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.

I asked holding

a tight black shirt, and looking like he was

told me to get it for

I sounded like a 14 year old freshman, rather than a 19 year old

Was all

time, an almost smile formed on his lips, "you two have fun

but then remembered how it looked; I'm in bed,

pulled the sheets over myself, and cleared my

him and Xavier, but it's not with me. Until you swear in to omertà, your not one of us, contrary to

him, a couple months ago

only reason I had joined was to take down the people that killed

seemed to

asked out of the blue, I mean I had been thinking about that lately,

all

um. That's a big