The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance novel Chapter 7

"vam luchshe imet' kristall gotov ... g. Solvact ne mirit'sya s opozdaniye, vy znayete, chto on delayet, kogda on serditsya ... da ... vy luchshe, do svidaniya"

I was so screwed.

I knew Russian, and I picked up a few bits a pieces from the conversation Xavier was having outside the door...he locked me in a room.

I heard:

"crystal"

And.

"You know what Mr. Solvact does when he doesn't get his way."

I assumed crystal as in crystal meth, and from what I've seen...I'm pretty sure I'm involved in the worst case sinario: these guys were in the Russian Mafia.

I pressed my ear closer to the door, straining to get every word when the door suddenly flew open, sending me falling through the opening.

"Shït" I muttered with a groan.

"You were listening weren't you?" He muttered as he ran a hand through his chocolate brown locks.

"Nada." I smiled at him.

He quirked an eyebrow at me, "that means nothing in Spanish."

"Oh." I shrugged and stood, brushing off my pant legs. "Well I'm a spy aren't I? You should expect me to be listening in."

"Former spy"

I winced, "don't remind me."

After all I knew it was to come, I had accepted the consequences that if one of my missions were to be compromised I would get burned, and I knew any day now my records would freeze, and I would become a nobody.

"Did you understand what we were saying?" He asked.

I pressed my lips, "not really" I lied, a little.

"Then tell me little girl, how did you manage a conversation in Russian with Sin?"

Oh shit.

"Well...I told him to go fuck himself, and I looked up how to say it online. I'm a kid" I answered his confused look "yeah I do stupid shit."

He pressed his back against the door, his huge figure almost taking up the entire frame.

"Wait, where you worked, wasn't it like a requirement to learn languages?"

"Well, yeah but not Russian. I'm fluent in French, German, and Italian. When I was training, the curriculum didn't include me having to deal with the Russian mafia."

His eyebrows shot up, he stood straight "you know were in the Mafia?"

Damnit. Why did I have to have such a big mouth?

"Um...well, y-you... I j-just" I couldn't sputter anything out without it sounding wrong.

He began to walk away "Izvinite. Excuse me, I'll be right back."

He shut the door and locked it.

Dammit I had the biggest fücking mouth.

I barged around the room, searching for an escape, now that they knew I had information. They would never let me go, in fact they were probably going to kill me.

I pushed past the drawers, there was nothing, just a fucking hotel bible (sorry to you Christians if I sound disrespectful).

I pressed my fingers against the door, to test how strong it was, maybe I could break through it.

Just then I heard voices and I panicked.

I ran over to the drawer and picked up the bible, at least it was something to hit them with.

"Grey, Sin wants to- ow! Fuck! yebat'!"