The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

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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

those codes, and now was my

I made my way out to the back ally of the restaurant and sure enough, I found Stebninsky

one? No

I pressed my hands together and slid out my hand gun

and aimed my gun at the guards first, they went down fast and silent with the excuse

turned to me; horror

introduce myself as not the Idiot you so rudely ditched in there. Now let me make myself perfectly clear, don't try bullshit with me right now. Take off your jacket

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

rigid with fear...what a

guy from the shadows

guy over there. "Keep your mouth shut or this bullet will go through

all

Creepy creepy.

the launch

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

pulled the trigger as the bullet shot

and reddened from trying to cope

me, now be a good boy and hand. Me. The.

your dealing with." He warned through clenched

all the time, "I'm afraid I do Mr. Stebninsky, now hand me the codes or you can say

took a step back, sweat glistened on his face in

Ew.

boys. Mr. Stebninsky. Mr. Creepy Shadow

to take a step back when I added "and don't bother calling that boss of yours, while I was 'freshening up' I had the curtsey of

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

and I silently cursed myself as I crouched behind

I'm such fücking trash.

Solvact who was she? She compromised our entire

heard foot steps so I held my breath

fücking know that. Find her!" The angry voice yelled as the

He's spicy.

clear I ran, hating my cockiness for not carrying a cell phone, or having emergency backup plan. This is the one time

to get this