Calla POV:
I walked down the back stairs of this massive compound, my heart raced in fear of being discovered by a mobster.
I remembered when I had first been brought to the compound, there were warehouses in the garage.
My brief self defense lesson with Afanas probably wouldn't pay off, considering we barley even practiced. So if I was to come across a Russian goon, I'd better Usain Bolt the fuck outta my legs.
I reached the end of the side stairs, and made a left down that long ass hallway. The one that Afanas had dragged me down on that first day, which was literally like a week ago.
I heard muffled voices, and I quickly hid behind a door. Two massive men emerged from a doorway. They spoke heavy Russian and I quickly translated it.
They were talking about "some poor bastard" that Sinister would "teach a lesson".
I frowned, my heart rate slowly picked up and I held my breath as the men passed me.
I waited a few moments before sprinting down the hall, until I came across the massive steel doors that the men had just emerged from.
I sucked in a breathe as I creaked open the door, the massive "garage" set out before me.
Storage units lined the walls, a group of men gathered in the center.
I slipped behind a storage self, giving myself plenty of view of the commotion.
There was a man and a woman in the middle of the group, they looked to be tied to chairs.
I crept forward to get a better view, making sure that I was well out of sight.
The woman was young, her short brown hair was wild. Her face was bloodied and bruised, her lip was busted, black smeared under her eyes, and mascara tear marks stained her cheeks. She wore a skimpy outfit, a green laced bra, and tiny high waisted mint green skirt. Her bruised feet were strapped in a pair of stilettos, one of the heels was broken.
The man next to her had to be in his thirties or so, facial hair grazed his upper lip. His face was much worse off than the girl, his teeth looked to be knocked out, his right eye was swollen shut. I cringed at what looked to be a broken nose, blood poured out of his nostrils.
I glanced at the men around the room, most of them I didn't recognize, until I came across a familiar face.
He was greasy looking, with a cruel smile and I immediately recognized him as Vince's friend, the one who attacked me when I first got here. Sinister had killed Vince, and left his friend go with a very persuasive warning,
I watched as he approached the girl, she trembled as he came close to her, tears poured down her face as he pulled a gun from his waistband.
I glanced once more around the room, my attention drew to Sinister and Afanas who stood at the head of the group, watching as Vince's creepy friend approached the girl.
"Cindy..." Vince's friend said slowly, he ran the barrel of the gun along her cheeks.
She let out a yelp as Vince's friend gripped a handful of her hair, tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Homey, would you care to tell me how Mr. Moretti, and twelve of his men gained access to our compound?"
She shook her head, tears poured down her face as she sobbed.
Vince's friend threw her head back, and smashed the barrel of the gun into her face.
she let out a shrill scream as blood flowed from her nose, which was no doubt broken.
Vince's friend looked to Sinister, and I waited in anticipation, to see what he would do. Clearly this girl is too scared to speak, and maybe she didn't do anything, my hands trembled just looking at how scared she was.
Sinister walked to Cindy, pulling a handkerchief from his suit jacket, he wiped the tears and blood from her face. My body warmed at him showing humanity for the poor girl. But something didn't feel right, it felt off.
Sinister velkov doesn't show humanity.
"Cindy, I need you to tell me what happened. Remember that you work for me, you're under my protection, if you tell me what happened, no harm will come to you."
Cindy must have been one of his prostitutes, I shuddered as I remembered how many there had been in his creepy throne room.
The girl managed to calm down, her sobs quieted and she nodded.
"Y-Yes Mr. Velkov, I-I was entertaining Mr. Moretti at the c-club, i-it hadn't occurred to me that he was with the I-Italian Mafia. I think he s-slipped something into my d-drink or something. I don't know. He paid me a-alot of money to e-entertain him. B-But I started to feel weird, and then he started to ask me a w-whole bunch of questions, and I-I don't know why I-I answered them, he asked about your business, and I told him e-everything I knew I-I don't know why" she sobbed "he made me tell him where the compound was. I-I know I broke omertà , I-I swear I didn't mean t-to. P-Please M-Mr. V-Velkov."
she began crying again, and I felt my heart jolt, it wasn't her fault, the Italian guy drugged her.
Sinister was silent for a few moments, the men around him watched quietly.
"Is that everything, Cindy?"
She nodded furiously, mascara dripped down her chin. "Y-Yes Mr. V-Velkov. P-Plea-"
BANG
I watched in horror as her bloody body slumped back into the chair.
I covered my mouth with my hands to keep from screaming, I watched as Sinister calmly slid his gun back into his suit jacket.
He flashed a charming smile at the Italian mobster to his left.
"Don't worry about her, Mr. Moretti. I could have made her death much more painful."
The Italian man sputtered out a few sentences of angry Italian, his battered face was a mixture of fear and rage.
"Your death, however, will be much worse, and well deserved. That is, unless, you can tell me everything I need to know."
The Italian man let out a low breath, that almost sounded like relief.
Sinister smiled slowly, "oh, don't get me wrong. You will die. As will your pathetic wife, and little girl. They can die quickly and painlessly, or they can have the same fate as you, and suffer. The choice is yours, Italian scum. Choose wisely."
Tears stung my eyes as I imagined a mother and her daughter being murdered, the thought itself made me want to throw up.
I wanted to cry, cry because of the true monster that Siniser was, cry because I just saw an innocent girl murdered before my eyes, cry because I was at a complete loss.
"Russian trash" the Italian man spat "I would sacrifice the lives of my wife and daughter for the good of my mafia."
Sinister smiled devilishly, turning to his men "please take Mr. Moretti to the torture chambers, and see how much he really loves his Mafia."
I watched as Vince's friend, and two other men cut the Italian man from his restraints, and roughly lifted him to his feet.
"Oh, and Mr Moretti?" Sinister mused "I'm not going to kill you, not yet. I'm going to give you a fate much worse than death."
Nodding to his men as they took the bloodied Italian out of the garage.
"Get this whore out of here." Sinister growled as he kicked the bloodied body of Cindy.
I curled behind the boxes and let out a silent sob.
My head throbbed. I knew that Sinister was a bad man. I knew he was a monster the second that I saw him. He had killed Ingrid in front of me, he had killed Vince in front of me. He had probably killed hundreds of people. He wanted me to know he was a monster, I had been clouded by desire.
I thought he was changing, I thought he had cared for me. But all I can do is keep coming back to the conclusion;
He was a monster.
Who could ever love a monster?
tears burned down my cheeks as I silently sobbed, I sobbed for everyone that Sinister had hurt.
I cried for the families he had ruined.
Fuck. I cried for myself.
I cried because I had no idea what I was going to do, I cried because I had let my guard down for a second. I had let myself believe that there might actually be more to Sinister Velkov.
But there wasn't. He was a monster.
And monsters never change.