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,

not one of his whores, and at the moment your not trying to

tugged on

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

felt my

name, i'm going to assume that he told you not to say anything, I am curious as to why he

weren't any babysitters

a little, "How

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

face inches from

"You're lying. devushka."

answers were limited, I

know it. so why don't we skip the formalities and

in the chair. trying to play

his whore...what a waste of your

chair and

choke it out of you."

as i gurgled and choked, trying to find my

right here. Right now. You don't know how

this bullshit, so using my free hand I

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