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

Chapter 48

Weed or Alcohol?
***

You know when you're in the middle of a test, and there's always that one asshole that's coughing too loud, or sniffing too often?

You know when you're trying to get somewhere fast, but there's always that one bastard that's walking so slow, acting like they just shit their pants, and all you're trying to do is walk like a regular person?

You know those fuck heads who chew with their mouth open?

You know those shit faces that scrape their fork against their teeth?

Multiply all of these by 650,000 and that's how triggered I was at the moment.

I would recognize Illeyas voice anywhere. It dripped with painful memories. The deep rumble that emmited from deep inside his chest made me shiver with anguish and absolute fear.

The icy barrel of the gun was pressed hard into my temple.

Sinister's eyes widened as he looked at the man who was standing behind me. His fists quivered with rage as his eyes locked on to the gun that was rammed against my head.

"Don't you all look suprised to see me?" He chuckled darkly from behind me, his voice lacking all essences of humor.

"Get your gun away from her." Sinister seethed, his arms twitching by his side as he contemplated what to do.

"But that would ruin all of my fun, Sinister. And you're all about fun, aren't you? Remember when you shot my best friend Steffan in the head?"

This cannot be happening. How is this happening.

Illeya roughly spun me around to face him, the barrel of the gun still digging into my temple.

What I saw before me made my skin pale, my eyes widened as I looked into the eyes of a true monster.

Illeya's face was unregoznizable, his face was charred with healed wounds, his hair was knatty and flakey. His big blue eyes were covered with swollen, burned skin. His lips turned up into a sick kind of smirk, his lips deformed.

He looked like a mask, nothing like the once decently attractive sibling I had grown up with. He looked like some sort of twisted halloween costume, his face a mix of red bubbling burns.

"I see you didn't appreciate my little bonfire." I smiled weakly, wincing as he tighened his hold on my arms, the gun digging into the flesh of my skull.

"Do you comprehend how painful thermal 3rd degree burns are, Calla? Do you understand what it feels like to have your entire body set on fucking fire?" He seethed, the burned flesh of his morphed face wrinkled with every word he spoke.

"Hey buddy, I didn't discover fire, I just created it. Ow." I groaned as he squeezed my arm, tightening his hold on me.

"You little fucking bitch, you're going to feel more pain than fire." He spat.

"Oohh, burnnn." I squeaked, struggling to catch my breath as he dug the gun deeper into the sensative skin on my temple.

Honestly, I was just masking my fear with mediocre jokes.

"Illeya, what the fuck do you want?" Sinister spoke slowly.

Ileya spun to face him, pulling me with him.

Sinister stood a few feet away, his hand twitching towards the gun in his waistband, his other hand was out in front of him, his palm facing down as if Illeya was some sort of tiger he was trying to tame.