The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 23

come on grey, get your shit together, he literally just told you that he doesn't care about you!

I was curled up in the bed, my door locked.

I was just another stupid girl, was I actually serious? Did I even think about liking him?!

He was in the Mafia.

Grey face it, he is the Mafia.

I have trained half my life learning how to kill people like him, and how to mentally degrade people like him.

I'm his fucking prisoner!

I'm thinking about actually liking my captor? I'm so fucking dumb.

I usually didn't even think about liking guys.

Sure there were boys at the academy that liked me and maybe I could have liked them too, but it was strictly against code to be 'with' anyone.

I had kissed boys too, it wasn't like I was all 'too innocent' I mean I was a Virgin? So I suppose I'm kinda innocent, but I was saving myself for someone special.

I flipped onto my stomach and screamed into my pillow, I refused to cry, but screaming was okay.

I think the last time I cried was last year when my brothers died, but going a year without crying? That's kinda big.

Also I didn't cry a single time in the academy, considering it was forbidden, but six years without crying? That's even bigger.

"Fuck!" I screamed into my pillow.

This was bad.

My life was fucked over, and pointless.

I have no family, no friends.

And a bunch of big ass Italians want to kidnap me. Just great.

in my eye, but I forced it down.

I'm not going to

someone like Sinister mother fucking

inside of

face back into the pillow when there was

"Grey?" It was Xavier.

later." I muttered

up with

"I'm naked." I groaned.

open-

"Darn." He muttered.

creep." I muttered as I took my face from

But as I am a creep, I'm not so much an idiot. What's wrong?" He asked, in

almost cloaking

pursed my lips, "what?

bore into

(Liar)

"it's nothing. Just stupid

not an assasin anymore. Now your just a little girl, involved with the Soviet and Italian

in, he looked at me, "alright, now I'm your best girl friend. So spill, what's

man, curled in my

weren't spooning or anything, I curled to the side and

.

.

.

.

Sin staring at me, he was standing at the foot of my bed. His hair was perfectly shaggy, dressed in his usual fancy

stared at me, and they seemed to be filled

at him as I made an attempt to get up when something stopped

and found am

asleep here

shit. This looked

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