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

I'm not going to

someone like Sinister mother fucking

the inside of my cheek in

slammed my face back into the pillow when there was

"Grey?" It was Xavier.

later." I muttered through the

come up with a better

"I'm naked." I groaned.

door flew open- not to

"Darn." He muttered.

muttered as I took my face from the

a creep, I'm not so much an idiot. What's wrong?" He asked, in his low-almost

almost cloaking his

pursed my lips, "what? Nothing's

eyes bore into mine,

(Liar)

nothing. Just stupid

on the bed next to me, "yeah I know, but your not an assasin anymore. Now your

snuggling himself in, he looked at me,

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

me and curled up into the bed next to him, making sure we weren't

.

.

.

.

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

stared at me, and they seemed to be

I frowned at him as I made an attempt

and found am

asleep here last

shit. This

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