The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

We arrived at 3:30 in the morning, at the Acqualina resort in Miami.

My eyes were closing as Sin helped me out of the car, his arms gripping my forearm in a tight...almost protective hold.

"I'm tired." I mumbled.

He breathed out a chuckle as we walked into the lobby, "I know suka, just a little further."

"Don't...call me, that." I grumbled.

A middle aged woman greeted us at the front desk, and I did my very best to give the impression of a conscious human girl.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" She asked, rubbing her bright red lipstick covered lips together.

"Three rooms, presidential suite, and the two rooms on either side, thank you." He said as he re-adjusted his arm around me, normally I would have swatted his arms away, but I was just too damn tired.

"Of course, and what name shall these rooms be under?"

"Solvact."

Her eyes widened, I guess his name was well known or something.

"Yes Mr. Solvact, and please Welcome to Miami, it's great to have you back." She bowed her head and slumped a little lower as she handed him three different envelopes filled with room keys.

The lobby was decorated an aqua color, with this cool under water theme, I noticed.

Sin practically carried me upstairs and into the room, which I assumed was the presidential suite. He lifted me off the ground to lay me on the bed.

"You got me the presidential suite, just for me? Your so sweet." I mumbled in a groggy tone.

He turned to me, a smirk plastered on his devastatingly handsome face, "That's cute Suka, this suite is for us. The ones next to us are for Slayer and Xavier. I need to keep my eye on you."

I groaned but didn't argue, I didn't quite have it in me.

this my bed?" I asked with a sleepy

"I guess so, now

need to tell me twice, the second my head hit the pillow I was out, sleep had

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jolt of life, live someone was giving me CPR,

looked over at the clock and it read

grabbed some clothes from my bag that was set by the bed and took a sweet

had real name brands (unlike in NYC) and I came out

dressed in a black half-shirt, that showed my bony stomach, and a pair of black

hair down, I hadn't realized that it had gotten so

myself looking at the

Fucking shit. He was a sexy

beyond belief, his skin

stare on him he

as I walked past him and walked over to

feel his eyes burning into my back- and possibly my

though I knew the possibilities of us being able to go the to beach were

watched as I saw families, amd girls my age running around the beach, laughing and splashing each

realized that I couldn't find a single unhappy person, and it made me wish that I was like them. That I could just go down there with my nonexistent friends and have the time of my life, with nothing to

to happen, instead I'm involved with the Russian and Italian Mafia, and the CIA. Great. I am the fartheat thing from those happy people on the

farmiliar voice came from behind me. I turned

finally put on a tight black shirt, his eyes were more alert than

Xavier going to be here?"

early this morning. they're

he was the only one

from a ladder...so I did the only thing logical in this