The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 8

I was given a room, clothes, and toiletries.

The room was small, with a closet, bathroom, bed, and a small desk.

The clothes were ridiculously short, and tight as hell. If they think by "entertainment" that I'll be their own little stripper, then they are all fücking wrong.

There were a lot if clothes which had me under the impression that I'd be here a while.

I was also given plenty of makeup, a hair brush, and a tooth brush.

I showered, which felt amazing. After taking a healthy half hour shower, I pulled on a dark half tank, with ripped black shorts, and combat boots, I ran a brush though my long fiery red hair, and brushed my teeth till my gums almost bled.

Slayer and Xavier made it very clear earlier that I would have no contact with the outside world, so I was not permitted a 'device'.

I lay on the bed, pressing the back of my head roughly into the pillow I closed my eyes, and for the first time in a while...I relaxed.

I thought about my parents, and how if they were still alive, how much they'd be missing me.

I thought about my two older brothers, and the accident that had claimed they're life's so little ago...

"Whoa." A voice muttered.

My eyes flew open and I say up, staring at Slayers stupid face.

"Chert. Damn girl, you clean up nice." He muttered as his eyes traced over my body...slowly, as if he was remembering every inch.

No.

I crossed my hands over my chest, feeling awkward.

"What?"

He shook his head, his sandy hair falling into his eyes.

"Sin is having a questionare for you little suka. He wants you in the living room now."

I groaned, "don't tell me your going to start calling me a bitch, a suka. It's getting on my nerves."

He shrugged, "I don't really give a fück about what you say, now come out."

Salty little Russian.

He turned away, and I followed.

I came into a widely spaced living room and awkwardly sat across Sin, who's handsome face was at its usual glum sate.

Slayer joined us, along with Xavier, and they sat next to Sin.

It was me on one couch, facing three very menacing Russian Mafia mobsters.

"You will answer our questions, if you lie, we kill you." Sin muttered plainly, as if he had so many better things to do.

I raised my hands, "okay."

Slayer leaned forward "what ranking were you in the CIA? We couldn't get to see, your identity froze."

I pursed my lips, it had happned,I was now a nobody.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Twelve, number one ranking in our unit."

They didn't seem impressed.

"Have you ever killed someone before?"

"Of course, but not innocent people."

"Do you know Russian?"

I paused. I said nothing.

"Do. You. Know. Russian." Slayer repeated.

Sin leaned forward in his chair, watching me intently.

I held my breath. "Da"

"How?"

"My parents were Russian." I shrugged.

That seemed to bug Sin, something flashed across his face.

"My Dad mostly. My mom just spoke Russian, but my dad was full blooded Russian."

Sin finally spoke "what was your dad's name?"

"Aleksandr Volcoct"

All of their faces changed, slayer and Xaivers mouths dropped open.

"Y-your V-volcots girl?"

Wait what?

"You knew my father?"

"Before Sin...he was the Russian mob boss. He was our leader."

Shit