The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 24

I shoved a gun into my waist band, I almost jumped at how cold the metal was against my skin, and then again I realized how long it had been since I had a gun in my waistband.

Jesus these Mafia Scum are really fucking up my brain, if they weren't so damn good looking, and sexy as hell...I probably would have left by now.

Screw my hormones.

I was just done with Sins bullshit, he can't tell me that he doesn't care about me, and then get mad when I'm with someone else. I wasn't even "with" Xavier, we just fell asleep.

Bi-polar little fucker.

I wasn't running away or anything, I just needed a breather.

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Getting out would be a problem, I was in my room, and sinister was in his.

I know that might not seem like a huge deal, but if he had happened to be awake, and caught me....a 200 pound man against a 110 pound girl...the odds aren't even.

I pulled my long red hair into a high pony tail, pulling it tight I slipped out of my room.

It was dark and still.

The only light came from the bright red numbers on the microwave reading 2:15 a.m.

Tiptoeing across the open floor board I came across the door and gave a pull. Locked.

Dick. Fuck. Shit. Ass. Damn. Fuckk!!!

Okay okay get your shit together. He probably just set the keys down on the table or...Something.

I walked over to the kitchen counter and table, and flipped through papers- hoping that he had just set it down, but there was nothing.

Just bills for warehouses and electricity.

Reluctantly I reached my last resort-Sin had the keys.

I walked over to his room, and almost forgot what my purpose was for wanting the keys actually was.

I needed the keys to open the door. And I needed the doors open to go for a walk.

I sighed. That sounded stupid in my head, i couldn't imagine having to explain if i was to get caught.

It all just looked like I was trying to escape, and i mean I guess i was.

I needed to leave these Mafia men, i mean this was all practically my fault. I would get them all killed if the Italians found out that they were hiding a burned CIA assassin.

Okay I thought to myself change of plans, my simple late night (or early morning) walk is going to turn into an escape attempt.

I took a deep breath as I turned the knob to his room, the door let out a small creak and I winced at the fear of getting caught.

I slipped inside the small opening into his room. He was there in all his sleeping glory...shirtless.

His dark hair was a gorgeous mess, his abs hidden under the blankets. His lips were parted slightly in sleep.

I sighed as I looked over to his dresser for a set of keys, when I suddenly spotted them, on the side table right next to him.

I took a few small steps until I hovered over the table.

With one quick move I swiped the keys, pressing the cool metal into my palm.

Taking one quick look to him I spun on my heels and began making my way to the door.

Shoving the keys into the door I jolted it open, and took a step out when suddenly I felt a firm arm wrap around my waist.

Dragging me back into the room, I looked and saw Sin as he practically threw me on the couch.

Without a moments thought, I pulled out the gun and pointed it at him.

He stood there, an amused look spread on his face, his messy dark hair, and that dark shadows on his face made him look like a sexy demon.

"C'mon Suka, we've been though this, this isn't the first time you've pulled a gun on me."

I frowned and cocked it, "I'm leaving. A-And If you try to stop me I'll shoot you."

He put his hands up and shrugged, "why do you want to leave?"

"Because I'm a prisoner! I just want to go home!"

He put his hands down. "You don't have a home suka. Trust me if you leave, you won't like what you see. Right now with me here your looking at a high survival rate, without me then it's fucking low. I don't care about you suka, but I don't want you to cause trouble for me."

I shook the gun as I felt the anger boil inside of me, "if you don't care about me, then why didn't you just kill me? Why did you save me in the river? Why did you help me?"

His blue eyes flashed with rage, "I don't fucking know, but you know what. Right now I'm regretting it."

A switch seemed to flip in my head, and suddenly I had enough.

"Fine I'll save you the privilege, and have someone else do it for me."

He frowned and took a step towards me, but I was already gone.

I left.

Hey Italians, here comes one pissed off Russian assassin.