The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Sins POV (aka dark creepy shadow man)
She lay in the room of the hotel, unconscious.
She was gorgeous there was no denying that, with her long red hair, pale skin, and thin frame, she was beautiful.
"So let me get this straight, a high shool girl, beat all of your men up? And managed to rid of a piece of paper and yet you don't
even know what the contents included?" I was trying to remain calm, but it was hard, this was ridiculous how this 110 pound
nothing managed to take out 5 fully trained men, and get a hold of what may or may not be vital launch codes.
I couldn't tell If she was that blonde woman the foolish Russian man Stebninsky was with, she must have been wearing a
disguise.
"We could always torture her when she wakes up." Slayer said by my side. He was always a get right to it kind of guy.
"No" I muttered "I mean I don't know, we'll see how It goes, but something doesn't feel right about this girl" I muttered to myself.
It was true, I was 26 and the owner of half the property in New York City, I made someone out of myself, and sure that got me
into trouble, but I didn't know that a little girl could be the cause of some of this trouble.
"We should get her changed, she did fall into the water, she'll catch hypothermia before we have a chance to talk to her."
Oh yeah that was right, I had to swim in after her.
Stupid bïtch, I had to risk my own life saving this wrench.
I don't even know why I did it in the first place.
I rolled my eyes "give her one of my shirts, I want to get to torture this bïtch before she dies." I muttered.