The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

I was given a room, clothes, and toiletries.

The room was small, with a closet, bathroom, bed, and a small desk.

The clothes were ridiculously short, and tight as hell. If they think by "entertainment" that I'll be their own little stripper, then they are all fücking wrong.

There were a lot if clothes which had me under the impression that I'd be here a while.

I was also given plenty of makeup, a hair brush, and a tooth brush.

I showered, which felt amazing. After taking a healthy half hour shower, I pulled on a dark half tank, with ripped black shorts, and combat boots, I ran a brush though my long fiery red hair, and brushed my teeth till my gums almost bled.

Slayer and Xavier made it very clear earlier that I would have no contact with the outside world, so I was not permitted a 'device'.

I lay on the bed, pressing the back of my head roughly into the pillow I closed my eyes, and for the first time in a while...I relaxed.

I thought about my parents, and how if they were still alive, how much they'd be missing me.

I thought about my two older brothers, and the accident that had claimed they're life's so little ago...

"Whoa." A voice muttered.

My eyes flew open and I say up, staring at Slayers stupid face.

"Chert. Damn girl, you clean up nice." He muttered as his eyes traced over my body...slowly, as if he was remembering every inch.

No.

hands over my chest, feeling

"What?"

head, his sandy

is having a questionare for you little suka. He wants you in the living

me your going to start calling me a bitch, a suka. It's getting on

a fück

Salty little Russian.

away, and I

spaced living room and awkwardly sat across Sin,

along with Xavier, and they sat next to

on one couch, facing three very menacing

Sin muttered plainly,

raised my

you in the CIA? We couldn't get to

had happned,I was now

ranking in

They didn't seem impressed.

ever killed someone

course, but

"Do you know Russian?"

I said

You. Know. Russian."