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

Chapter 60

You can't SAY happiness without SAYING penis. (You're welcome.)

Calla's POV:

Apparently, stabbing someone with a pair of stilettos is heavily frowned upon.

Illeya locked me in a small, dark room that looked like a fucking prison cell. Telling me that he would let me out when I learned to control my "temper".

That was 9 days ago.

At first, I continued up with my clever responses. I made fun of anyone who walked into this jail cell and continued fucking with them. But now, I was completely out of comical material, and I just felt like closing my eyes and pretending like this was all one big nightmare.

I haven't cried yet, because I have been doing everything in my power not to think about Sinister.

I curled up under the scratchy blankets of the cot, and for some reason, I liked this room better than the other one.

It was real. It wasn't some duplicate of my childhood home.

I was refusing food, the only person I would ever talk to was Sebastian, I was sad. I wanted Sinister to hold me, to tell me everything was going to be okay. To smile at me, and make my dark world bright.

It's so hard to explain the things going on inside your head, when even you don't understand.

I feel like I have lost myself completely.

The door to the room creaked open, and Steffen walked in.

I didn't even move, I just lay there, wearing the same tattered white dress from 9 fucking days ago.

His dark red hair was slicked back, and he still wore a crisp polo shirt that made me want to gouge my eyes out.

He sat at the foot of the bed and smiled at me.

He fucking smiled at me.

"Hi Calla, how are you doing?" He asked softly.

I didn't say anything. I felt like I might throw up if I even opened my mouth.

We were silent for a few minutes.

"You know" he smiled "I like you like this, quite, and tame. If it weren't for that smelly dress and disgusting little ring on your finger, I'd say you're back to your sweet little self."

No.

I glanced down at the ring on my finger, tears stung my dry eyes, and I pulled my hand into my chest, holding the ring tightly to my body.

"You're never going to see him again, Calla. There's nothing you can do about it. Do not be a prisoner to things you cannot change, just let it go."

I will never let Sinister go.

He raised a pale finger and pointed to my ring, "that ring is just a reminder of something you'll never have. Give it to me."

My breathing quickened, no, I pulled the ring closer to my chest.

The bed creaked as his tall frame stood , and leaned over me. He was so close I could smell the toxic scent of his cologne.

"Give it to me, Calla. Now."

I shook my head, feeling a hot tear fall down my cheek.

He reached out, pulling at my arm, trying to yank the ring off my finger, and I screamed.

I held the ring so tight to my body, that when he pulled at my arm, I flew across the room, my entire body slamming against the concrete wall.

I screamed as I made contact with the cement, my entire body shaking, and black formed over my vision. My head ached, it felt like falling back on a thousand thumbtacks.