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

Chapter 34

Sinister's POV:

there was no denying my attraction towards Calla. I don't know how it happened, how I allowed something as simple as purchasing a prostitute for my own pleasure, morph into something so much more.

She was beautiful, with a beauty so severe and so solitary that at first it was startling. She wasn't like those girls in the magazines, her beauty was the kind to make you stop dead in your tracks.

She wasn't the kind of girl you see, and give your phone number to, hoping she'll call you. She was the kind of girl you walk up to, and pray that you're worth even a glance, a beauty so intense it hurts. You could see it in her eyes, that sparkle of humor that's manifested in every glance, the severe bravery she holds in every thick lashed blink.

I remember what I had said earlier, I had told her I cared about her, more than she'd ever know; and it was the truth.

She burned down the walls I had around me, demolished them, leveled my walls until almost nothing remained. She was dangerous.

I watched as she clutched her friend's hand, her knuckles turned white.

I glanced at her friend; Antonio's bitch.

Her blonde hair was plated down to the nape of her neck in sweat and grease, blood encrusted her nails, lips, and neck. Ugly purple bruises snaked their way throughout her body.

She looked like shit, and frankly I didn't fucking care. The only reason she was even alive was because of Calla.

We sat in the compounds lounge, all of my men had been instructed to steer clear. I knew that if they found out this girl was Antonio's girlfriend, they would no doubt kill her.

The blonde glared at me, it set me on fucking edge the way she was looking at me, almost as if I of all people, was in the wrong. When in fact, I'm the only one showing this worthless slut any mercy.

"Poslushay menya, blondie. You have will have zero contact with anyone outside this compound. You will follow all rules, because you are a guest. As a guest of the Russian mafia, you owe respect to all fucking rules." (Listen to me)

She nodded slowly, whispering something inaudible to Calla.

Calla's cheeks flushed pink, her big blue eyes flying open wide.

"What the fuck did you say, blondie?" I hissed.

She grinned slightly, "I was just telling my dear friend Calla, how this whole 'I'm in charge Liam Neeson' shit must be a major turn on for her lady boner."

I said nothing, my face was stone. Did this bitch really just say that to me? say that about me?

"Your sleeping quarters are next to Calla's" I continued "you are only to leave your room when instructed otherwise. You have no freedom in this compound, and I already have one bitch to look after, I don't need another."

Dick move, calling Calla out, but I couldn't let blondie think I've gone soft for Calla.

Calla's eyes found their way to the floor, her lips forming into a thin line.

"I can't have your filth around my compound, Afanas, my second in command, will see that you are cleaned. Let me warn you, if you cause any more fucking trouble for me, I will slit your dirty little throat, and have my men fuck you while you bleed out."

Afana's POV:

She screamed my name as I shoved myself deep inside her. Her neon pink acryllic nails dug into me, drawing blood. I like 'em kinky.