The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 17

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.

I

laughed, "I guess so,

doesn't need to tell me twice, the second my head hit the pillow I was out, sleep had officially, and

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jolt of life, live someone was

at the clock and

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

NYC) and I came out of there smelling- and feeling, like

black half-shirt, that showed my bony stomach, and

hadn't realized that it had

to see myself looking at the back

shit. He

belief, his skin

my stare on him he turned around, and

I said as I walked past

eyes burning into my back- and

possibilities of us being able to go the to beach were very

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

that I couldn't find a single unhappy person, and it made me wish that I was like them. That I could just go

happen, instead I'm involved with the Russian and Italian Mafia, and the CIA. Great. I am the fartheat thing

The all too farmiliar voice came from behind me.

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

going to be

got in early this morning. they're setting up cameras

considering he was the only one who had

climbing down from a ladder...so I did the only

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