Come Back To Me: Mafia Romance (18+ Only)

Chapter 16

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Calla's POV:

When he left me, I went crazy. I would randomly burst into tears, and couldn't stop myself from screaming into my pillow, trying to tear myself apart. I was furious with him, with myself. He left me.

I remember my heart burning inside my chest when I had realized that I might never see him again. It was the kind of pain that drowns you completely, the kind of pain you not only feel in your heart, but in your mind and your soul.

Now, here I am, holding hands with my once gone, but never forgotten, husband.

I felt the coolness of his rings burn into my hand, and I felt like I was holding on for dear life. It was almost as though if I let go of his hand, I would be lost forever.

The music erupted around us, and bodies moved in close to us.

I stared into his beautiful icy orbs. They were the color of the crystal blue sea, the hue of the most beautiful things on earth, the storms of the silver sky, and all of my reasons why I live.

He smirked slightly, pulling me close to his, as his free hand grasped my waist with such force, it seemed like he never wanted to let go.

"Sinister..." I said quietly, my voice barley audible in the surge of music surrounding us.

"Yes, flower?"

That nickname made my legs feel weak, and I was thankful for his arm gripping my waist. Without his strength surrounding me, I felt as though I would fall completely.

"Don't leave me." I whispered, my eyes burning.

He paused, our dancing ceased. I held back the urge to look and see if anyone noticed the Russian mobster staring into the eyes of a nobody.

"Angel" he murmured, clasping my face between his ringed hands "I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me."

He must have sensed my body giving out, because his hands tore away from my face, and wrapped around my waist, holding me up.

I cautiously tore my eyes away from him, only to see Luka watching us intently.

Sinister followed my gaze to his suspicious brother.

"Do you think he knows?" I asked my fingers pulling at his suit jacket.

"If he doesn't now, he sure as hell will soon. Most of the men here know I've taken a bride, and they all know your name." His eyes were storming with thoughts, as he rhythmically danced with the music.

"I feel famous." I smiled slightly.

He chucked darkly, and I relished in the way his warm body hummed.

He pulled me closer to him, and I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, holding on for dear life as he dipped me so low to the ground that I felt my hair brush the ground.

"Sinister, what're we going to do?" I asked slowly.

He looked at me, dark humor dancing in his eyes.