The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

I woke in my new room, darkness seeped into the room, and my stomach screamed for some nourishing. I missed good food, I missed Taco Bell, McDonalds, and cheesecake.

I would kill for an entire cheesecake right now,

I felt a small sting in my stomach, as I lifted my top up to reveal a clean white bandage.

All I could really remember from the pain was the smell of alcohol mixed with my metallic blood.

There was a knock on my door, hard and agitated, I assumed it was Sin, so rather than getting up and answering it, I slid back in and pretended to be asleep in all hopes of dodging a conversation.

Another loud knock, but was soon followed by the door smashing open.

I held in my urges to squint open my eyes, so I kept them perfectly still.

I sensed two presences in the room from the two dark shades under my eye lids.

"She should be up by now" Sin growled.

awfully pale." I heard

she's always

you've known her for

A pause.

rather than babysit a little girl, who doesn't seem to Want to wake up.

these men are pushy

"you know, I think you underestimate her, we all do. She's a lot stronger than we think, I mean what nineteen year old

fucking care, I just need

gave in and opened my eyes, "you Russians sure are flattering, my prince it is I,

shot me a

of me to

his eyes seemed darker, his midnight black hair was messy, but in a kind of gorgeous way. His skin was

that pale, creepy, vampire vibe is so attractive? It's definitely not. Well,

Team Edward. Forever.

"What?" He muttered.