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.

crossed my hands over

"What?"

his sandy hair

is having a questionare for you little suka.

to start calling me a bitch, a

a fück about what you say, now

Salty little Russian.

away, and I

widely spaced living room and awkwardly sat across Sin, who's handsome face was at

joined us, along with Xavier, and they sat next

was me on one couch, facing three very menacing

questions, if you lie, we kill you." Sin muttered plainly, as

raised my

in the CIA? We couldn't get to see,

lips, it had

ranking in

They didn't seem impressed.

you ever killed

course, but not innocent

"Do you know Russian?"

I said

You. Know.