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"

He winced, but came charging at me.

This time I was too slow to move out of the way as he lifted me completely off the floor and slammed me into the wall.

I groaned as the wall made connection with my back, and all of my breath left me.

When it came to skill and a clean fight, i would probably win, but when it came to pure strength, I was at a total loss.

"You fight good shlyukha. You sure you're just another one of his sluts?"

I kicked him in the chest as he dropped me, darting to his other side I got into my fighting position, elbowing his massive stomach, i stepped on his foot, and swung him over my shoulder, using his own self as leverage.

He collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

"I'm not his whore." I spat at him as I pressed my two fingers into his neck, cutting the blood flow to his brain, and knocked him unconscious. A reminder, I didn't kill him, just merely knocked him out.

Reaching into his front pocket I retrieved his phone, scrolling through his contacts I found the only name I recognized.

it rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey, the slumber party ended a little soon, come pick me up."