Moments after my peaceful moment with Sinister, he threw a gown bag at me and locked me in my room.
What. A. Cunt.
"Shower" he growled "I'll be back in a few hours, I'll send in servants to help you get ready."
Servants? What the fuck?
I can get ready on my own, I'm not unable.
Sure, I'm not the best at not falling, but I still got this.
I shook my head and opened a bag that hung on the door.
The gown bag revealed a tight, spaghetti strap red dress, that was low cut and had the entire back cut out.
It was....revealing, and absolutely gorgeous.
I showered, lathering myself in expensive looking soaps and washes.
I wanted to smell like lavender and sea breeze, but what I failed to understand, was how does one capture the scent of breeze? Do you, like, take a jar and run down to the shore and start trying to capture the breeze ?
I shook my head and suddenly realized that I had seen a part of Sinister that I don't think he had ever let anyone see. A part of him...that I didn't even think he had. A soft, sweet and caring part of himself. He wasn't just the ruthless, cruel mob boss that he was known to be, he was also completely broken, which only made him more beautiful.
The Russian mob boss, under all those tattoos and piercings, was actually a kind person.
Well, as kind as a kidnapper, murderer and mobster could be.
My thoughts drifted to Afanas, but I couldn't let them. He was Sinister’s best friend, I don't know what had come over me when we were together. His dark and bruised beauty stung me, and it was hard for me to not think of him.
I got out of the shower and pulled my hair into a wet pony tail.
Just as I was about to look for makeup to get ready myself, there was a heavy knock on the door.
I unlocked the door to see two women, they held cases of makeup and hair products.
Brushes, combs, perfume and hairspray lined the inside of the clear cases.
One woman was big and burly looking, with dark hair pulled harshly into a tight knot, the other was a soft and shy looking woman, with light hair and a soft complexion.
"Mrs. Evans?" The burly looking woman said.
I almost didn't respond, considering Evans wasn't even my real last name, it was Levkin, but I had lied during the auction.
"Yes?" I asked suspiciously.
"We work for Mr. Velkov, we're here to aid you in getting ready for tonight's event." She said shortly.
Without giving me enough time to respond, or to even collect my thoughts, they sprung into action.
They sat me down on a chair and while the timid woman began on my makeup, the burly woman began combing harshly through my hair.
I don't know how the little woman was able to do my makeup with all the pulling from my hair, but she managed to make perfect strokes as she pampered away at my face.
Meanwhile, the larger woman worked on my hair. Combing oils and sprays into my hair and curling its length with an iron.
The finished product was incredible, my lips were painted a ruby red, my eyes had black winged liner with sparkly silver bordering the black line, false lashes made my blue eyes stand out. Contour lines my cheek bone, studded silver earrings made my eyeliner pop.
My hair was a half up, half down du. It was curled in loose ringlets and pulled loosely out of my eyes.
I looked good, I was almost pleased with my appearance until the larger woman came with a black box. She opened it, and a silver necklace appeared, blood red rubies and clear cut diamonds revealed the insignia of the Russia. Mafia. It was like I was a dog, and this was my collar. A fifty-thousand dollar collar.
I tried to pull away, but the woman was fast, she fastened the necklace tightly around my neck.
As if the tattoo on my wrist wasn't enough, now I had a necklace telling everyone who I belonged to.
They helped me into the skin tight dress, my breath caught at how tight it was.
they pulled out a tissue box and revealed a pair of tall sparkly silver heels
I suck at walking in heels.
No no no, I suck at walking in general.
My thoughts drifted to my birthday, the day that felt like so long ago, the day my life changed.
If only I had stayed in the club, maybe if I had went home and had crazy drunk sex with that bartender.
If only, if only, if only.
I wobbled a bit but managed to look in the mirror.
The woman that stared back at me was a complete stranger.
She was more mature looking, her features more defined, her lips pouty.
Her body was hugged tightly in a blood red dress, her breasts practically out.
I nodded to the two women awkwardly, "thank you."
They looked at me strangely but nodded anyways.
I walked out the bathroom door, and stumbled, almost completely landing on my clumsy ass face, when two strong arms caught my waist.
TYPICAL, OF COURSE THIS RUSSIAN FUCK FACE HAS TO CATCH ME, NO NO NO, I CAN'T FALL ON MY FACE, THIS SLICK BASTARD HAS TO HAVE PERFECT FUCKING TIMING.
Ice eyes stared at me, as Sinister carefully set me back on my feet.
His hot hands lingered on my waist.
He stared at me, his eyes taking me in and going slightly wide.
He wore a tuxedo, with red tinged on his undercoat, he was cleanly shaven, a gorgeous man with black piercings and black tattoos.
His eyes traced my necklace and then glanced at my wrist and he nodded approvingly.
"You look good, Suka."
I smiled internally at his compliment, and only responded with a short nod.
I watched him closely as he pulled his tuxedo coat over a 9 millimeter pistol that clung to the inside of his jacket.
He placed a warm hand on the exposed flesh of my back.
"let's go."
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The limo ride there was luxurious, we sat in the back in complete silence as the world passed by the tinted windows.
I felt Sinister's iced eyes taking me in, staring at me, evaluating. It was fucking uncomfortable. I wish he'd look away so I could have time to gawk at him.
I was nervous, and scared that I would fuck up and not be what he paid me to be. I was scared that in just a little while, I would be in a room full of the most dangerous people in the world.
"Calla."
I frowned and looked at him, "What?"
His eyes softened and for a moment I looked at him. I mean really looked at him.
He was beautiful , but not the kind of beautiful like the boys I used to know, and I know men aren't supposed to be beautiful. But he was.
He was the kind of beautiful that made you lose your train of thought, the kind that you would remember, and think about for the rest of your life. He was the broken kind of beautiful that haunted you, and tortured you.
I felt something jolt through me, emotions flooded my mind and suddenly I was blind.
Sinister was staring at me and I felt my heart racing in the way that made me want to scream.
"W-what?" I stammered, I needed to collect my thoughts and get my fucking shit together.
He took in a deep breath. His eyes were serious.
"You're beautiful."
I lost it.
It took me four tries to respond, my mind couldn't form words.
He didn't say I looked beautiful, no, Sinister Velkov called me beautiful.
"I, uh, thank you."
A slow smirk played across his lips, and I knew he got the reaction out of me that he wanted.
"We'll be arriving there soon, and there are a few things you need to know. First, you stay with me. No dancing with anyone else, no conversing unless I am there by your side. Second, don't get drunk, please. I cannot deal with an intoxicated Calla, not tonight. Thirdly, do not vex anyone. You are a very irritating individual, and unless you want to die, please just don't annoy these people."
I nodded, ignoring the fact that he just called me annoying.
Suddenly it hit me, "wait a sec...dancing? I thought this was a trade conference. Last time I checked, trade conferences don't require coordination."
He looked at me smugly, "well, think of it as a trade...ball."
"a ball? Are you fuc-"
He glared at me and I shut up.
He shook his head, "Don't worry, people will know who you are, and they will respect you. You're wearing markings of the Russian Mafia. If anything, people will be afraid of you."
I glanced down at my tattoo and necklace and sighed, feeling somewhat better.
"Besides" he said "that tattoo makes you look sexy as hell."
My mouth fell open at his choice of words and suddenly, I felt the car come to a stop, Sinister got out of the car and opened the door for me.
I gasped when I saw the house, it was massive, with balcony's and white wood. It stood, at least six stories high, with armed bodyguards surrounding the perimeter. People all around us were dressed in formal attire, long ballgowns and tuxes.
Sinister held out his hand for me and helped me out of the car.
I was shaking, my legs wobbled as I focused of not falling in my heels.
"Calla, you'll be fine. This is what you're meant for, you look good. Don't fuck it up."
A smile played at the edge of his lips as we made our way past the crowds of people. They were all staring at us, the men nodded their heads in respect to Sinister, the women glared at me.
I felt Sinister's hand on my back as we walked into the ball, I was scared at hell.