Protected by a Mobster: A Russian Mafia Romance (Volsky Mafia Book 1) by Jacee Macguire Read Free Book Online

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    Lowering my head into my hands with a long drawn-out sigh, I cursed myself for being so weak and foolish. The entire conversation, however short it might have been, was a complete and total embarrassment. I crumpled the card and tossed it across the room, missing the trashcan by a mile. There was no way in hell I could face him now, much less call him again. He probably thought I was crazy, and that was probably for the best, anyway. Ruslan had been nothing but kind to me and what did I do? I hung up on him, as if all my hang-ups and shit I was facing were his fault. Not cool.
    Other than the obvious issues I’ve been facing in my screwed-up life, I hungered for human interaction. I’d never had many friends, which was sad. For years, I had been able to ignore it due to my home literally being crawling with people at all hours of the day and night. But now things were different. I was starving for contact and intimacy with another human being. Being alone truly sucked.
    I hadn’t ever had this much time alone. Sitting in this dark and musky-smelling motel room was passed the point of driving me crazy. I had already counted the water stains on the ceiling countless times, some of which I had stared at for so long that I was beginning to imagine seeing things within them, like with those crazy Rorschach tests. Call me crazy, but one spot looked a lot like a man’s very large cock with a hefty set of balls. Yeah, I so need to get the hell out of this room before I start naming the roaches that are big enough to carry me away.
    So here I am, a lonely girl in over her head in every way a girl could be, and I’m smack dab in the middle of something I can’t wrap my head around. Call me crazy, but I needed a bit of liquid courage. The more I thought about my situation, the angrier I got, and the more I felt the need to make a move and find Mr. Volsky. I know leaving the protective bug-infested nest I call home for the moment would be a bad idea, but I needed to interact with other people. I need to cut loose. Making friends may not be a good idea, as that would put their lives in danger if or when I was found, and that was a risk that I wasn’t willing to take, but I needed to get out of this damn room before I lost more than my freaking mind.
    Hopping off the bed, I headed for the small closet near the bathroom sink and stared at my reflection. The person looking back at me was… well… me… but not me at the same time. The few articles of clothing I owned now hung in a small closet that for some strange reason had no door. I had picked them up at the local Goodwill store. They weren’t great, but they would do. Wearing used clothing felt strange, but it was the best I could do, considering my financial circumstances. I’d make do.
    I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a cute little top. I didn’t recognize the brands but who cares. Grabbing the little bit of make-up I had purchased at a Dollar store down the street, I did my best to look presentable. With my hair and make-up finally looking good, I slipped on a pair of heels – also second-hand – and grabbed my purse and keys. One final look at myself in the mirror and I was off to…Where the hell was I going?
    As I opened the door to my room, I quickly scanned the parking lot for familiar faces or anything out of the ordinary. When everything appeared to be okay, I dashed to the car. After a week here, I had learned that most of the people that come here seem to only stay an hour or so and then disappear. That was fine by me, but I still kept my eyes open, the door locked-up tight and the curtains drawn closed.
    All dolled-up and ready to have a little fun, I pulled out of the motel parking lot in my rusted-up car. The bright lights of Vegas shimmered in the distance, calling my name. Ignoring their call, I pressed the gas pedal to the floor, the car lurching forward as if it was as eager to escape the dump of a motel as I was. The need to have fun and the