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.

threatened to form in my eye,

more than a year, I'm not

someone like

inside of my cheek

into the pillow

"Grey?" It was Xavier.

dying, come back later."

come up with a better

"I'm naked." I groaned.

flew open- not

"Darn." He muttered.

muttered as I took my face from the

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

almost

pursed my lips, "what? Nothing's the

bore

(Liar)

lip, "it's nothing. Just stupid girl stuff, even assassins have problems, you

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

me, snuggling himself in, he looked

grinning at this fully grown gorgeous man, curled in my

up into the bed next to him, making sure we weren't spooning or anything, I curled to the side and drifted off, "not

.

.

.

.

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

ice eyes stared at me, and they seemed

and explain yourself Suka." I frowned at him as I made an

my head and found am

he fell asleep

shit. This

This is exclusive content from Dramanovels.com. Please visit Dramanovels.com to support the author and the translation team!

Comments ()

0/255