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 softly

those codes, and now was my chance,

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

against one?

sighed as I pressed my hands together and slid

first, they went down fast and silent with the

two men turned to me; horror

there. Now let me make myself perfectly

his face was priceless, it almost made me feel bad for the

stance was rigid

from the shadows remained

shadow guy over there. "Keep your mouth shut

all the

Creepy creepy.

launch codes."

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

as the bullet shot through his

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

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

have no idea what your dealing with." He

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

took a step

Ew.

the papers and nodded, "it was a pleasure boys.

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

billion dollar missile 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 myself as I

I'm such fücking trash.

who was she?

heard foot steps so I held my

The angry voice yelled as the footsteps drifted

He's spicy.

hating my cockiness for not carrying a cell phone, or having emergency backup plan.

get this stupid