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,

his whores, and at the moment your not trying to rape me...so why bring

on his lips, "I'm curious,

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

my

refuses 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 a

there weren't any

confused a little, "How do you know

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"

inches from mine, he

"You're lying. devushka."

were limited,

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

back in the chair. trying

of your time this must have

chair and pressing me to the wall by

just choke it out of

my ear as i gurgled and

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

had enough of this bullshit, so using my free hand I gripped his, pressing hard on his pressure point in

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