The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 15

"Who were they?" I asked, once we were in the clear, and on the interstate.

"Italian Mafia, we've had our suspicions that Viktor has been working with them." He said gruffly, his eyes clouding over as if he had a lot on his mind.

I frowned, "But don't you have to be like 150% Italian to be in the mafia or something?"

He grimaces, "he is."

I frown. "What? How? I thought he was Russian!"

He sighes, his shoulders sagging, his blue eyes flashing. "We thought so too, he played us, used our information."

I could hear the venom in every word.

"Why does he want to like kill us so bad?" I asked.

He shrugged, "I guess you caught his eye or something...he likes a challenge, probably because he usually wins."

My blood froze, i was his new game. And he usually won.

His eyes flickered back over to me, "Grey he wont lay a hand on you, I wont let him."

I nodded, "Okay." I wasn't convinced.

He accelerated, I glanced down at the speedometer and saw he was going 103 in a 75.

"You know you'll get pulled over, right?"

He snickered, "Were still in New York, even though were not in the city. The Russian Mafia owns everyone in it, including police."

I stared out at the New York hillside, "Where are we going?"

"Miami."

like twenty hours

can count."

who can count to twenty, can also

"I Highly doubt that,

huffed, "You know you really could make a better name rather than a Russian term for

smile only increased, "And what would

don't know...how

pouted, "That's boring, I

fists, "You son of a

nice girls don't

my hand to punch

"No"

held up my hands,

tightly together, because I knew that if I didn't

to be in a car for twenty hours with a Russian mob boss, whom hates me? I hope you do realize that before we even get to the halfway point, one of us

twenty hours in a confined space isn't my

let me go? I can hold my own in the

you can't. consider it a favor that I keep you alive rather than putting

my lip, "You know I don't think you could do that, yeah I think you

his head,

do you keep doing

"Doing what?"

you couldn't be very much older

"I'm twenty-six."

I frowned

me are you, Grey?"

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