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.

sick? She's awfully pale."

she's always

known her

A pause.

rather than babysit a little girl,

men are pushy as

suddenly said "you know, I think you underestimate her, we all do. She's a lot stronger than we

Don't fucking care, I

"you Russians sure are flattering, my prince it

me a

cringey of me to say. I am literally the

hair was messy, but in a kind of gorgeous way. His skin

WHY, do I think that pale, creepy, vampire vibe is so attractive? It's definitely not. Well, actually it

Team Edward. Forever.

"What?" He muttered.