The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

"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."

frowned, "That's like twenty

count." His

Sarccastic, this first grader who can count to twenty, can also kick

grinned, "I Highly doubt

"You know you really could make a better

increased, "And what would I

don't

I like Suka...it suits

clenched my fists, "You son

one, nice

my hand to punch

"No"

held up my

knew that if I didn't I would punch him in that

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 will probably be dead. My money's on

"Trust me little girl. being with you for twenty hours in a confined space

go? I can hold my own in the big bad

consider it a favor that I keep you alive rather than putting a bullet in your

that, yeah I think you like me.

head, "You wish,

know why do you keep

"Doing what?"

me a little girl, you couldn't be

"I'm twenty-six."

nothing, actually its legal." I frowned

me are you, Grey?" His lips curled in