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.

excuse me." I said softly

codes, and now was

the back ally of the

against one? No

hands together and slid out

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

two men turned to

as not the Idiot you so rudely ditched in there. Now let me make myself perfectly clear, don't try bullshit

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

stance was rigid with fear...what a

from the

over there. "Keep your mouth

was all the

Creepy creepy.

me the launch codes."

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

pulled the trigger as the bullet shot

reddened from trying to cope with the

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

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

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

took a step back, sweat

Ew.

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

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.

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

I silently cursed myself as I

I'm such fücking trash.

was she? She compromised

so I held my breath and

that. Find her!" The angry voice yelled as the footsteps drifted

He's spicy.

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

had to get this stupid outfit