Come Back to Me

Chapter 59

"God, I feel like someone just stapled my eye lids shut and decided to fuck me in the face because they thought it was my vagina."

Anton frowned, "What does that even mean?"

"It means I'm crying, my head hurts and my heart feels like it's broken." I pouted.

Anton's face fell sympathetically as he pulled his sleeve over his hand and dried my tears, his eyes were sad.

"You're going to ruin your suit." I mumbled, sniffing as he led me towards a living room, and sat me down on the couch.

He glanced at his makeup covered tuxedo sleeve and shrugged, "I really don't give a damn."

I buried my head in my hands, I know Sinister loves me, but it still hurt to see him happy with someone else, especially when that someone else looks like every guys fantasy. It really hurt my heart.

"Don't cry, beautiful child." Anton said, patting me on the back.

"Don't pat me, that's weird as fuck." I pouted.

His green eyes softened, "What would you like me to do?"

I grabbed his arm and threw it over my shoulder, leaning into him. I needed some sort of comfort, Afanas wasn't here, and Sebastian was being an asshole.

He squeezed my tiny body close to him, "You should not be sad, love. Beauty is only skin deep. If someone is attracted to you merely because you have an attractive face and a good body...they won't

be by your side forever. But the people who can see how beautiful you heart is, will never leave you. You have a beautiful heart, child."

"How do you know that? We only just met. You don't know anything about me." I frowned, looking at his bright green eyes as they shone.

He laughed lightly, "I know a lot about you, love. I know you were kidnapped off the streets, and taken by the Russian Mafia. I know all of the tragedy and heartbreak you have overcome, I know you somehow stood tall through all of that, and became not only the second in command of the Russian Mafia, but also the bosses wife. And you want to know what else I know?"

"What?" I whispered.

"I know that only someone with a beautiful heart, could make the worlds most ruthless man fall in love."

Oh. Wow, that was deep.

"I know something else too."

I was honestly scared to hear the answer, but I nodded for him to continue.

"I know you are far more attractive than Hayden is. She's an airhead, who has zero sense of humor, and can't shoot a gun if her life depended on it."

Yes Calla, go Calla. If a handsome prince said it, then it must be true.

"Thank you, your majesty, sir, my lord--"

"This isn't Star Wars, or Game of Thrones. You don't have to call me 'My Lord'. Just call me Anton."

Oh thank GOD he understood my reference.

"Okay...Anton. Thank you for your kind words, but I still feel like shit." Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He chuckled, patting me on the head like a puppy.

"Then what do you want to do about it? Do you want to just sit here and feel like garbage while Mr. Velkov has a great night dancing with an imbecile? Or do you want to make him jealous?"

"Oh door number two please." I smiled, Anton wiped off the last of my tears, hopping up and extending me his hand.

"Shall we?"

I grabbed his hand, "Yes, my lord."

***

Anton led me through the noisy, music-filled ballroom, his hand gripping mine tightly as he led me towards the dance floor. Everyone seemed to be staring at me, their eyes made me feel uneasy. I guess I could understand how it looked. The wife of the Russian Mafia boss, and second in command, being led by a European Prince onto the dance floor.

Yeah, it looks pretty fucking cool. Keep lookin' at me bitches.

I saw Sinister and that cunt immedietly, they were both still smiling, her boobs were practically pushed into his mouth.

I need to burn something.

"Gotovy?" He asked pushing me away from my thoughts. (Ready?)

I frowned, "oh, ty govorish' po russki?" (You speak Russian?).

He chuckled, "YA govoryu na mnogikh yazykakh, lyubov' moya." (I speak many languages, my love).

Without waiting for me to reply, Anton grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. I wrapped my hands around his neck, as he brought us right next to Sinister, and dipped me low to the ground.

Sinisters eyes came in contact with mine, his icy eyes wide with suprise as he looked from me, to Anton, and back to me.

Hahhahahah....fucker.

I pulled my eyes away from Sinister to see a small smile plastered on Antons face, as we spun in a full circle. His hands gripped me tight as he pulled me up and off the ground, setting my back on my feet as his hands went back to my waist.

I stole another glance at Sinister to see he was still staring at us, his eyes were murderous as he continued with the movements to the dance.

"I think I just got you murdered." I laughed, tightening my arms around his neck.

"Mr. Velkov may hate me, but he'd never lay a hand on my royal head." He breathed.

"I wouldn't count on it." I grinned feeling Anton pulling me through the movements of a dance I definitely didn't know.

"You're a very good dancer, Mrs. Velkov."

"Hell no I'm not, you're just excellent at leading. I dance like a little homeless person."

"Oh?" He mused "have you seen many homeless people dance?"

"No." I pouted.

"Hold on tight to my neck, there's a dip coming up." He smiled.

I did what he asked, as he pulled my right leg up in one of his hands, his other cradled the small of my back as he dipped me low to the ground, I felt like my hair was touching the ground. That's not fucking sanitary.

He pulled me up, pulling me towards him.

"Is that a gun on your thigh, Mrs. Velkov?" He whispered in my ear, a grin splayed out on his face.

"I'd tell you...but then I'd have to burn your house down."

"I'm pretty sure the saying goes 'I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.'"

I shrugged, "Well, I'm Calla, I don't like to listen to people, or movies, or stoplights."

He chuckled, his hands loosening around my waist as the song came to an end.

The second the ochestra played the last chord, I felt someone grip onto my shoulder, and I cursed silently under my breath as I slowly turned around to a fuming Sinister.

He stared at me, his body rigid with anger as he glared at me and Anton.

"Hey there, big guy." I said slowly.

I'm so screwed.