Come Back to Me novel Chapter 63

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Sinister's been annoyingly busy lately. Like, I know the guy runs the Russian Mafia and all that but you gotta have time for your sexy baby mama.

"Okay Mini Sinister, since your dada doesn't want to give me attention, we shall annoy him." I smiled mischievously as I pressed my hands over my stomach. I felt a little kick and I grinned.

I guess mini Sinister agrees with me.

I had been pretty down lately, Rachel and Afanas went back to North Carolina, and I had no idea when I would be able to see them next. I know Afanas had to ""kill himself"" in order to live peacefully with Rachel and their baby. But I was selfish and wanted to be with my friends. Afanas, Rachel, Sinister and this baby were the most important things in my life.

I missed Afanas the most. He was with me from the start, even before Sinister. I missed his explosive personality, I missed his big bear hugs and degrading nicknames for me. I even missed the smell of weed that seemed to follow him everywhere.

I couldn't even text him because Sinister and him were paranoid of anyone being able to track their messages and figure out that Afanas was alive.

I shook my head, snapping out of my thoughts as I trotted towards Sinister's closet. I grimaced as I saw one of his shelves labeled "My Drugs: Calla Do Not Set On Fire"

It's so funny that he thinks I'd ever listen to him. I grabbed one of the bags, filled with sealed marijuana, and little pouches of cocaine. He's such a loser, he has his drugs labeled.

Trotting out of the closet, I walked out onto our balcony and pulled out a box of my trusty matches.

Setting things on fire made my tail wag.

Just as I was about to light that shit up, I heard Sinister's voice interrupt my scheming.

"Calla, baby, what in the fuck are you doing?" He stood in the doorway, his towering height taking up almost the entirety of the door frame.

He wore his typical "I'm a Mafia man and I do bad shit blah blah" black suit. His jet black hair was slicked back. The sleeves of his suit ended at his wrists, gold cuff links revealing his tattoos that covered his arms. His sharp jawline was set in disapproval and he glared at me with those bright, icy eyes.

"I'm being creative." I shrugged, sitting criss-cross on the floor of the balcony.

"What're you wearing? Is that a cape?" Sinister frowned as he stared at me.

Oh yeah, I bought a Jedi Knight costume on Amazon. It made me feel powerful. I also had a light saber but that was still in the kitchen where I left it.

"Yes, it's a cape. What's your point?"

"I just, I don't think, ah fuck it never mind." He rolled his eyes as he crouched down to my level. "Calla why are you trying to set my shit on fire?"

"Because I'm lonely, annoying, needy and pregnant. And plus, you haven't been around lately. Me and Mini Sinister are lonely. And it's not like I can really be your second in command, ya know, cause I'm pregnant." I pouted.

He smiled slightly, leaning towards me and kissing my forehead. "Calla, I promise there is a reason I haven't been around."

I cocked my head to the side, "And why's that?"

He smirked, "You're about to find out. Come with me. Leave everything here, even your phone."

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Okay, we've been driving forever. I'm not even being dramatic this time, we've literally been driving forever. I felt like I was going to physically blowup from boredom. The only thing keeping me mildly entertained was the kicks from the baby that happened every so often.

"Sinister, please tell me what's happening? You're kind of freaking me out right now. And everyone knows that you should never freak out a pregnant lady because we might start breathing fire."

He stared at me in confusion.

"It happens" I nodded confidently.