Chapter 9


    I was dumbfounded.


    My dad was the best person, so sweet and innocent, he always put others first...


    "How long ago was he murdered?"


    My heart ached at the thought of the call I had received 5 years ago.


    "Five years" I gulped.


    They began talking amongst themselves in Russian.


    Sucks for them that I understood everything, they were talking about my mother and fathers murder,


    and wondering if the murderer woulde after me next.


    This was annoying:


    "YA Govoryu na russkom vam idiotov. Ubiystvo bylo boleye pyati let nazad, nikakogo sposoba,


    kotorym kto ubil moikh roditeley khoteli by, chtoby ya umer. yesli oni khoteli menya ubit''. Zatem ya byl


    by mertv"


    I muttered in Russian coldly.


    (I speak Russian you idiots. the murder was over five years ago, there is no way that whoever killed my


    parents would want me dead. if the wanted me dead. then i would be dead)


    They stopped talking and looked at each other, sin was giving me his usual hateful re.


    "I thought you told us that you spoke a little Russian suka. That seems like a fucking lot of Russian for


    someone who barley knows it. How do we know that your not just a CIA assassin? You could be


    working for another mob, who knows you could be with another mafia all together!" Sin was raging


    mad, his handsome face was twisted with pure loathing.


    I shook my head, I had enough of his bull shit.


    "otvali. Fuck off, I wouldn''t be working with anymore mutts like you." I motioned to all of them "it''s the


    last thing I would do, so take that filthy mafia mouth of yours and shove it up your ass."


    He Lunged at me, and I mistook his size for his actual strength. He was bloody strong as he sharply


    grabbed my waist and began to drag me into his office.


    I buckled my knees and dropped to the ground in hope of my added weight, that it would falter his


    grasp.


    I was hopelessly wrong.


    Instead he roughly lifted my weight into his arms, his grip on my ribs that would surely bruise.


    Even with my training, I couldn''t fend this...this hulk off.


    "Let go!" I screamed.


    He seemed happy to oblige as my body was suddenly thrown onto his desk, I felt ss shards imbed


    themselves in my flesh from his desk decorations.


    I groaned and made a failed attempt to rise, but the ss seemed to further stick into my skin.


    It was my stomach where the most damage was done, the ss burned into my flesh.


    "Ow." Was all I could groan


    "get up suka." He spat, he was somewhere near me in the dimly lit office.


    "Kinda" I heaved "hard to do that"


    "You do not disrespect me, you little whore, I don''t give a fuck who you are, or what you can do. You


    have no Idea who your dealing with, so get some perspective in that little ass of yours and realize that I


    am someone who you do not fuck with."


    I said nothing, the pain in my stomach was all though unbearable, I realized that he could have killed


    me. He was seriously someone who I was going to try not to mess with.


    "Get up." He muttered.


    Slowly and clumsily I fell off the desk,nding on what felt like a million thumbtacks.


    "yebat''. What happened?" He asked, minimal concern filled his voice.


    I managed to lift myself up.


    "You have a mean throw Mr. Solvact, I encourage you to enter the MMA''s you know, almost murder


    someone your own size."


    His eyes trailed over to my shirt, that had a massive blood stain on it.


    He quickly raced over to a cab and pulled out a first aid box.


    Then with a sudden movement his calloused hands roughly lifted me up and onto a clear surface.


    "Take off your shirt." He muttered gruffly.


    "What?"


    "I said take off your fucking shirt, suka."


    I awkwardly obliged, I quickly raised my arms over my head. Pain shot though my but through gritted


    teeth I ignore the pain and removed my shirt.


    I was left in my ckced bra, my eyes trailed to where a thick slice of ss was sticking our of my


    stomach; just above my belly button.


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    Blood surrounded the gash, but it wasn''t as bad as I thought.


    Sin turned around and froze up when he saw me. His eyes trailed over my partially-nakedness, and I


    shifted awkwardly, motioning to the ss sticking out of me.


    His eyes suddenly "came back to reality" and he pressed a towel into my cut.


    "I''m going to take this out." He said motioning to the ss. "Don''t scream, just bite this" he said as he


    handed me a towel.


    "One, two" I took a breath "three"


    And holy fuck that hurt.