The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

He was very good looking. Let's just keep it at that, not Sin kind of good looking, but good looking nevertheless. God screw these damn good looking Russian men.

He had white blonde locks, and dark looking eyes. His skin was pale and flawless, his tall frame and chiseled jaw line made me see where Sinister and him were related.

That jaw line can cut fucking diamonds.

He stood from his table to greet us.

"sem'ya. Cousin, it's been too long." His accent was thick and strong like Sin's, he was a bred Russian.

He shook Sin's hand, and his dark eyes flashed over to mine.

His eyes seemed to sieze me up, taking in every square inch of my body, drifting over the places where I really didn't want him to.

NO MÁS

He already gave me the creepy creepies.

"Well, now I see what all of the fuss was about, I mean, yebat' She's beautiful."

I nodded awkwardly, true he might be good looking, but nothing could makeup for how uncomfortable he made me.

It was kind of like the twilight stare, you know?

The whole 'make direct eye contact and fuck it because I'm horny as hell, but I'm going to try and be causal about it'

We sat at the table, Nikolai faced the two of us.

"So cousin tell me, what did this little beauty do to piss of the Italians?" He asked, his fingers pressed together, his face concentrated on me.

"Well um...you see...she kind of beat the living shit out of Viktor when he was coming on to her, and she knocked him

how can a girl of um...that size take on

to Sin, and he gave me a reassuring nod, "We

not "Okay" I gave him a sharp

eyes went wide, "Don't worry, you have my

for awhile, never breaking eye contact he suddenly let out a

with laughter, "I assume she doesn't need to be sworn in, considering that's what she's been doing all her life. So, wait tell me...what did Viktor's face look like when he found out you could kick

What. The. Shitting. Shit?

or yell, or go

and smiled, "Well, I suppose he

out another

was a dark- dark brown...so I assumed it was strong, "Well I must

"Yes."

took another sip

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probably by far the most weird dinners I have ever had, and I've had some

hotel was soft and quiet, probably because were driving in this

got drunk fast, that was almost unbelievably fast, and thank god for his body guards to

the lot and stepped