The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

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

more than a year, I'm not going to

over someone like Sinister mother

inside of

face back into the pillow when there was a knock at

"Grey?" It was Xavier.

back later." I muttered

better come up with a

"I'm naked." I groaned.

open-

"Darn." He muttered.

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

not so much an idiot. What's wrong?" He asked, in

accent was almost cloaking

pursed my lips,

eyes bore

(Liar)

Just stupid girl stuff, even assassins

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 Italian mafia." He

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

help from grinning at this fully grown gorgeous man, curled in

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

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of my bed. His hair was perfectly shaggy, dressed in

ice eyes stared at me, and they seemed

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

my head and found am arm laying across

fell asleep here last

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