The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 13

I sat in his living room, my hands roughly gripping each other, so hard my knuckles cracked.

My legs were tightly crossed into a stiff and uncomfortable position, because that was the exact position i was in.

Viktor sat across me, drink in hand, staring at me.

He seemed to be studying me, as if he was remembering every single inch of me, which almost made me want to squirm in my seat all on its own. Instead I coped with the situation by sitting completely and utterly...still.

"Can I get you something to drink, Grey?"

"No"

"Eat?"

"No"

he sat down his drink.

"You ate nothing at the restaurant, maybe something to eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

I watched as he lifted himself from the seat a few feet from me, and sat on the glass coffee table across from me, his beautiful brown eyes searching my own.

The question suddenly came into my head.

"Why?"

arched,

at the moment your not

small smile tugged on

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

felt my pulse

to tell me your last name, i'm going to assume that he told you not to say anything, I am curious as to why he would bring a girl, whom is not

weren't any babysitters available."

confused a little, "How do you

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

leaned in, his face inches from mine, he smelled of

"You're lying. devushka."

time and answers were limited, I

why don't we skip the formalities

chair. trying to

i really am his whore...what a waste of your time this

on me in a second, dragging me off the chair and pressing me to the wall

could just choke it out of you." he gave me a

as i gurgled

of you, right here. Right now. You don't

so using my free hand I gripped his,

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