The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 4

Sins POV:

I had just had my first encounter with her, and I already despised her.

She tried to shoot me, thank god for my theory of not having loaded guns in the room with a prisoner.

Here she lays, looking all innocent and calm when 10 minutes ago she was trying to kill us, and almost succeeded.

"I want everything on her, find out who she is, what she does. I want to know her friends and family, even her friends family, get me everything." I muttered

"I think we got her name" Slayer called out as he walked over carrying her still-wet leather jacket.

I looked over and found as he held a paper that was dripping with water, ink from the page was running down the sides.

"What's that?" I muttered.

"Don't know" he shrugged "but it says Grey Ravenwood on it, and I'm guessing that might be her...

"Get me everything you can on this Grey Ravenwood." I mumbled as I stared at the peacefully sleeping girl.

GREYS POV!!!!!

I awoke- my head was throbbing and pulsing even more than before.

I pulled my wrist and groaned to feel ice cold metal pressing against my arm.

Handcuffs? Really? Talk about 50 shades of grey...

"Grey Ravenwood..." A voice called out and I froze. They knew my name.

Shit oh just kill me.

"You've been a bad little girl."

"I-I just-" I was cut off.

"Shut up."

"What?"

"I said shut the fuck up." The voice muttered again.

I noticed he had a thick Russian accent that slipped off his tongue.

I turned my head to find the intimidatingly gorgeous guy.

His eyes were icy as they bore into me, I felt the sting of his glare.

"I want to know why I can't find anything on you, Is Grey Ravenwood your real name?"

I hesitated... And slowly nodded.

"Then why can't I find anything on you?"

"Maybe it's because I'm a nobody?" I suggested.

He laughed a laugh that lacked humor.

"I highly doubt that Ms. Ravenwood, now I'm going to state the facts here.

No one with your kind of skills is a nobody, you purposely stole the launch codes from the Russian man, and single handedly took out his team, you carry so many weapons it seems like your an entire artillery vehicle on its own. All of this and your expecting me to believe that your a no one? You were just caught at the wrong place at the wrong time?" He laughed "that is highly unlikely."

"Then tell me sir who do you think I am?" I shot back.

His lips turned upward "your a snippy little brat aren't you? I might not know who you are but I can find out, to be exact I will find out in two minutes. I was just giving you the option of being truthful. Too bad." He shrugged "your family will have to suffer."

I flinched at the mention of my family and pulled on the cuffs, he saw this sudden irritation as a sign, and his lips curled up Into a mock.

Suddenly the door flew open and one of the men I recognized from earlier stepped in.

He carried a Manila folder, he shot me a quick glance before he handed the folder to this doushe bag.

He took a seat across the bed from me and flashed me an evil look.

"Now" his eyes darkened "shall we begin?"

When I said nothing he began.

"Grey Ravenwood, age 19, daughter of Mary and Aleksandr Ravenwood who died in a gun fight 5 years ago" his eyes flickered up to mine showing no remorse. I felt the pain of my parents death lunge inside of me, I pushed it away and nodded my head to continue.

"Sister to Michael and Jake Ravenwood who were shot and killed last year." He continued.

A whimper threatened to escape my throat but I pushed it away.

"You started training at the 'agency' when your parents died 5 years ago, you quickly became the star agent, you never lost a fight, impeccable test scores, dead eye shooting range, a record of a 3 minute and 49 second mile time...."

His voice trailed off as he scanned the page.

Minutes passed by until he finally looked up at me, "your a CIA double agent?"

I swallowed, "kinda" NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

His eyes returned to their evil state, "they won't go looking for you, they never do."

I let out a humorless laugh "your right"

"Your CIA and you've been training since you were 14. I'm assuming that they didn't hire an idiot and I'm implying that when you threw the launch codes away, you got a look at them. You will tell me what they are. I know your friends miss Ravenwood, if you test me they will be harmed." And with that he was gone.

"What a fucking tool." I muttered.

"He's not all bad" a voice suddenly said and I felt my heart stopping.

"What?"

He came into view, he was tall and built with blonde hair and soft hazel eyes.

"I'm Slayer it's nice to meet you Miss Ravenwood, I know we'll be seeing a lot more if each other."