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

Chapter 54

Yo I'm bored, I want a milkshake, I want thicker thighs, and I want to go skydiving.

Also please someone tell me who gets shitfaced on a Wednesday night when you have class in the morning, because I literally did that last night.

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Some people do drugs, some go for runs, but at the end of the day we're all just searching for that tiny space, that gives us shelter from the terrible reality.

Afanas snorted cocaine. Ever since Carly started texting him, he went from 'hey, I do drugs maybe twice a day, but it's all good' , to 'hey bitchez I'm fuckin scarface'.

"Are you kidding me right now?" I rolled my eyes "we're at a BED AND BREAKFAST!! AND YOU'RE SNORTING COKE?!"

The night before had been a complete disaster, after I kindly told Brittany to cease her advances towards my husband, I expected us to go to Taco Bell, but we didn't. Instead we got Doritos, Skittles and Beer from a gas station. To make things worse, when we got to the Bed and Breakfast, there was only one room avaliable, with one queen sized bed.

Afanas made me take the floor. He and Sinister got their bromance goin' on, and I got the fucking scratchy floor that probably has Chlamydia on it.

I was crabby, tired, hungry, and I felt like throwing Afanas's unlimited supply of narcotics out the window.

"Let's go." Sinister said as he walked past me, hoisting a duffel bag over his shoulder.

I scowled at him, you'd honestly never be able to tell we were married, especially lately, Sinisters affection towards me has been limited.

I pulled my hair into a ponytail, pulling the hood of one of Sinisters red hoodies over my head, and opened the front door.

I froze as soon as I opened the door, a man stood outside the door, a man who I hadn't seen in years.

"Illeya..." I breathed, my body going completely numb.

My brother. Holy shit.

He had grown, morphed completely from the 17 year old boy that I used to know. His jaw had strengthened, he now towered over me with immense height. He had the same blue eyes and ink black hair as I did. He gave me that mischievous smile that I hadn't seen in almost 5 years. His eyes twinkled.

"Calla, who's at the door?" I felt the warmth of Sinister standing next to me as he pushed the door open further.

As soon as he saw Illeya he raised his gun.

"Sinister, no!!" I shrieked, pulling at Sinisters arm to lower the gun.

The strangest thing was that Illeya didn't even flinch, his smile remained steady as he glanced at Sinister.

I pulled again at Sinisters arm, "that's my brother."

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Sinisters POV:

I didn't like him. He was the identical boy version of calla, black hair and big blue eyes. But he looked like a total asshole.

The prick didn't even blink when I raised my gun at him, he just smiled like a fucking psychopath.

We sat on the couch in the hotel room, Calla, Afanas and I sad across from him, he had that same cocky grin plastered to his face.

"Do you mind telling us why the fuck you're here?" I growled at him.

He glanced at me, but his eyes settled on calla, "am I not allowed to stop and check in on my baby sister?"

"No, actually, you're not. How the fuck did you even know where we were?" I asked, tapping my thumbs against the couch like an impatient bastard.