Come Back to Me

Chapter 20

Calla's POV:

"FREEEEEEDOM!!!" Rachel screamed as she cannonballed into the pool.

"THAT WAS A BORDERLINE MEDIOCRE CANNONBALL!!!!" I yelled at her, paddling over to the side of the pool and pulling myself out of the water.

"You're a liar." She muttered, pulling her hair into a wet bun, "at least you look like a supermodel, damn mama you look good."

I laid down in a chair, pulling sunglasses over my eyes, "thanks cutie."

"This house is fucking huge, it must have its own zipcode." Rachel skipped over and sat down next to me

I hummed in agreement.

"Calla, it's been a week since you moved into this house, and you've had me over everyday. What's up with you and Sin? Is he not satisfying your needs? Do you need me to satisfy your needs? I'm a great lover."

I grinned at her, "No babe. Sinisters just...busy lately."

It's true, ever since we moved into this palace, Sinister had been crazy busy. He'd leave early in the morning and come back late at night. The only sign of him having actually come home at night, was the wet towel he left on the knob each day from his showers.

"Okay" She wrung her hair out "We've already watched all the Harry Potters, Star Treks, Star Wars, Avengers, and we've seen Pretty Woman twice. And we've played golf 5 times, and swum in the pool everyday. Our last resort is the gym, and you know...I'm not about to do that."

I frowned, "And your point is?"

She threw her head back, "I'M FUCKING BORED!!!"

"Well maybe if you actually spent the night here instead of leaving me every day before dinner, I'd say we could do something more fun."

Rachel has yet to sleep over, every day she had been leaving my house early, and would come back the next day. It was really bothering me because I wanted to have a slumber party, and I haven't had a fucking slumber party.

She glanced away from me, "Oh, sorry..."

I stared at her, "Where have you been going everyday?"

Her green eyes flickered to the floor, "I've been seeing a friend."

I frowned, "I'm your only friend."

She adjusted the strap on her bikini, "not true. I have Jesus, and Dr. Phil. And Dr. Phil told me he's always there for me."

I stared at her, "Rachel, c'mon, just tell me."

She ducked her head low, and I watched as her skin flushed into a deep crimson. Her brown hair, now light from the sun, hid her big, guilty looking eyes.

"I'm seeing a guy, sort of." she said slowly, still not willing to look at me.

I frowned, who the hell was she seeing? Rachel didn't really know anybody.

"Who?" I pulled my sunglasses off, and stared, forcing her to raise her wide, green eyes.

"Is it Sebastian?" I asked.

She frowned, "What? No."

"Obama?"

"I wish."

"Jack daniels?"

"Calla, that's a brand of whiskey." She smiled nervously.

I deadpanned, and stared at her, not feeling like playing the guessing game anymore.

She took in a deep breath, her skin flushed, "it's Afanas."

What the fuck.

I went silent, in complete shock.

I should have seen this coming, why didn't I see this coming? Afanas brought her as his date to the ball, and didn't actually seem to hate having her around.

That might not seem like much, but for Afanas, that's everything.

"Are you guys dating...or just fucking....?" My voice was slow.

She shrugged and blushed furiously, I didn't miss the way her eyes glittered in excitement.

"I dunno...I think we might be dating?" she said.

I was silent for a moment, not because I wasn't happy for her, but because I was questioning Afanas' highly unethical personality. Rachel is my best friend, Afanas is a whore, those two don't add up.

She looked away from me, sitting down beside the pools edge and dipping her feet in. I watched, deep in thought, as the water rippled and fanned out into calmness.

"I'm happy for you." I said with a smile. Rachel had been through so much shit recently, and still accepted everything that came her way. I threw her into my chaotic life, and she embraced it. The least I could do, was be happy for her.

She stood up and yanked me into a bear hug.

"Thank you, Cal. I love you."

I squeezed her tightly, smiling as her face was bright.

"I gotta go soon, Afanas is picking me up for date night." She said, looking slightly guilty.

I frowned, "really? You're gonna leave me all alone?"

She pouted, "Noo, don't do that to me, we've been hanging out all day. What time is Sinister coming home?"

I shrugged, "No idea. He comes home after I've fallen asleep, and leaves before I'm even awake. It pisses me off, ya know? I feel like a soccer mom, just waiting for her kids to come home from school, so I can hop in my trashy lil minivan, drive them to practice, and just talk to the other moms about how great my kid is, even though I'm pretty sure my kid has something wrong with it, like, it hasn't scored a single fucking goal this year, not ONE goal. Like SERIOUSLY what is it thinking?!?"

Rachel placed a hand on my shoulder, "Shhh, Calla, it's gonna be okay."

I frowned, "I hate my kid."

"You don't have a kid."

"Good. That little slut didn't deserve me anyways."

She pulled her damp hair into a pony tail, "you need to call Sinister, and lay down the law. He needs to pay more attention to you."

I pouted, "I'm an attention whore. Nothing can compare to being the center of attention, not porn, not alcohol, and not Bojangles. Maybe winning monopoly, but nothing else...not even pizza.

Rachel frowned, "I'm sorry...have you tried pizza...?"

"Yes and it doesn't compare to owning half the board and watching the light die from your friends eyes as you take their money and your friendship slowly deteriorates."

Rachels green eyes lit up with laughter as she shook her head, "Call Sinister. Talk to him, let him know how you feel. I gotta go, I love you."

I flicked her off, "whore!" I yelled as I watched her walk away.

She was right, I had to tell Sinister how neglected I was feeling.

I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.

"Zdravstvuyte?" He answered gruffly on the last ring, speaking in Russian. (Hello).

"Hi Sin..." I said slowly.

"Oh, hi flower, are you okay?" His voice went from gruff to soothing.

"Yeah I'm fine."

"Okay, good. Listen, I'm really busy, I gotta go. We'll talk later." His voice was quick.

I frowned. Hell no. He cannot be this dismissive.

"If you hangup on me, I will burn our house down and get a vasectomy." My voice was stern.

He paused, "Calla, you're a girl. You can't get a vasectomy."

"Wanna bet?"

"Fuck, fine Calla. What is it?"

I sighed, pacing around the pool deck. "I never see you anymore, it's like you don't have time for me. I literally just play around the house like a useless housewife waiting for you to come home. And I hate it."

He was silent for a moment, and I suddenly thought that maybe I was being too needy. I mean, he's a Russian Mob boss, I'm sure he has people to kill and drugs to sell. After all, he bought me this fucking mansion, and all I can do it sit and complain.

"Calla, baby, I promise I have my reasons for working so much. I'm sorry, but it'll be worth it, I have a surprise for you when I get home."

"If it's sexual intercourse, then you are forgiven."

He chuckled on the other line and I relished in the sound of his beautifully dark laughter.

"It can be, but that's not the surpise. I have something else."

"DOUBLE JEOPARDY. I GET TWO SURPRISES?!?"

He laughed again, "Yes flower. Can you just sit tight until I get home?"

"No."

"Calla, I'll only be a few hours. I'll be home by 11 tonight."

"No."

"What do you mean 'no'?"

"This house has so many fireplaces, so much stuff to burn..."

"I'll be home in 30 minutes."

The phone went dead and I collapsed on the pool chair, grinning to myself.

I wonder what he's planning...

CHAPTER 21

Sinister's POV:

I really hope she didn't burn the house down.

I nodded to the guards at the front door as I walked in, and was immediately attack by a small monkey. She lept into my arms and I held her there.

"That was 36 minutes. I was sooo close to burning the house down." She kissed my cheek.

I grinned at her, "Sorry, love."

"What's the surprise?" She asked with a dimpled smile. I frowned as I noticed she was wearing one of my shirts. Her dark hair was wild around her shoulders, completely untamed like the wild child she was.

"My mother wants us to visit her, a little family reunion, with the exception of Luka."

Her big blue eyes went wide.

My mother had called me a few weeks back, she missed me and wanted me and my bride to visit her and my father. She had invited my cousins too. That's why I had been so busy lately, I was making sure I wouldn't have to work while we were visiting.

"What do you think?" I asked.

She ran her fingers through her hair, "do you think they'll like me?"

"I don't know how they couldn't."

***

Afanas' POV:

My nose burned as I snorted a line, I felt the warm buzz fill my head.

"That's so cool. Can I try?"

I glared at Rachel, "No."

I'm not quite sure what I had gotten myself in to. I'm not the kind of man who dates women. I fuck women. I use women. But I do not date women.

Maybe it's that inner fear I have, that i'll never be good enough, or I'll never live up to their expectations. I dated a girl named Carly, but I never loved her. The only girl I ever felt something real for, was Calla. But I'm not Sinister Velkov. I'm not as good looking, or rich as my best friend.

Or maybe, its the fact that I'm a disconnected man whore, who's addicted to sex and drugs.

"Just one line?" Rachel pouted, her brown locks falling around her shoulders.

"Not gonna happen." I smirked, "I'm already a druggie, I'm not about to let you become one."

She shook her head, her lips grazing mine as she gave me a quick peck.

"Do you want to do something fun?" She asked, sprawling out on my bed like a little lion.

I raised an eyebrow, "Like what?"

"Hmm, I have an idea, but it's a secret so I have to drive." She grinned mischievously.

I shrugged and nodded at her, tossing the keys to my Mustang, "I swear to God Rachel, if you scratch Shelia, I will kill you."

"Who's Sheliah."

"My fucking car."

***

Okay, let me just say, that I may be a bad driver, but Rachel is TERRIBLE. She was playing the Song FEFE, and completely forgot to stop at a red light. Her excuse was that she was "color blind".

She either drove above the speed limit, or below, at no point did she ever go the speed limit.

She also flicked off every Prius that we passed.

We drove for about 20 minutes before stopping out side "Saint Michaels Christian Church of Holy Worship."

I stared at her as she put the car in park.

"No." I said sternly. "We are not doing this. You said this would be fun. Church is not fun."

She sighed, "It can be fun. Just give it 3 minutes."

The little vixen didn't even wait for me to answer, instead she just hopped out of the car and skipped towards the doors where a ceremony was occurring.

I hesitated, before following her inside. I had never been to church before, it felt like I should burn for even setting foot here.

Inside was an eruption of singing, something about Jesus and God.

A priest stood at the front of the room, and entire choir sung behind him. This is fucking stupid, why the fuck am I here. Men and women sat all around us, dressed in fancy, conservative clothing. I was definitely out of place. How the fuck did I let her take me here?

The second the song ended, Rachel skipped to the front of the room and approached the priest.

"Hi, daddy, er, I mean Father, my lord." She smiled at him.

The man was in his sixties with white hair, wearing a long white robe with a massive gold cross sewn into it.

"Yes, child, what can I do for you?" He asked quietly.

She beamed fakely at him, "Hi, my name is Trixie, and I had some questions about Jesus and stuff like that."

He paused, "I would be happy to speak with you after the ceremony."

She shook her head, "I gotta go back to the strip club pretty soon. My boyfriend over there" she motioned to me, and a hundred stern faces turned around to see me. My face flushed red in complete embarrassment.

"My boyfriend, well sorry, Daddy, he told me to call him Daddy, he said that he wants to put his hot dog into my buns, do you know what that means, Papa Father?"

The priests face turned bright red as he coughed awkwardly.

What. The. Fuck. Is. She. Doing.

"Also" Rachel said cheerfully "he says he wants to lick my kitty, do you know what that means? I'm not married or anything so I don't fully know what any of this means."

I heard gasps of shock ring out through the crowd.

The priest just stood there in complete and utter disbelief, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find words to say.

"Okay, well I can see you're going to be no help to me. Bye Mr. Jesus! Bye AA meeting!" She waved to the crowed of horrified people as she sprinted past me and out of the church.

I took off behind her, slamming the glass door after me.

"RACHEL WHAT THE FUCK!?" I yelled at her and watched in fury as she laughed hysterically.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY!! YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO DO SOMETHING FUN, I THOUGHT YOU MEANT GOKARTING OR CLUBBING OR SOMETHING, NOT FUCKING AROUND WITH A CHURCH CEREMONY!!!"

She wiped her eyes as tears poured down her face from laughter, she bent over, struggling to catch her breath.

I glared at her, "you're so fucking lucky you're cute. If you were anyone else, I would've shot you by now."

She calmed down, a smile still plastered on her face as she pressed her lips into mine.

She pulled away, "Make up sex?"

I snaked my hands around her full waist and pulled her to me nodding slowly as I kissed her neck.

"Church sex?"

I pulled away from her

"You're sick."