I am Not a Prostitute

Chapter 41

Sinisters POV:

My heart literally fucking raced. I had never thought of myself as the kind of guy to commit, hell, four months ago, I would never have even thought of saying the word "love".

Now, I was about to walk down the isle with the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Afanas was actually the one to suggest the proposal, we were out at a Christmas party, getting drunk as fuck, and I was telling him that I couldn't imagine being with someone else, and how that scared the shit outta me. And he said;

"Well shit dude, why don't you marry her?"

I couldn't get he thought out of my head...1 week later, I bought that gorgeous ring and asked Calla Levkin to marry me.

"Yebat'. Shit dude, I can't believe this is happening." (Fuck).

He grinned at me as he lit up a joint, "you deserve this, man. She's good for you."

I sighed, straightening the bow on my Louis Vuitton tuxedo, tucking my 9 mm Smithfield into my jacket pocket.

Gotta be prepared.

"Alright dude, I gotta go walk with Calla, I'll see you down there, yeah?"

I nodded to him, as he finished off the last of his joint, and left.

Calla POV:

"You ready, suka?"

The sound of Afanas walking through the door made my heart race, this was it.

"Suka, I said are yo-" as soon as he walked though the door he froze. His eyes gazing at me, he smiled softly.

"You look beautiful, Calla."

I smiled, still too nervous to speak.

"I know right!!" Carly chirped as she waltzed in the room, her red bridesmaid dress accentuating her curves.

"Oh fuck!! You look hot as a mother fucker!!" Afanas grinned as he checked her out.

I chuckled, Carly was good for him. Maybe she would whip his lil Russian tequila tequila ass into shape.

"See you at the isle, Calla." She smiled at me, her chocolate brown eyes twinkling as she slipped out of the room.

Afanas glanced at me, his dark eyes held warmth, "I'm happy for you, really."

I flushed, "thank you..."

"I know some things have happened in the past between us...but you and Sinister? You deserve each other."

Some things....yeah like fingering the shit outta my vajayjay.

He extended his jacket arm, "ready?"

I smiled softly, "I'm ready."

I gripped his arm tightly, fearing that I would fall flat on my ass in these big heels.

"Oh wait" he smiled as he pulled out a poorly wrapped present "I forgot, I got you something."

He slid out a pair of ruby earrings, with the word suka engraved on each. He grinned mischievously as he fastened the derogatory jewels on my ears.

"Thank you...I think." I flushed, as we began walking, the second we past the double doors I completely stumbled.

Hundreds of beautiful calla Lily's were placed around the altar, plush white benches were scattered, the seats were filled with some familiar, and some unfamiliar faces.

the music erupted around me and I felt my heart racing like a humming birds wings, I kept my eyes on the ground as we began walking down the velvet carpet, I gripped Afanas's arm like it was a raft in the middle of the ocean.

I heard people gasping with delight as I stepped past them, my entire body was shaking with fear.

With every step that I took, I felt myself becoming a little more undone.

Afanas and I stopped walking, and I felt my eyes raise, as I looked at him.

Sinister.

My beautiful Russian mobster, he looked absolutely breathtaking.

His jet black hair was slicked back into a neat du, he wore a crisp black tuxedo, his tattooed hands were crossed respectively in front of him. His iced eyes glittered under the lighting, his diamond-cutting jaw made my legs feel weak. His pink lips curved into a small smile as he gazed at me, he gave me a totally inexplicable look, a look with so much passion and desire I felt as though I might throw up.

Afanas held my hand as he led me towards Sinister, and as I gazed into his gorgeous pale eyes, I felt all of my anxiety and fear slip away, and suddenly it was just him and me. Sinister and Calla.

Afanas held my hand, passing it into Sinisters tattooed, warm hands and I felt my body erupt in chills.

Instead of there being a priest, there was mom. Gabriel grinned at me as he began reading from a page.

I didn't hear a word he said. I was too busy gazing at the most beautiful man in front of me, he held my hands in his, and I blushed furiously as we gazed at each other.

"Do you, Sinister Velkov, take Calla Levkin to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death to you part?"

Sinister grinned devilishly as he looked like he was complementing whether or not to say yes.

"I do." He finally said, smirking at me, giving me those 'I'm gonna fuck you so hard on out honeymoon' eyes.

Mama turned to me, "and do you, Calla Levkin take Sinister Velkov to have and to ho-"

"YES." I yelled, cutting my mama bear off as I jumped into Sinisters arms smashing my lips to his.

He chuckled softly against my lips, and I heard Gabriel say something along the lines of:

"Fucking impatient crackhead."

I heard cheers and yells as Sinisters lips formed around mine, his strong arms dipped me low and I wrapped my hands around his neck.

He set me back on my feet, his ringed fingers held my waist I laughed to myself as I felt the gun that was strapped in his jacket pocket.

I felt my heart sink into my shoes as I realized how much I wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter the terrible things he had done, no matter the girls who had come before me. He made me feel special, like a beautiful little flower in the middle of the desert.

Your life is too short not to take risks, life is too rare to hold yourself tight and isolated. Sometimes, you just have to throw yourself out there, you only have this one life, how would you like to spend it? You have to be brave, love yourself, love those around you, and take risks.

Sinister Velkov was the risk I will always cherish.