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.

me." I said softly as

those codes, and now was my chance, I wouldn't and couldn't

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

one? No

and slid out my hand gun with its

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

two men turned to me; horror

me formally 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

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

rigid with fear...what

the

your mouth shut or this bullet will go through

all the

Creepy creepy.

the launch codes."

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

trigger as the bullet shot through his

trying to

hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes." I said

have no idea what your dealing with." He warned through

Stebninsky, now hand me the codes

and took a step back, sweat glistened on his

Ew.

gripped the papers and nodded, "it was a pleasure boys. Mr. Stebninsky. Mr. Creepy

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

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

cursed myself as I crouched behind a

I'm such fücking trash.

she? She compromised our entire

steps so I held my breath and shut my

The angry voice yelled as the

He's spicy.

not carrying a cell phone, or having emergency backup plan. This is the one time I wish I didn't work

had to get this stupid