The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance novel Chapter 13

I sat in his living room, my hands roughly gripping each other, so hard my knuckles cracked.

My legs were tightly crossed into a stiff and uncomfortable position, because that was the exact position i was in.

Viktor sat across me, drink in hand, staring at me.

He seemed to be studying me, as if he was remembering every single inch of me, which almost made me want to squirm in my seat all on its own. Instead I coped with the situation by sitting completely and utterly...still.

"Can I get you something to drink, Grey?"

"No"

"Eat?"

"No"

he sat down his drink.

"You ate nothing at the restaurant, maybe something to eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

I watched as he lifted himself from the seat a few feet from me, and sat on the glass coffee table across from me, his beautiful brown eyes searching my own.

The question suddenly came into my head.

"Why?"

His eyebrows arched, "Why what?"

"You know i'm probably not one of his whores, and at the moment your not trying to rape me...so why bring me here?"

a small smile tugged on his lips, "I'm curious, Grey."

"About what?" I frowned.

"You."

I felt my pulse quicken.

"Sin refuses to tell me your last name, i'm going to assume that he told you not to say anything, I am curious as to why he would bring a girl, whom is not a whore...out."

"Probably because there weren't any babysitters available." I muttered lowly.

His expression confused a little, "How do you know Russian?"

"I told you, Highschool."

"Is that so?"

I gulped. "Yep"