The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

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. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

He saw that I noticed and took his had back, grinning he said "you're good little girl, I'll give you that."

I gave him a sarcastic smile.

"Do you know where you are?" Xavier asked, with a deceiving grin.

I shrugged my shoulders and repositioned myself on the bed.

"No" I muttered.

"Guess" he challenged.

He was just trying to mess with me, get inside my head, so all I said was "no"

He shrugged as he stood up, "fine then, I guess you don't know."

I paused.

"It's not that I don't know, it's just that I don't see why that piece of information is relevant."

He cocked an eyebrow at me, internally challenging me.

I sighed "New York City."

His smile grew, "can't say I'm not impressed, how'd you know?"

I shrugged, "cars outside, they sound close and crowded, this hotel room is big, but I bet a man like your employer could get bigger, it's rare to find a big space in New York, but with all the car noises and yelling from outside it was only relevant to guess a place such as New York City. That shampoo bottle over there" I pointed across the room "has a fancy well known French label, but the "a" in the name brand is slanted and marked weird which gives me the impression that it's a fake, the only place I know that would hand out fake expensive label shampoo to their costumers is New Yorkers." I paused and gave another half shrug "its only logical."

Slayer and Xavier stood there in shock and disbelief.

"Were in New York City, you could have just said that." A voice muttered darkly from behind me.

I turned to face the gorgeous emo god, he shot me a menacing death glare.

What. The. Fück. Did. I. Do. Wrong.

Oh wait!!I know!!

His lip ring glinted in the hotel dim light, his dark locks were gorgeous and ruffled.

"My name is Sin Solvact...welcome to hell Miss Ravenwood."