I Am Not A Prostitute: Mafia Romance

I Am Not A Prostitute: Mafia Romance

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alekseixx By alekseixx Updated Nov 24

Warning: Mature Audiences Only!! 
-Strong Sexual Content
-R-rated language 
-Adult situation


"How much?"

I frowned at the shadowed man, in an expensive looking car. 

"Excuse me? I don't understand..." realization dawned on me, as I looked at my skimpy club attire.

I raised my hands, "I-I'm not a prostitute." 

I felt his dark eyes analyzing me and suddenly I was aware of the situation. I began backing up, as panic washed through me.

"Get in the car." His growl came, and with that, I turned on my heels and ran.


  Calla Levkin didn't want to go out clubbing for her 18th birthday. 

She didn't want her friends to dress her in slutty attire.

She didn't want to be mistaken as a prostitute.

She didn't want to be kidnapped and sold into the Mafia.

And most of all, she didn't want to catch the attention of Sinister Velkov, the first in command of the Russian Mafia.

But life can't give you everything that you want...sometimes life gives you just the opposite.

If he has shades how would you know that his face is expressionlessand stern.
At least you tried to out run valiant effort
                              Please. Put translation like in you did in the Russian mafia I speak English and Afrikaans but I like the Russian language it sounds sexy as hell
You should run and fast who the hell wears sunglasses during the night but first ditch those heels girl and run