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.

bed?" I asked with a

laughed, "I guess so, now get some

twice, the second my head hit the pillow I was out,

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awoke with a jolt of life, live someone

and it read 7:25, that's too

clothes from my bag that was set by the bed and

(unlike in NYC) and I came out of there smelling- and feeling,

black half-shirt, that showed my bony

my long red hair down, I hadn't realized that it had gotten so long. It nearly went all the way

walked out of the shower to see myself looking at

Fucking shit. He was a

was ripped beyond belief, his skin perfectly

stare on him he turned

I said as I walked past him and walked over to

feel his eyes burning into my back- and possibly my

was amazing, and beach front, though I knew the possibilities of us being able to go

age running around the beach, laughing and splashing each other with the water, even

all smiling, and 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

involved with the Russian and Italian Mafia, and the CIA. Great. I am the fartheat thing

view?" The all too farmiliar voice came from behind me. I turned

finally put on a tight black shirt, his eyes were more alert than last night, they're

going

morning. they're setting up cameras in the

see was Xavier, considering he

climbing down from a ladder...so I did the only thing logical in this moment of time. I jumped