The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance novel Chapter 5

"Will we now?" I muttered.

His hazel eyes glimmered as he smiled, "I'd like to think so, here let's get those off of you."

He said with a half smile, motioning to my handcuffs.

"Oh I can get them off." I said with a smile.

His smile widened, "can you now?"

I shrugged, after all it was true.

With one swift motion I turned my wrists inward and pulled, the trick ethier broke both your wrists, or freed you, thankfully I was free.

I handed him the cuffs with a victorious smile.

"You have got to show me that." He said as he held the cuffs in front of him, like they held the key to the world. I noticed that he too had a thick Russian accent.

I shrugged, "maybe sometime."

"Are you hungry?" He asked with a small smile.

My stomach screamed yes, but I ignored it.

"No"

The first thing about interrogation was to offer them food, if you take it then you trust them, or that's how they'll see it. I absolutely do not trust them.

"Got have to put some meat on those thin bones of yours" a voice called out.

Did he just call me thin? Awh I blush.

I turned to see a man, the one I had seen before with light brown hair and beautiful green eyes.

"Nah I'm good." I muttered.

"I'm Xavier." He introduced himself.

He stuck his hand out, and I timidly grasped it, tugging on his arm I caught the glimpse of a tattoo, the tattoo of a mafia member....

Holy fücking shit.