The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 16

We drove until dark, in complete silence.

I mean I guess it shouldn't have bugged me that he didn't even attempt conversation, because in his point of view, I'm a big annoying liability. But it did bug me, and I hate myself for letting it get to me

I kept stealing glances at him, looking his face to see if there was anything there.

Any fatigue from driving sixteen hours, or any signs of hunger. But there was nothing.

I was starving, at it was annoying me that he couldn't pull over for just fifteen minutes to get a bite to eat.

My stomach growled, and he chuckled; the first sound I had heard come from him for the past hours.

"Guess we should get food, right?" He asked, his eyes going to mine.

I rolled my eyes, "You think?"

We stopped outside of a shinny late night dinner, and walked inside.

A woman greeted us, she looked to be in her late twenties; With a short fake blonde pixi cut, wild amounts of makeup all over her face, and clothes that a hooter girl should wear.

He eyes siezed up Sin, her lips curling into some sort of a sick horny smile.

"Hi" She flushed, "Do you and your...sister need a table?" she flashed me a not so innocent smile.

I was about to lung at her when Sin gripped my wrist tightly, my eyes flickered over to his and he gave me a warning look.

So instead I decided to handle this...situation, Verbally, not physically.

"Are you fucking blind or something? Do we even look similar? I think all that shit on your face finally went to your head. Do something useful with yourself and get us a table."

oops.

Her face blushed deep crimson, "Feisty little girl, huh? Did you just pick her up from her middle school dance, or something?" She asked with a grin, motioning to my dress that I had completely forgotten about.

can see my

fucking son of a bi-" She was cut off my

us a

gotten redder, and I was

on Sin, it wasn't like I liked him or anything, I mean come on.

booth and an old man grabbed our orders, probably because

said without looking up from

to me,

said with

brows rose as the

twenty-one."

count to twenty-one? No fair you

stared at me, his icy blue eyes stabbing mine, his

shouldn't drink your

"I'm almost

muttered as he looked back

I kicked him.

waiter came back over with two Bud

bread rolls, chicken fingers, macaroni

in a matter of

an amused smile, "If you eat so much, then how are you

reason I ate so much is because

He shrugged, "Oops."

I spat

for a few minutes, me with my look of hate, and his with that

go." I said,

grabbed my wrist, "No, this

at his massive

sat down, "Don't touch

let go, "I want to get to know you

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