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 as I briskly

codes, and now was

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

one? No

and slid

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

turned to me; horror

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

me feel bad for the guy as he

stance was rigid with fear...what a

from the shadows remained

said pointing to shadow guy over there. "Keep your mouth shut or this

all the voice

Creepy creepy.

me the launch

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

the

and reddened from trying to

boy and hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes." I said motioning to

no idea what your dealing with." He warned

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

hand and took a step back, sweat glistened on his

Ew.

nodded, "it was a pleasure boys. Mr.

yours, while I was 'freshening up' I had the curtsey of killing him." I

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

I silently cursed

I'm such fücking trash.

was she? She compromised our entire

foot steps so I held my breath and

angry voice yelled as

He's spicy.

was in the clear I ran, hating my cockiness for not carrying a cell phone, or having emergency backup plan. This is the

had to get this stupid outfit