The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

The last thing you want to have happen to you is to be woken up when your in a deep sleep- but what's even worse, is someone waking you up from a deep sleep, by chucking a gun at you.

I was dreaming about those "Zoopals" paper plates that are shaped like animals, and that dumb ass song that they sing in those god awful commercials.

When all of a sudden something smashes the bed post next to me, my eyes shot open and I flung up with a rush of frightened adrenaline.

"What the fuck?" I yelled as I saw a bored looking Slayer.

His blonde hair slick and shiny, his pasty skin reflected the bright light from outside.

"What?" He scowled at me, almost as if I was the one whom had thrown a fucking gun at him.

I sat up, and grabbed the gun from the side of the bed, it was a Smith and Wesson Model 27 Magnum With a .357 caliber magnum.

I frowned at the heavy duty and clearly mafia used gun. When we were in class training at the CIA we spent half of the time

Training in classrooms on how to identify mafia guns that certain unidentified mafia members would use.

for?" I asked holding it

dressed in all black, wearing a tight black shirt, and looking like he was

told me to get it

to turn me on, and I sounded like a 14 year old freshman, rather than a 19

all I

this time, an almost

looked; I'm in bed, fully dressed, having probably sex hair, and

over myself, and cleared my

who you are and how close your getting with Sin, might be okay with him and Xavier, but it's not with me. Until you swear in to omertà, your not one of us, contrary to what they think..." His eyes stabbed mine, they were pale, and almost intimidating, "I still consider

didn't exactly blame him, a couple months ago I was

I had joined was to take down the people that killed my family, but we never

for awhile. Slayer seemed to be caught up in

the blue, I mean I had been thinking about that lately, i wasn't in the CIA, and if

all

"well um. That's