm trusting you to catch me when I fall."

Literally so emotional ^^ what do you guys think of Sinister??

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