The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 3

Grey's POV-

I woke up with a killer headache, my neck and arms throbbed while I practically felt my heart beat in my toes.

I groaned when suddenly I realized.

I'm not in my bed.

I'm not in my home.

Oh yeah that's right I was drugged and kidnaped last night.

All of a sudden a view of men came into sight, all staring at me.

Aye...

They were all very attractive, there were three of them, and I noticed they all had guns strapped to their belts.

"Oh fück." I muttered. What have I gotten myself into?

"You don't seem surprised." One of them muttered, he had light brown hair and green blue eyes, he like all the others had a big strong build.

"Should I be?" I mumbled.

I knew all what they were going to ask me, but I was usually the interrogator in these situations, not the one being interrogated.

"Who are you?" Another one asked.

"Is that relevant?" I shot back.

"How old are you?"

"Old enough"

"Did you see the numbers on that paper?"

I smiled innocently, "I'm sorry what paper?"

"This is no time for games little girl,

You could get killed now I'm going to ask politely. Who the fück are you?"

I like this little temper of his.

I pursed my lips "you really don't want to know."

A new voice suddenly erupted and I turned my head to see him.

He was tall, and handsome, with dark hair, pale bold skin, and a muscled figure.

His lip and ears were pierced with black and his eyes were blue and icy.

He was fûcking gorgeous.

And emo god.

"Then just shoot her. She's not worth it. Just a little high school brat."

What an assholè

"Excuse me sir I'm in college." the words had no effect on me and I was suddenly up and attacking one of the men who had pulled a gun on me. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I gripped his wrist and twisted until the gun was facing him, I then tore it out of his hands and hit him across the face. Hard.

"Oh yeah shoot me, wait no just kidding because I might return the favor." I mumbled.

Go me

And you should have seen the emo

Gods face- it was a mixture of impressment, anger, and amusement.

"I'm not one for games miss, so ether you tell us who you are, or we kill you. Simple as that." Mr. Gorgeous over there muttered coldly

I raised an eyebrow.

"And yet I have the gun? You shouldn't threaten me sir " I spat.

His blue eyes twinkled at the mention of someone seeming to threaten his order.

I've dealt with people like him; cocky, infuriating, and demeaning on those who challenge his stance, I knew how to play my limited cards.

"You are but a child, you have no idea who you are messing with love." His voice was cool and calm.

Love?

Hehe.

I didn't even think, I suddenly pulled the trigger to find but a simple click.

No bang. No boom. No no blood.

"W-what?" I muttered when suddenly I was grabbed.

I kicked and punched and used every ounce of my training and skill but it was no match when I was abruptly hit and rendered unconscious.

Why does this have to fücking happen to me?