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.

tear threatened to form in my eye, but I forced it down.

a year, I'm not

like Sinister mother

inside of my cheek in

the pillow when

"Grey?" It was Xavier.

dying, come back later."

better come up with

"I'm naked." I groaned.

door flew open- not

"Darn." He muttered.

such a creep." I muttered as I took my face from the depths

not so much an idiot. What's

was almost cloaking his English

pursed my lips, "what?

hazel eyes bore into

(Liar)

"it's nothing. Just stupid girl stuff,

lay 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

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

couldn't help from grinning at this fully grown gorgeous man, curled in my bed, and begging

to him, making sure we weren't spooning or anything, I curled to the side and drifted

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the foot of my bed. His hair was perfectly shaggy, dressed in his usual fancy

ice eyes stared at me, and they seemed to

the fuck up, and explain yourself Suka." I frowned at him as I made an

my head and found am arm laying across

he fell asleep here last

shit. This looked

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