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 holding it

shrugged, I noticed that he was dressed in all black, wearing a tight black shirt, and looking like he was

to get it

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

Was all I

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

gave him a confused look, but then remembered how it looked; I'm in bed, fully dressed, having

over myself, and cleared my throat,

might be 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 and

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

awhile. Slayer seemed to be caught up in his own

to omertà?" I asked out of the blue, I mean I had been thinking about that lately,

to show all of his emotions, which at

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