The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 15

"Who were they?" I asked, once we were in the clear, and on the interstate.

"Italian Mafia, we've had our suspicions that Viktor has been working with them." He said gruffly, his eyes clouding over as if he had a lot on his mind.

I frowned, "But don't you have to be like 150% Italian to be in the mafia or something?"

He grimaces, "he is."

I frown. "What? How? I thought he was Russian!"

He sighes, his shoulders sagging, his blue eyes flashing. "We thought so too, he played us, used our information."

I could hear the venom in every word.

"Why does he want to like kill us so bad?" I asked.

He shrugged, "I guess you caught his eye or something...he likes a challenge, probably because he usually wins."

My blood froze, i was his new game. And he usually won.

His eyes flickered back over to me, "Grey he wont lay a hand on you, I wont let him."

I nodded, "Okay." I wasn't convinced.

He accelerated, I glanced down at the speedometer and saw he was going 103 in a 75.

"You know you'll get pulled over, right?"

He snickered, "Were still in New York, even though were not in the city. The Russian Mafia owns everyone in it, including police."

I stared out at the New York hillside, "Where are we going?"

"Miami."

I frowned, "That's like twenty hours away."

"Great work. you can count." His voice laced in sarcasm.

"Easy there Mr. Sarccastic, this first grader who can count to twenty, can also kick your ass."

He grinned, "I Highly doubt that, Suka."

I huffed, "You know you really could make a better name rather than a Russian term for bitch."

Hid smile only increased, "And what would I call you?"

"Hmm, I don't know...how about Grey?!"

He pouted, "That's boring, I like Suka...it suits you."

I clenched my fists, "You son of a fu-"

"Careful little one, nice girls don't curse."

I raised my hand to punch him.

"No"

I held up my hands, "Woof."

I folded my hands into my lap, pressing them tightly together, because I knew that if I didn't I would punch him in that cocky gorgeous face of his.

"So why do I have to be in a car for twenty hours with a Russian mob boss, whom hates me? I hope you do realize that before we even get to the halfway point, one of us will probably be dead. My money's on you."

He chuckled, "Trust me little girl. being with you for twenty hours in a confined space isn't my idea of a good time either."

"Then why not let me go? I can hold my own in the big bad world."

"I have no doubt that you can't. consider it a favor that I keep you alive rather than putting a bullet in your pretty little face."

I bit my lip, "You know I don't think you could do that, yeah I think you like me. I've gotten to the heart of the ruthless Sinister Solvact."

He shook his head, "You wish, little girl."

"You know why do you keep doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Calling me a little girl, you couldn't be very much older than I."

"I'm twenty-six."

"You see? Seven years is nothing, actually its legal." I frowned and covered my mouth. That came out so wrong.

"Planning to fuck me are you, Grey?" His lips curled in amusment.

"No, Fuck. That came out bad."

"Really bad." He corrected.

"Yes, it came out really bad, my point was you are not very much older than I am."

He waved it off, "Your fine, and anyways, if you ever do want to fuck. Give me a call." He winked at me.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm sure you have plenty of other prettier, sexier prostitues to

have your own selfish way with."

"Not prettier, you have a head start on that one, they might be more...experienced." His eyes flickered over to me "But i'd rather fuck you."

"How charming, a filthy mob boss wants to fuck me. Check that off my bucket list."

He made a gruff noise. Then it came to me.

"Wait what? Did the Sinister just call me...what was that? prettier than his high class prostitutes? wow I cant wait to tell all of my friends!"

"You don't have friends, Suka."

"I did. At the academy."

"Oh great, little high-school ninja's." He muttered gruffly

"Jealous that you didn't get high class training?" I teased.

"Nope. At least I could become a great fighter, without a bunch of pussy ass fucktards teaching me my entire life." He shrugged and gave me a painstakingly gorgeous smirk.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"I have yet to see your so called 'great fighting skills' " I made air quotes, "In action."

His smile deepened and his eye glistened "Trust me, suka. You will"