I was nervous as hell, I had never met Sinister's family before. With the exception of Luka, Sinister's deranged, psychopathic brother. f**k, I hate Luka. He shot his father and f*****g paralyzed him.
His father was the Russian Mob boss before Sinister, which freaked me out even more. I feel like if I ask him how his day is going, he'll run me over with his car. Or, well, he's rich as f**k, so he'll have one of his men run me over with a car. Something like that.
"Flower, what's wrong with lace?" Sinister asked me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Nothing's wrong with it, if we're having s*x. But if you're going to d**k deprive me, at least give me a hoodie and some sweatpants." I pouted, throwing the laced panties on the ground.
He frowned, "What's wrong with the clothes I bought f
