The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 7

"vam luchshe imet' kristall gotov ... g. Solvact ne mirit'sya s opozdaniye, vy znayete, chto on delayet, kogda on serditsya ... da ... vy luchshe, do svidaniya"

I was so screwed.

I knew Russian, and I picked up a few bits a pieces from the conversation Xavier was having outside the door...he locked me in a room.

I heard:

"crystal"

And.

"You know what Mr. Solvact does when he doesn't get his way."

I assumed crystal as in crystal meth, and from what I've seen...I'm pretty sure I'm involved in the worst case sinario: these guys were in the Russian Mafia.

I pressed my ear closer to the door, straining to get every word when the door suddenly flew open, sending me falling through the opening.

"Shït" I muttered with a groan.

"You were listening weren't you?" He muttered as he ran a hand through his chocolate brown locks.

"Nada." I smiled at him.

He quirked an eyebrow at me, "that means nothing in Spanish."

"Oh." I shrugged and stood, brushing off my pant legs. "Well I'm a spy aren't I? You should expect me to be listening in."

"Former spy"

I winced, "don't remind me."

After all I knew it was to come, I had accepted the consequences that if one of my missions were to be compromised I would get burned, and I knew any day now my records would freeze, and I would become a nobody.

"Did you understand what we were saying?" He asked.

I pressed my lips, "not really" I lied, a little.

you manage a conversation in Russian with

Oh shit.

him to go fuck himself, and I looked up how to say it online. I'm a kid" I answered his confused look "yeah I do stupid

back against the door, his huge figure almost taking

you worked, wasn't it like

yeah but not Russian. I'm fluent in French, German, and Italian. When I

he stood straight "you

Why did I have to

couldn't sputter anything out without it sounding

to walk away "Izvinite. Excuse

shut the door

had the biggest

searching for an escape, now that they knew I had information. They would never let me go,

fucking hotel

fingers against the door, to test how strong it was, maybe I could break through

heard

drawer and picked up the bible, at least it

to- ow! Fuck!

his hands pressed

"A bible? Your kidding?"

"well it

his eyes and

wants

He was going

"I'm busy." I muttered.

a fucking bible?

just called

going to

you do. If I were him you just hit with a bible, he'd drown you in

serious, but his face

kills me, it's

slipped out of the room, wishing I had a bible, I walked to the room

and scary, I timidly raised my hand

Enter." Sins voice called

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