Walking in the rain

Chapter 13

Sinister POV:

I stopped outside Her door. That little problem of a girl.

I probably shouldn't have given the little w***e the drugs that I did. It was called the Devils Tongue and it f****d you up.

Based on Afanas's face when he walked downstairs...she was f****d up.

I was taking her out to a dinner. It was a dumbass idea, but if she was going to start standing by my side, I might need to start treating the little slut better.

I straightened the tie on my suit jacket, adjusted the 9-millimeter in my pocket and knocked on the door.

I heard at least twelve colorful curses flow from behind the door.

I think she was sobered up.

Why the f**k is she keeping me waiting?

I flew open then door...and stared.

I had been doing that a lot lately, I couldn't help it, but I am a man who enjoys beautiful things.

This girl certainly was a beautiful thing.

She was dressed in the spaghetti strapped short black dress that I had picked, her long black hair was cascaded around her shoulders.

You couldn't not stare.

She definitely wasn't American, I don't know why I was stupid enough to believe that she was from New York.

There was a kind of innocence that surrounded her, and I f*****g hated it.

She looked so f*****g pure and sweet, it made me want to f**k her tight ass p***y all the more.

"You f*****g drugged me you f*****g shitface manwhore."

Ah, yes. I forgot the second she opens her mouth, the sweetness is gone.

Anger bubbled inside of me, and I couldn't believe how stupid I was to let someone as low and dirty as her, insult me.

I pulled my pistol from my jacket, pressing it into the sweet part of her neck.

My left arm snaked around her tiny waist as I pushed her into the barrel of the gun.

"Careful, little one. You won't be so pretty if you continue to speak to me like that." The threat was entirely true.

I might actually enjoy torturing the little w***e. A waste of beauty, but she shouldn't test me.

I felt her breath hitch and I could tell she was biting her tongue back, probably to refrain from calling me a string of profanities.

She might not be as big an i***t as I thought.

In truth, I didn't want any girl to be in my life. Especially not some w***e.

I don't know why the f**k I bought her.

I was high as hell, I had been sitting in on those auctions for weeks. Gripping the BID button like some bastard for weeks without pressing it once.

I don't know why I bought her. The first thing I noticed was her innocence. These auctions were for prostitutes and low-life's who had been picked off the streets.

This girl was so goddamn different.

When they said she was a virgin, and so f*****g young I don't know why the f**k my interest peaked.

And I had spent over half a million of the mafia's...my mafia's money on her.

I hope she was f*****g worth it.

I heard her gasp, and I pulled the barrel of the gun away.

I took my arm away from her, and she stumbled back.

I slid my gun back into my jacket.

"nadet' obuv'." (Put on your shoes)

I handed her the pair of heels. I had avoided giving them to her while she was high because I thought she would attempt to stab me or Afanas with them.

She looked at them, a dark eyebrow c****d up.

"You over estimate my slutty abilities, Mr. Velkov."

"No, I don't. If anything, I underestimate them. Put the f*****g shoes on."

She scowled at me and grabbed the shoes from me.

I felt my temper boiling but I said nothing.

"Also, do not call me Mr. Velkov. My name is Sinister."

She nodded, as she slid on the heels.

They were quite sexy heels. Tall, and black, with straps.

I noticed that this little girl pushed her accent away, and for some reason, it bothered me.

She was trying so hard to not be exactly what she was.

The second she buckled the other shoe I grabbed her and pushed her out the door.

I heard her curse under her breath but I paid her no mind as I began walking down the halls.

My men were gone, scoping out the Italians drug cartel base. In a few weeks, we would invade their drug import headquarters.

Fuck those Italian scum.

"pereyekhat'." (Move)

She was taking too f*****g long.

I pulled her through the halls and into the garage where all of my personal vehicles were stored.

I smirked as she stared, her big blue eyes glimmered as she took it all in.

"You own all of these?" She asked slowly, and I shrugged.

"Da."

Ferraris, Lamborghini's, Audi's and so many more super cars lined the walls of my garage.

I tapped my foot impatiently, "pick one."

She turned back to me her eyes wide with surprise, "can I?"

"I don't f*****g care, just hurry God damn, I'm hungry."

She pointed at my Audi R8, and I almost smiled.

My favorite car.

"Get the f**k in."

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Bella POV:

The devil was a reckless driver. He was absolute s**t.

It was almost as if he felt the rules of the road didn't apply to him. He blew through stop lights, crosswalks, he sped up when children were crossing.

He was a f*****g lunatic.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and twelve minutes of reckless driving passed.

My head felt dizzy, and my hands shook as I felt the car slowing down.

"You can open your eyes now, Suka."

My eyes fluttered opened, and the Devil stared at me.

I ignored his glare as I looked around, the lights of downtown flooded through my eyes.

The lights burned though me as I stated at the beauty, and the freedom. I glanced back at the Devil to see if he would notice if I ran away.

But f**k me dude, this man was loading a magnum revolver.

He shoved the bullets into the magazine, and slid the loaded gun into his jacket pocket. As he turned to slide into his pocket, I glanced at a long stream of tattoos that coated his neck. The dark inked lines formed some sort of shape, but he moved and they became hidden by the collar of his jacket.

"malen'kaya shlyukha, stop staring. It's f*****g rude." (Little whore.)

Fucking son of Satan.

I was about to yell at him when realization dawned on me. This satanic mother fucker can kill me, with so much ease. I better try not to piss off the leader of the Russian Mafia.

He glanced at me, almost as if he expected me to tell at him.

Nope.

His icy eyes took me in, his slicked black hair was immaculate, any woman, prostitute or not, would have their panties drop at the sight of him. But I knew what he really was, he was a murderer, asshole, d**k faced mother fucker, and he was the devil.

"Let's go." He got out of the car, and I reluctantly followed, still looking for an escape route.

I drowned as I saw two sleek black SUV's pulling up, I glanced to the Devil but he didn't seemed fazed.

"Relax, Suka. Those are my men."

I guess running towards more Mafia men isn't much of an escape route.

I took a step towards the road, hoping that I could flag down a passing car.

I guess the Devil sensed my desire to escape, because suddenly his hands were tightly gripping my waist, leading us into the restaurant.

Inside, I couldn't help but stare. The restaurant was posh, and beautiful.

It had a waterfront view of the city, the tables were candle lit, and the design of the interior was beautiful.

We approached the front, a younger woman with dark blonde hair greeted us.

Her face was pale and smooth looking, with dark brown eyes and brightly painted lips.

She smiled brightly when the Devil approached, her grim faltered when she saw me.

"Mr. Velkov, lovely to see you again. May I get you and your...sister a table?" She smiled fakely, and I felt the need to stab her thirteen times.

I took a step forward but Sinister held me back.

"This is my date, you worthless little slut. Don't ever disrespect my guest. We'll take a private table with the waterfront view, now."

I cracked a smile and I felt so victorious as the blondes face went from unjustified cockiness, into pure, red, embarrassment.

Sucks to suck.

"Yes sir." She mumbled as she led us to a private table in the back of the establishment.

I sat down, and froze as I realized how close the devil and I were sitting to each other.

This dinner was going to be very interesting.

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