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 I briskly

needed those codes, and now was my chance, I

slipping past the kitchen I made my way out to the back ally of the restaurant and sure enough,

against one?

hands together and slid out my hand gun with its

the guards first, they went down fast and silent with the excuse of a popping like

two men turned to me;

evening 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 try

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

was rigid

guy from the shadows

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

all the voice

Creepy creepy.

me the launch codes." I

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

the trigger as the bullet shot

pinched and reddened from trying to cope

Me. The. Launch. Codes." I said motioning to the papers sticking

have no idea what your dealing with." He

do Mr. Stebninsky, now hand me the codes or you can say goodbye to your

my hand and took a step back, sweat glistened on his

Ew.

a pleasure boys. Mr. Stebninsky. Mr. Creepy

I added "and don't bother calling that boss of yours, while I was 'freshening up' I had the curtsey of

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

voices, and I silently cursed myself as I crouched

I'm such fücking trash.

was she? She

so I held

know that. Find her!" The angry voice yelled

He's spicy.

not carrying a cell phone,

get