The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

I was dumbfounded.

My dad was the best person, so sweet and innocent, he always put others first...

"How long ago was he murdered?"

My heart ached at the thought of the call I had received 5 years ago.

"Five years" I gulped.

They began talking amongst themselves in Russian.

Sucks for them that I understood everything, they were talking about my mother and fathers murder, and wondering if the murderer would come after me next.

This was annoying:

"YA Govoryu na russkom vam idiotov. Ubiystvo bylo boleye pyati let nazad, net nikakogo sposoba, kotorym kto ubil moikh roditeley khoteli by, chtoby ya umer. yesli oni khoteli menya ubit'. Zatem ya byl by mertv"

I muttered in Russian coldly.

(I speak Russian you idiots. the murder was over five years ago, there is no way that whoever killed my parents would want me dead. if the wanted me dead. then i would be dead)

They stopped talking and looked at each other, sin was giving me his usual hateful glare.

"I thought you told us that you spoke a little Russian suka. That seems like a fucking lot of Russian for someone who barley knows it. How do we know that your not just a CIA assassin? You could be working for another mob, who knows you could be with another mafia all together!" Sin was raging mad, his handsome face was twisted with pure loathing.

my head, I had enough of

them "it's the last thing I would do, so take that filthy mafia mouth of yours and shove it up

size for his actual strength. He was bloody strong as he sharply grabbed my waist and began to drag

the ground in hope of my added weight, that it would falter

I was hopelessly wrong.

weight into his arms, his grip on

training, I couldn't fend

"Let go!" I screamed.

onto his desk, I felt glass shards imbed themselves in my flesh

but the glass

where the most damage was done, the glass burned

all I could

suka." He spat, he was somewhere near me in the dimly

heaved "hard to

me, you little whore, I don't give a fuck who you are, or what you can do. You have no Idea who your dealing with, so get some perspective in that little ass of yours and realize that I am someone who you do not fuck

in my stomach was all though unbearable, I realized that he could have killed me. He was seriously someone who I was

"Get up." He muttered.

I fell off the desk, landing

He asked, minimal

managed to lift myself

to enter the MMA's you know,