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 asked

wearing a tight black shirt, and looking like he was about to go out

to get

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

all I

time, an almost

it looked; I'm in bed, fully dressed, having

over myself, and cleared my throat, "none

okay with him and Xavier, but it's not with me. Until you swear in to omertà,

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

only reason I had joined was to take down the people that killed my family, but we

for awhile. Slayer seemed to

omertà?" I asked out of the blue, I mean I had been thinking about that lately, i wasn't in the CIA, and if

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

um. That's a big deal.