The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 23

come on grey, get your shit together, he literally just told you that he doesn't care about you!

I was curled up in the bed, my door locked.

I was just another stupid girl, was I actually serious? Did I even think about liking him?!

He was in the Mafia.

Grey face it, he is the Mafia.

I have trained half my life learning how to kill people like him, and how to mentally degrade people like him.

I'm his fucking prisoner!

I'm thinking about actually liking my captor? I'm so fucking dumb.

I usually didn't even think about liking guys.

Sure there were boys at the academy that liked me and maybe I could have liked them too, but it was strictly against code to be 'with' anyone.

I had kissed boys too, it wasn't like I was all 'too innocent' I mean I was a Virgin? So I suppose I'm kinda innocent, but I was saving myself for someone special.

I flipped onto my stomach and screamed into my pillow, I refused to cry, but screaming was okay.

I think the last time I cried was last year when my brothers died, but going a year without crying? That's kinda big.

Also I didn't cry a single time in the academy, considering it was forbidden, but six years without crying? That's even bigger.

"Fuck!" I screamed into my pillow.

This was bad.

My life was fucked over, and pointless.

I have no family, no friends.

And a bunch of big ass Italians want to kidnap me. Just great.

A tear threatened to form in my eye, but I forced it down. I haven't cried

In more than a year, I'm not going to start now.

Especially over someone like Sinister mother fucking Solvact.

I bit the inside of my cheek in thought.

I slammed my face back into the pillow when there was a knock at the door.

"Grey?" It was Xavier. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

"I'm dying, come back later." I muttered through the pillow.

"You'd better come up with a better one."

"I'm naked." I groaned.

The door flew open- not to my surprise.

"Darn." He muttered.

"Your such a creep." I muttered as I took my face from the depths of the comforting pillow.

"Guilty. But as I am a creep, I'm not so much an idiot. What's wrong?" He asked, in his low-almost whisper, his

Russian accent was almost cloaking his English tongue.

I pursed my lips, "what? Nothing's the matter."

His hazel eyes bore into mine, "lzhets."

(Liar)

I bit my lip, "it's nothing. Just stupid girl stuff, even assassins have problems, you know."

He shrugged, and lay on the bed next to me, "yeah I know, but your not an assasin anymore. Now your just a little girl, involved with the Soviet and Italian mafia." He grinned.

He helped himself and slipped under my covers next to me, snuggling himself in, he looked at me, "alright, now I'm your best girl friend. So spill, what's bothering you?"

I couldn't help from grinning at this fully grown gorgeous man, curled in my bed, and begging me to share my secrets.

I turned the light off next to me and curled up into the bed next to him, making sure we weren't spooning or anything, I curled to the side and drifted off, "not tonight girlfriend." I mumbled before sleep claimed me.

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I woke up to see Sin staring at me, he was standing at the foot of my bed. His hair was perfectly shaggy, dressed in his usual fancy shirt and dress pants.

His ice eyes stared at me, and they seemed to be filled with anger.

"Wake the fuck up, and explain yourself Suka." I frowned at him as I made an attempt to get up when something stopped me.

I turned my head and found am arm laying across my ribs.

Xavier, he fell asleep here last night.

Oh shit. This looked bad.

"It's not what you think." I said as I pulled his arm off of me, only to find him groan as he rolled over on me.

I let out a gasp as his weight crushed me.

I tapped his sides and bit his shoulder as my breath escaped me, but nothing would make this man wake up.

I coughed as I looked up at sins face, and he seemed to be amused that I couldn't move.

I choked as he rolled more until he was on top of my ribs-and lungs.

"Can't-" I coughed "breath."

Sins eyes widened as he realized that I wasn't pretending.

"Prosnites' zhopa otverstiye!!" He yelled and Xavier's eyes widened, looking at the situation he shot off of me as I gasped for breath.

(Wake up ass hole!!)

"Sorry." He said with a sheepish smile.

I sat up swinging my legs to the side of me bed, I waved him off "your fine."

Sin gave me a killer look, "no. Your not 'fine' you have about three seconds to tell me why you two we're in bed together before I kill you both."

Xavier was up in a flash stepping in front of me- putting a burier between me and sin.

"Whoa whoa calm down. I was with her last night because she was fucking upset. uspokoit'sya."

(Calm down)

"Don't tell me to calm down." He hissed

He's a spicy little quesadilla.

"Then you'd better listen. We didn''t fucking do anything calm your balls." He muttered as he pushed me back.

sins eyes kept on mine, and I had no idea why he was freaking out. I pushed Xavier away and stepped up to him, closing the space I stared at him.

"You literally just told me that you don't care about me. Either get your stories straight, or stop fucking with my brain." I stepped past him and walked away.

I was proud of myself.