“Sinister, can you please explain to me, why all of the underwear you bought for me...are made of lace?!"

I was tearing apart my closet, making a poor attempt at trying to find something comfortable to wear on the flight.

I was nervous as hell, I had never met Sinister's family before. With the exception of Luka, Sinister's deranged, psychopathic brother. Fuck, I hate Luka. He shot his father and fucking paralyzed him.

His father was the Russian Mob ...