Callas POV:
"Stop."
I grinned and gave him a thumbs up.
You see, apparently I'm not "trustworthy" because I'm a "sneaky little suka" that enjoys "being a pain in my ass."
Sinister had round the clock bodyguards posted outside my door.
I like this one though, he seems to be my night watch, he switches out with another guard every night at 8, and gets replaced at 10am.
He's lean, not exactly muscular in the way you'd think a body guard would be, he has Carmel hair and speckled grey eyes. I wanna poke his eyes.
I enjoy bothering him. I don't know his name yet, but I'm currently trying to find out.
"Poke."
"Stop."
I raise my finger, "poke"
His eyes flicker down to me, "stop. Go back in your room."
"I will if you tell me your name." I flashed him a flirty smile, but to no avail, the lil fucker kept his gaze forward.
"I'm just gonna make up a name for you, and trust me it's not gonna be a good one, I'm alone 98% of the day and I have plenty of time to come up with nick names."
I watched his strong jaw clench, yay go me I was bothering him.
"Miss Levkin, please go back in your room." His voice was tense, I glanced at the gun strapped across his chest.
Ooh.
I raised my hand to poke the gun when he suddenly grabbed my wrist, his cold hands wrapped around mine.
"Do not touch my gun, Miss Levkin."
"Mom."
His eyebrows flew up, this time he looked directly at me, his grey eyes creasing as he frowned at my new nick name.
"What did you just call me?"
"Mama, mom, mommy, mother, birth giver..." I grinned at him "creator."
His face was stone, expressionless, he looked confused out of his mind, and honestly in my defense I was just bored as fuck.
I haven't seen Sinister in four days, I've literally been locked in my room, I hadn't spoken to Brie, I didn't even know if she was alive. The only people I had to talk to were these body guards.
He released my wrists, pulling out a walkie talkie, speaking rapid Russian into the receiver.
Basically he said; "Sinister, I'm going crazy man. Please, let me switch out with someone, anyone. I'm literally going to kill myself."
There was no response.
I frowned, clearing my throat "excuse me? Mom? Yeah, I speak Russian."
He slowly lowered the walkie, his face covered with annoyance.
I pouted, pulling the hood over my oversized sweatshirt that said "Fuck You"
It was actually one of Sinisters plain white sweatshirts, but I was feeling creative and wrote "fuck you" in sharpie
Mom glanced at me and frowned, "aren't you supposed to be like a prostitute or something?"
Ah, he must be referring to my unwashed hair piled high into a messy pony tail, lack of makeup,oversized sweatshirt and Christmas pajama pants.
"I mean, yeah" I gestured to my attire "obviously"
He shook his head and continued looking forward.
There was suddenly a crinkle on the other line, and immediately I recognized the dark growly voice of Sinister.
"Just do your job and guard the bitches door."
I felt heat wash over me in shame and embarrassment, mom said nothing.
I retreated back into my room my cheeks pink and my eyes watery.
Literally this man confuses the shit outta me.
I don't know how I feel about him, all I know is that there's something about him that I can't let go. He was a little bit messy, a little bit ruined, and fucked up beyond repair. He was just like me.
Am I gonna cry and allow myself to be prisoner in this god forsaken room? Fuck. No.
I ran into the bathroom, ever since my shower head incident, they bolted it down, so me has no more weapon.
I started skimming the room until I could find something to use as a weapon.
I could use a toothbrush? Death by tooth brush? Maybe not.
Death by Loreal eyeliner? Probably not.
Death by hairbrush? Maybe.
My eyes focused in on the toilet, and you know how you can literally remove the top of the toilet? Yeah, I did that.
My hands gripped the ceramic surface as I brought it to the front door.
I took in a deep breath, "MOM!" I yelled.
the door immediately jiggled, there was a sound of keys and suddenly the door flew open.
And I threw a a fucking toilet seat at my mom.
It didn't make him fall, like I had hoped it would, instead it fazed him just enough for me to get the fuck outta there.
I took off sprinting down the hall, I heard mom yell, his footsteps getting closer.
Wait...what was the next step in my plan? Ohhhh right, find Sinister!
My legs burned, working overtime as I began sprinting down the staircase, taking two at a time.
"MISS LEVKIN!" Mom screamed as he approached me, fast on my heels.
I heard him yelling into the walkie, I think he literally asked if he had permission to shoot me.
"All first floor units, Miss Levkin is loose!!"
Where the fuck is Sinister?
I skidded to a stop when the hall ended, and bolted inside an unlocked door, it looked to be like a meeting room.
I sprinted across the room, opening the door on the other side, only to be met with one of Sinisters goons.
He reached for me, but I ducked underneath his legs, catapulting myself across the floor, I scattered to my feet, running down another corridor.
This "compound" is big as fuck.
I wish I had my toilet seat.
I heard men yelling from behind me, so I took off, sprinting left down the familiar hallway that led to the garages.
"CALLA!" I skidded to a halt when I was Afanas in front of me. He looked slightly amused, he raised his hand, signaling the men behind me to fall back.
This little fuck, drugged me, I still haven't payed him back for that little incident.
His dark eyes seemed to be laughing at me as he approached me.
When he was a foot in front of me, I faked left and with my right fist I nailed the fucker right in the jaw.
He stumbled slightly, and I slid through the narrow slip, I heard him growl, like a savaged beast, his footsteps were loud as he raced after me, echoing across the indefinite halls.
"CALLA YOU FUCKING CUNT" he screamed as he gained on me.
Where. The. Fuck. Is. Sinister. I literally don't know where I'm going, I probably should have thought this plan out more.
as I approached the end of the hall, a door opened suddenly in front of me, my body slammed full force into the door.
The impact sent my body flying backwards.
what little fucker opened the doo-....
oh, hey sinister.
He looked pissed.
And not the Afanas kind of pissed, where there's some amusement in his eyes, but he was completely and utterly furious.
His ink black hair was cleanly brushed, his suit was crisp and clean, his tall frame towered over me. He didn't say or do anything, instead he watched as I fell to the ground, my head smashing against the concrete.
I saw stars, a searing pain shot through my head and I groaned.
I sighed as I saw Afanas approaching us, he was pisseddddd.
"Little suka, fucking punched me."
Sinister said nothing, instead he pulled me to my feet, his rings were ice against my skin as he helped me stand.
His eyes went across me, inspecting my head, until he came to my sweatshirt.
He raised an eyebrow, and I smiled innocently.
"What were you doing outside your room?" He asked smoothly, his arm still gripping my shoulder and I shuddered.
"I think I can answer that." My bodyguard said as he approached us, he glared at me.
"Mom!!!" I said with a smile, and immediately regretted it.
All eyes were on me, and I kept my gaze to the ground.
"She attacked me, with a toilet seat."
It was silent, I felt like a child being scolded for stealing a cookie from the cookie jar, but instead of a cookie, it was a toilet seat.
"You're all dismissed." Sinister said coldly.
He waited until they were out of sight until he addressed me.
"Calla, explain yourself."
Do you know how hard it is to formulate words in the presence of someone so hot? It's impossible.
"I uh..." I sighed "I-I missed you."
He said nothing. He was fucking silent for like 20 minutes.
Eventually he removed his hand from my shoulder, and replaced it on the small of my back.
"Come with me, we have things to discuss."
My cheeks flushed as I walked with him, and I hated myself for the way I felt around him.
I knew he was dangerous, he could kill me. But for some reason I felt safe around him, he was a monster that I wasn't afraid of.