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.

relieve myself, excuse me." I said softly as I briskly walked

needed those codes, and now was my chance, I wouldn't

ally of the restaurant and sure enough, I found Stebninsky surrounded by two body guards talking to

against one? No

sighed as I pressed my hands together and slid out my hand gun with its

stepped out from the shadows and aimed my gun at the guards first, they went down fast and silent with the excuse

turned to

perfectly clear, don't try bullshit with me right now. Take off your

me feel bad for the guy as he shed his

was rigid with fear...what a

the shadows

"Keep your mouth shut or this

all

Creepy creepy.

the launch

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

the trigger as the bullet shot

trying to cope with the sting of

be a good boy and hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes." I said

idea what your dealing with." He warned through

heard that all the time, "I'm afraid I do Mr. Stebninsky, now hand me the codes or you can say goodbye

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

Ew.

boys. Mr. Stebninsky. Mr. Creepy

bother calling that boss of yours, while I was 'freshening up' I

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

heard voices, and I silently cursed myself as I

I'm such fücking trash.

Solvact who was she?

steps so I held my breath and

her!" The angry

He's spicy.

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

get this stupid outfit