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.

I said softly as I

codes, and now was my

to the back ally of the restaurant and sure enough, I found Stebninsky surrounded by

one? No

I pressed my hands together and slid out my hand

they went down fast and silent with the excuse of a popping

men turned to me;

let 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 right now. Take off your jacket and lay it down

was priceless, it almost made me feel

rigid with fear...what

from the

your

was all the

Creepy creepy.

me the launch codes." I

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

the bullet shot

face pinched and reddened from trying to cope with the sting of

boy and hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes." I

girl, you have no idea what your

Stebninsky, now hand me the codes or you can say goodbye

the papers into my hand and took a step back,

Ew.

pleasure boys. Mr. Stebninsky. Mr. Creepy Shadow man

of yours, while I

the papers of billion dollar missile strike launch codes, not many 19 year olds

voices, and I silently cursed

I'm such fücking trash.

was she? She compromised our

I held my breath

her!" The angry

He's spicy.

a cell phone,

get this stupid outfit

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