The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance novel Chapter 31

The second that I saw him I froze, my whole body telling me to run or something. But then the more abrasive side of me told me to use my long endured skills and attack.

I'm a pretty abrasive person.

He stood there smiling at me, his pale skin and chiseled looks wandered me appreciatively.

"talk? You son of a fu-" I started.

He was on me in an instant, his hands covering my mouth, as he shushed me.

I was about to beat the living hell out of him, but curious got the better of me. I was desperately wanting to know what he wanted.

He smiled, knowing that he had gotten my attention, and let go.

"What the fuck do you want?" I said, my voice hissing.

His mischievous eyes twinkle, and he gave me a bleached white smile.

"Hush little girl, you wouldn't want to alert your...friends." His voice was slow and steady.

You're. A. Fucking. Prîck.