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.

myself, excuse me." I said softly

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

a hall, slipping past the 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 by

against one? No

hands together and slid

gun at the guards first, they went down fast and silent

two men turned to

mr.Stebninsky, let me formally introduce myself as not the Idiot you so rudely ditched in there. Now let me make myself perfectly clear, don't

was priceless, it almost made me feel bad for

rigid

the shadows

your mouth shut or this bullet will go through

was all the

Creepy creepy.

launch

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

as the bullet shot through

pinched and reddened from trying to cope with the sting

me, now be a good boy and hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes." I said motioning to the papers sticking

no idea what your dealing with."

I do Mr. Stebninsky, now hand me the

carefully slid the papers into my hand and took a step back, sweat

Ew.

was a pleasure boys. Mr. Stebninsky. Mr.

back when I 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 grin. "You're most

off, Running with the papers of billion dollar missile strike launch codes, not many 19 year

I silently cursed myself as I

I'm such fücking trash.

Solvact who was she? She

held my breath and shut my

her!" The angry voice yelled as

He's spicy.

second I was in the clear I ran, hating my cockiness for not carrying a cell phone, or having emergency backup

to get