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.

shook my head, I had

all of them "it's the last thing I would do, so take that filthy mafia mouth of

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

hope of my added weight, that it would falter his

I was hopelessly wrong.

lifted my weight into his arms, his grip on my ribs that would surely

my training, I couldn't fend this...this hulk

"Let go!" I screamed.

as my body was suddenly thrown onto his desk, I felt glass shards imbed themselves in

rise, but the glass seemed to further stick

my stomach where the most damage was done, the

all I could

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

"hard to

are, or what you can do. You have no Idea who your dealing with, so get some perspective in

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

"Get up." He muttered.

and clumsily I fell off the desk, landing on

He asked, minimal concern

to

throw Mr. Solvact, I encourage you to enter the MMA's you know, almost murder someone