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.

did you manage a conversation in Russian

Oh shit.

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

against the door, his huge

it like a requirement

German, and Italian. When I was training, the curriculum didn't include me having to deal with

up, he stood straight "you

I have to have such a

y-you... I j-just" I couldn't sputter anything

away "Izvinite. Excuse me,

the door and locked

I had the

had information. They would never let me go,

there was nothing, just a fucking hotel bible (sorry

the door, to test how strong

heard voices and

the drawer and picked up the

to-

to face me, his hands pressed

"A bible? Your kidding?"

my teeth, "well it hurt you? So it

rolled his eyes and grabbed the

was saying, Sin wants

He was

"I'm busy." I muttered.

a fucking

98% sure he just called me

going to

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

but

if he kills me,

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

was big and scary, I timidly raised my

Sins voice

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