The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 1

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I sprinted along the rooftops, pausing every now and then to check my time.

My steps never faltered, my breath never hitched, and I was indestructible.

I slid off the tin paneling roof, slipping down the rain covered metal, I gripped onto a pipe and swung myself down, landing perfectly

Wiping the blood off my hands and sliding the knife back into my hidden side strap,

I sighed and straightened out my thin black dress. I hiked up my straps and tucked my wig behind my ears, I then walked into the restaurant.

"Ms. Roland we missed you." Stebninsky greeted me as he rose and helped me into my seat.

Roland was my fake name that the agency gave to me for my mission, all I had to do now was retrieve the stolen launch codes from Stebninsky's front jacket pocket, and I was home free.

"Oh yes, pardon me I had to freshen up." I said flashing him a bright and fake smile.

He nodded and took his seat, one of his many body guards suddenly leaned down and whispered something into his ear.

I pretended to act oblivious, and looked around the room like the idiot my fake identity had prone me out to be.

"Miss, I am sorry for the rude interruption but I am afraid I have to be going, I have buisness to take care of, my guard will make sure you make it home safely."

Bullshït.

I nodded, "what business?"

He's probably going to go jack-off.

He gave me a bull shit answer.

"Charity fundraisers. I need to set up for the fundraisers for tomorrow and I'm afraid it cannot wait. Goodbye."

Lies.

He stood, bowed down to me, shot one of his guards a look and left.

That's right, bow down to me motherfücker.

relieve myself, excuse me." I said softly as I briskly walked past

and now was my

slipping past the kitchen I made my way out to the back ally of the restaurant and

one?

as I pressed my hands together and slid out my hand

aimed my gun at the guards first, they went

men turned to

me make myself perfectly clear, don't try bullshit with me right

me feel

was rigid

from the

your mouth shut

was all the voice

Creepy creepy.

launch codes." I

Stebninsky's face faltered, "w-what?"

trigger as the

reddened from trying to

and hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes." I said motioning to

have no idea what your

hand me the codes or you can

carefully slid the papers into my hand and took a step back, sweat glistened on his face

Ew.

a pleasure boys. Mr.

added "and don't bother calling that boss of yours, while I was 'freshening up' I had the curtsey of killing him." I bowed with a

was off, Running with the papers of billion dollar missile strike launch codes, not many 19 year olds get to experience this terrific

voices, and I silently cursed myself as I crouched behind a

I'm such fücking trash.

was she? She compromised our entire

foot steps so I held my

angry voice

He's spicy.

hating my cockiness for not carrying a cell phone, or having emergency backup plan. This

get this stupid

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