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.

I looked up how to say it online. I'm a kid" I answered his confused look "yeah I do stupid

his back against the door, his

you worked, wasn't it like a requirement

Russian. I'm fluent in French, German, and Italian. When I was training, the curriculum didn't

eyebrows shot up, he stood straight "you

Why did I have to have such a big

sputter anything out without

walk away "Izvinite. Excuse me, I'll

the door and

I had the

information. They would never let me go, in fact

nothing, just a fucking hotel bible (sorry to you Christians if

against the door, to test how

I heard voices

ran over to the drawer and picked up the

wants to-

me, his hands pressed to his

"A bible? Your kidding?"

clenched my teeth, "well it hurt

rolled his eyes and grabbed the bible

Sin wants to talk to you.

He was going

"I'm busy." I muttered.

Reading a fucking bible?

sure he just called me a

he going

shrugged, "depends on what you say and what you do. If I were him you just hit with a bible, he'd drown you in fucking holy water.

but his face was

but if he kills me,

room, wishing I had a

I timidly raised

Enter." Sins voice called

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