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.

little girl, how did you manage a conversation in Russian

Oh shit.

looked up how to say it online.

back against the door, his huge figure almost taking up the entire

wasn't it like a requirement to learn

yeah but not Russian. I'm fluent in French, German, and Italian. When I was training, the curriculum didn't include me having to deal with the Russian

eyebrows shot up, he stood straight

have to have such a big

y-you... I j-just" I couldn't sputter anything out without

began to walk away "Izvinite.

door and

had the

barged around the room, searching for an escape, now that they knew I had information. They would never let me go, in fact they were probably going to kill

fucking hotel

against the door, to test how strong it was, maybe I

I heard

to the drawer and picked up the bible, at least it was

wants to-

face me, his hands

"A bible? Your kidding?"

it hurt you? So it kinda

rolled his eyes and grabbed the

Sin wants

see? He was going

"I'm busy." I muttered.

Reading a fucking bible?

he just called me a

going to kill

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

was serious, but his

but if he kills me,

wishing I had a

and scary, I timidly raised

Sins voice called

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