Callas POV:
After having a much needed shower, and a very much needed boost of self-esteem from Sebastian, I dressed into an above the knee, spaghetti strap, red velvet dress. It was the least "Oh hi my names thumbilinna and I collect butterflies" dress I could find.
This was my revenge dress.
I gripped the diamond ring in my hand, pressing the cool metal to my chest as I glanced at the engraving. Flower. I felt the sting of tears rise into my eyes. I miss him. I wanted to tell him I missed him, but I knew it wouldn't change anything because I couldn't talk to him. So I did my best to pretend that I didn't.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, thankful that the damage that Steffen did was only to the back of my head, and not to my face. The cuts to my head had scabbed over, the blood in my hair had washed away in the shower.
I began working on my makeup, it had been weeks since I had actually put any on. So I kept it simple, sliding mascara over my thick lashes, and staining my lips a dark red color. I kept my hair straight, pinning a few strands away from my hair.
Okay, Calla, let's let hell rain on these motherfuckers.
There was a knock on my door.
"Don't come in, I'm getting changed." I lied as I sat on the foot of my bed.
The door flew open to reveal a heavily disappointed Sebastian.
I made a face, "Okay, you suck." I muttered.
He wore a stupid looking polo shirt, his spiky hair was cleanly done, his tall frame almost completely took up the door frame.
"Does everyone in this little gang dress like complete pricks?"
He grinned at me, "It's uniform, darlin'."
"Your uniform is dressing like a fag?"
He chuckled, walking into the room and sitting on my bed.
"Okay Seabass, make yourself at home." I muttered, sitting on the other side of the bed.
"I'm here" he sighed "to escort you downstairs, where Illeya and Steffen are waiting for you."
I smiled fakely, "That's fantastic."
He smirked, "you got your matches?"
I held up the box in my hands, shaking it a little, "yes sir I do." I slid the matches into my strapless bra. Typical hiding place, I know, but there isn't many places I can really hide it.
"You got your ring?" he said, lying down on the bed and folding his hands behind his head.
I held up the ring in my hands, "It'll never leave my side."
"There is one more thing" he let out a dramatic breath "Here in my hands, I have a small device capable of making phone calls..."
I sat up immediately glancing at the phone in his hands, my eye drifted from the device to his hazel eyes.
"Are you..." my voice drifted off, I didn't know what to say.
He chuckled, tossing me the sleek phone.
"You have about two minutes to make a call, sorry I wasted time, but I can't make this that easy."
I said nothing, gripping the phone tightly in my hand and sprinting into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
I dialed Sinisters number, the one that he had made me memorize after I had been taken by the Italians.
My breathing was shaky, it was hard to breathe as the phone rang.
He picked up after the second ring.
"This is Sinister Velkov, who the fuck is th-"
"Sinister?" I breathed.
There was a short pause.
"C-Calla?" his voice was quick and anxious.
"Sinister, I don't have a lot of time, I'm in Moscow, I don't know where I am, but I need to see you, I need your help I don't..." my voice cracked "I don't know what to do."
"Calla, baby, I'm coming for you, I'm going to save you. We're tracing the call, be strong flower."
I felt like sobbing, "w-we're going out...I don't know where, some restaurant to meet someone."
There was a long pause, my entire body was trembeling with the sound of his voice. I thought I would never hear his voice again.
"Calla" his voice was rushed
There was a rapid knock on the door, Sebastian was telling me we had to leave immediately.
"I'm coming to get you." Sinister's voice was like music to my ears.
The line went dead, just as the door to the bathroom flew open.
My entire body was shaking and trembling as I handed Sebastian the phone, his hazel eyes were wide as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
"We have to go now, Calla. Are you okay?"
I nodded slowly as he led me out of the room
"Thank you." I said softly, I leaned on him for support, making our way down the hall.
"You can't let anyone know I helped you." He said quietly, leading me down a flight of stairs.
"I won't tell anyone, I promise." I whispered, carefully pulling out of his grasp as we reached the bottom of the stairs.
I took in a deep breath as Steffen and Illeya came into view, they both wore clean business suits, looking like total douche bags, I wanted to cut off their dicks so fucking bad.
"You look lovely, Calla." Steffen smiled, his pale hands gesturing to my outfit.
I opened my mouth to say something immerature, when I stopped myself. If I start off our night being a total bitch, there's a high probability that they'll leave me here, and I won't be able to show off my sassy skills. And, If they end up leaving me here, in a place that's more guarded than a resturant, then it'll be harder for Sinister to come rescue me.
Instead I simply nodded, "Thank you, Steffen."
Illeya frowned slightly at my uncommon politeness, glancing at Sebastian before opening the door.
I followed them out into the cool night of Moscow, looking behind me hesitantly at two men that followed us to the car. I noticed Bogdon immediately, that gigantic fuck head. The man next to him was just as large, glaring back at me with a monotone face.
Awkward.
***
The car arrived at a restaurant, that as a child, my family never would have been able to afford.
It was called Buono, a fancy restaurant that all of the rich people in town go to. The car pulled up outside the vallet, and I clutched my ring tightly into my palm. The cool metal warmed my heart and gave me hope.
As I stepped out of the car I saw Bogdan and the other Terminator man stepping out of a car that was behind us.
Oh great, body guards. I hope Sinister kills them.
Steffen smiled at me, motioning towards the restaurant entrance, I wanted to flick him off so damn bad.
"Vasily should be waiting inside." Steffen said to Illeya.
I frowned, "Who's Vasily?"
Steffen placed his hand on the small of my back, "That's who we're meeting, he's the boss of our gang. We're here to talk business with him."
I don't care.
"I thought you were the boss, Steffen." I smiled innocently, even saying his name made me want to poke my eyes out with a letter opener.
"I'm the leader, that doesn't make me the boss. Think of me like the second in command."
Oh, so you're Vasily's bitch.
I simply nodded, allowing myself to be led by Steffen into the establishment.
Inside, it looked like a place only meant for the social elite. I was definitely not meant to be here. There were hundreds of tables scattered around the massive establishment, expensive looking paintings filled the walls. Wealthy looking people sat at the creame colored tables, waiters in crisp looking uniforms took their orders.
"We're here for the Vasily reservation." Steffen said to an older looking hostess. She smiled to us and led us towards a private table by a window, where a man sat drinking a glass of red wine.
He looked up as we approached the table, and I already wanted to rip his head off when I looked at him.
He looked to be in his mid-thirties, he had pepper colored hair and dark brown eyes, he wore a clean grey suit, his hands were scattered with colorful looking tattoos.
He stood up as we approached him, "Ah, Steffen and Illeya. It's a pleasure to see you boys again. Is this the famous Calla I've heard so much about?" He extended his tattooed hand towards me.
No.
"Yes" Steffen smiled pressing on the small of my back, urging me to shake his hand.
Alright, Calla. It's time to be a bitch.
I pulled my hand away from him, "I'm sorry Vaseline, I have Hepres, my gynecologist told me I should refrain from all human contact."
His eyes widened, he looked completely taken aback, "My name is Vasily, not Vaseline. I'm not a brand of chap stick. I'm sorry to hear about your..condition."
I smiled fakely as I sat down.
Steffen chuckled nervously, "Don't mind Calla, she likes to joke around. I promise she doesn't have any STD's."
Fucker ruins all my fun.
We all took a seat around the table, Illeya sat next to me, while Steffen and Vasily sat across from us.
A young looking waitress walked over to us, she was cute, with short brown hair and freckles.
"Zdravstvuyte! Welcome to Buono, my names Nikita, I'll be taking care of you this evening. Would you like to start off with something to drink?" (Hello!).
Vasily smiled like a creep, "Hello, love. We'll start off with your finest bottle of Pinot Noir."
Oh great, the dick head buys an expensive bottle of wine, good for him.
She smiled and nodded turning to leave.
"Oh excuse me? Nikita?" I chirped.
She turned around, "yes miss? What can I do for you?"
"Can I have a bottle of Russian Standard Gold Vodka?" I smiled sweetly, acting like I totally didn't just buy a $100 dollar bottle of vodka.
"Yes ma'am." She did her best to try and not look surprised. That's the only thing I currently loved about Russia, the drinking age was 18. Suck it America. The best thing about vodka...it's very flamable.
"Calla" Illeya smiled politely "Wouldn't it have been simpler to just order a glass, and not the entire bottle?
I pretended to look taken aback, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize we were poor." I turned to Steffen, "Are we budgeting? Steffen, sweetie, did you bring your coupon book?"
Steffen chuckled nervously, "The bottle is fine, Calla."
Vasily grinned, chuckling at us, "So, Calla, what made you want to move back in with your brother and join the Bratva gang?"
Steffen opened his mouth to respond, in a poor attempt to hide his kidnapping actions, but I beat him to it.
"Actually, they kidnapped me. I really don't want to be here with your little boyscout troop."
Vasily's grin remained, "Yes, well, I believe my boys here really wanted you to join our...how did you put it? Boyscout troop?"
My hate for this fucker went from a 12, to a 12,000 in about six seconds.
Steffen ran a hand through his auburn hair, "Yes, well, let's get down to business, you said you wanted to implement more...trades? What kind of trades were you referring to?"
Vasily opened his mouth to reply when Nikita came back, she set down the bottle of wine with three crystal wine glasses. She set down the bottle of vodka and smiled at me, "miss would you like a glass for your, er, beverage?"
"No, thank you, I'll drink straight from the bottle." I gave her a thumbs up.
She nodded awkwardly, and began taking our orders, all of the men ordered fancy and extravagant meals, but when it was my turn...
"I'll have your finest strawberry cheesecake, please."
She tucked a strand of hand behind her ear, "Oh, I meant what would you like for your main course?"
"I told you, I would like an entire cheesecake, please."
She wrote my order down, smiling awkwardly again before walking away.
"So" Steffen took a sip of wine, "Vasily, you were saying?"
Vasily glanced at me, "Yes, well, I was planning on beginning a branch of trafficking?"
BIGGGG SURPRISE, creepy rapist guy wants to do human trafficking.
Steffen nodded calmly , "I was thinking the same thing, it would increase our marginal profits substantially, I was thinking that we could purchase those strip clubs on Zubovskiy Bul'var, and New Arbat Avenue."
They continued talking about a conversation that made me want to choke on maple syrup
While they talked, I grabbed the big bottle of vodka, cracking it open and pretended to drink. I know how much of a light weight I am, and also I know how bad I am when I'm drunk, so I thought it was in my best interest not to drink.
I went to place the bottle back on the table when I "accidentially" spilled the bottle of vodka on the table and on Illeya's lap.
"Oh fuck, I'm sorry. I'm such a fucking clutz."
They all stopped their conversation, Steffen looked embarrased, Vasily looked bored, but Illeya looked suspicious. He knew me too well.
"I think I dropped my, er, tampon." I lied, jumping under the table, and swiftly sliding the boxes of matches out of my bra and hiding it in my palm.
I spread fires to fill joy.
"So, Calla" Vasily smiled at me as I sat back in my seat, "You're very beautiful, have you ever considered modeling?"
That's a weird conversation starter.
"I'm so glad you brought that up, because actually, I'm a certified prostitute."
He frowned, "Pardon? Did I hear you correctly?
I saluted him, "You sure did, Adam Sandler. I was bought by the Russian Mafia."
His slight frown turned slightly worried. I felt Illeya pinching my arm, pleading with me not to say anything.
"Yeah, and you know Sinister Velkov right? The head boss of the Russian Mafia? Yeah, he's my husband. And he'll kill all of you motherfuckers."
Vasily chuckled nervously, straightening out the jacket of his grey suit, "Well, that's news to me. But I do think you're jumping to conclusions, darling, it's been weeks since you've been...taken, don't you think, if he actually cared about you, that he would have already come for you?"
Oh, wow, the little Ogre just hit my sensitive spot. Kay.
Steffen looked completley appalled at the conversation, Illeya's features mirrored his.
"Yeah, okay, Ronald McDonald, here's a little thing about me, I'm a pyromaniac, yeah, I love fire and look" I held up a match "I brought my hobby to dinner"
Before they could react I swiped the match and dropped it on the table.
What happened next, was a cute little "Do It Yourself: Bonfire Edition."
The table errupted in flames, and I hopped up from the table.
Illeya let out a bitchy shriek, throwing himself away from the flames that began to spread to his body.
"This" I casually stepped away from the flames "Is my cue to leave, toodles!"
I sprinted away from the table, Steffen and Vasily hot on my heels.
Sinister, now would be the best time to sweep in and save the day.