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.

I asked with a sleepy

"I guess so, now get some

doesn't need to tell me twice, the second my head hit the

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with a jolt of life, live someone was giving

the clock and it read 7:25, that's too

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

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

half-shirt, that showed my bony

on light makeup and combed my long red hair down, I hadn't realized that it had gotten so long. It nearly went all

shower to see myself looking at the back of

He

belief, his skin perfectly

feeling my stare on him he turned around, and looked

I walked past him and walked

eyes burning into my back- and

I knew the possibilities of us being able to

families, amd girls my age running around the beach, laughing and

as they were 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 nothing to worry

what's not going 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

voice came from behind me.

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

Xavier going to

early this morning. they're setting

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

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