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.

I had enough of his

anymore mutts like you." I motioned to all of them "it's the last thing I would do, so take that filthy mafia mouth of yours and shove it up

He was bloody strong as he sharply grabbed my waist

the ground in hope

I was hopelessly wrong.

he roughly lifted my weight into his arms, his grip

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

"Let go!" I screamed.

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

and made a failed attempt to rise, but the

the most damage was done, the glass burned into

Was all

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

heaved "hard to

Idea who your dealing with, so get some perspective in that little ass of yours and realize that I am someone

nothing, the pain in my stomach was all though unbearable, I realized that he could have killed me. He was seriously someone who I was going to try not to

"Get up." He muttered.

and clumsily I fell off the desk, landing on what felt like a million

asked, minimal concern filled

managed to

mean throw Mr. Solvact, I encourage you to enter the MMA's you