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.

this for?" I

dressed in all black, wearing a tight

told me to get it for

his fucking name seemed to turn me on, and I sounded like a 14 year old freshman,

Was all I

the time to look at me this time, an almost smile formed on his lips, "you two have

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

sheets over myself, and cleared

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 mean I didn't exactly blame him, a couple months ago I was in the CIA, bred and

was to take down the people that

to be

I had been thinking about

eyebrows shot up, and he actually seemed to show all of his emotions, which at

his throat, "well um. That's a big