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

"What?"

head, his sandy hair

questionare for you little suka. He wants you

groaned, "don't tell me your going to start calling me a bitch, a suka.

shrugged, "I don't really give a fück about

Salty little Russian.

turned away, and

and awkwardly sat across Sin, who's handsome

Xavier, and they

on one couch, facing

answer our questions, if you lie, we kill you." Sin

raised my

in the CIA? We couldn't

had

number one ranking in

They didn't seem impressed.

ever killed someone

but not

"Do you know Russian?"

I

Know. Russian."