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 haven't

than a year, I'm

someone like Sinister

bit the inside of my

the pillow when there was a knock at

"Grey?" It was Xavier.

dying, come back later." I

come up with a better

"I'm naked." I groaned.

open- not

"Darn." He muttered.

took my face from the depths of the comforting

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

was almost cloaking

my lips, "what? Nothing's the

bore into

(Liar)

Just stupid girl stuff, even assassins have problems,

on the bed next to me, "yeah I know, but your not an assasin anymore. Now your just a little girl, involved with the Soviet and

under my covers next to me, snuggling himself in, he looked at me,

man, curled in my bed, and begging

next to him, making sure we weren't spooning or anything, I curled to the side and drifted off, "not tonight girlfriend." I mumbled

.

.

.

.

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

at me, and they seemed

yourself Suka." I frowned at him as I made

found

he fell asleep

This looked

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255