The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

He pulled me into the car, anger all over his face.

"What the fuck happened? Where's Viktor?"

I shrugged "on his living room rug.

You know it's a really comfy rug, very nice." I gave him a wink.

His face morphed "you fucking knocked him out?!"

I held up my index finger and my thumb, "a little bit."

"How? Why? What happened?"

I explained everything that happened since he had left to get Vikor wine.

He slammed on the accelerator.

"Do you fucking know what you just did suka? He will come after you! God fucking dammit!!" He turned the wheel in a sharp corner.

I frowned, "we'll what was I suppose to do? Let him find out about me? Let him choke me to death?"

He shook his head deep in thought, "I know. I know."

the widow of the car door. That was the most of an apology

pulled up to the hotel, he opened the door and

Were leaving. Now." We walked into the room, "Slayer? Xavier?My seychas uyezzhayem!" (we're

out of his arm, "Leaving? What?

up with you, he won't leave you alone until he has you, and finds out what." He grabbed a black suitcase."And if he does find out

the bag at me, "Pack fast, suka. if you didn't knock him out

to me "Why do you want to help me? wouldn't it just be easier to give me to him, and be done with it?" I frowned at

." and he

bathroom into the bag, not looking to see what I threw in, he told me to pack fast, I think 2

a knock at the

sin

be

I said as I stood

pounding on the

was Viktor. "Open up or

I thought to myself. We? there was more

I

there was

I groaned, as I fell

as he carried me with