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.

this my bed?" I asked with a

guess so, now get

twice, the second my head hit the pillow I was out, sleep had officially, and finally...consumed

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live someone was giving me CPR,

at the clock and it read 7:25,

from my bag that was set by the bed and took a

I came out of there smelling- and feeling, like a

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

on light makeup and combed my long red hair down, I hadn't realized that it

see myself looking at the back of

Fucking shit. He was a

was ripped beyond belief, his skin

he turned

as I walked past him and walked over

feel his eyes burning into my back- and possibly my

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

amd girls my age running around the beach, laughing

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

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. I turned and smiled, "It's really

tight black shirt, his eyes were more alert than last night, they're ice blue was

Xavier going to be here?"

in early this morning. they're

was happy to see was Xavier, considering he was the only one who had

I did the only thing logical

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