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.

myself, excuse me." I said softly as

was my

I made my way out to the back ally of the restaurant and sure enough, I found Stebninsky surrounded by two body guards

against one?

my hands together and slid out my

out from the shadows and aimed my gun at the guards first, they went down fast and silent with the excuse of a

two men turned to

rudely ditched in there. Now let me make myself perfectly

look on his face was priceless, it almost made me feel bad for

stance was rigid with

the shadows remained

your mouth shut or this

was all

Creepy creepy.

the launch

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

pulled the trigger as the bullet

face pinched and reddened from trying to cope

good boy and hand. Me. The.

what your dealing with." He warned through

hand me the codes or you can say goodbye to your

a step back, sweat glistened on his face in the

Ew.

papers and nodded, "it was a pleasure boys. Mr. Stebninsky. Mr. Creepy Shadow man

bother calling that boss of yours, while I was 'freshening

papers of billion dollar missile strike launch codes, not many 19 year olds get to experience this terrific moment. I

and I silently cursed myself as I crouched behind a

I'm such fücking trash.

she? She

held my breath and shut my

her!" The angry

He's spicy.

cell phone, or having emergency backup

to get this stupid outfit

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