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.

I said

now was my chance,

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

against one?

I pressed my hands together and slid out my hand

went down fast and silent with

turned to me;

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

made me feel bad for the guy

stance was rigid with fear...what a

from the shadows

there. "Keep your mouth shut or this

all

Creepy creepy.

the launch codes." I

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

as the bullet

reddened from trying to cope with the sting of the

be a good boy and hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes." I said motioning to the papers sticking from his

what your dealing with." He warned

I 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 face in the

Ew.

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

began 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 killing him." I bowed with a grin. "You're most

strike launch codes, not many 19 year olds get to experience this terrific moment. I had to get the codes sent back

heard voices, and I silently cursed

I'm such fücking trash.

Solvact who was she? She compromised our entire

heard foot steps so I held my breath and

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

He's spicy.

cockiness for not carrying a cell phone,

to get