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.

myself, excuse me." I said softly

those codes, and now was my chance,

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

one?

and slid out my hand gun with its

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

two men turned

me make myself perfectly clear, don't try bullshit with me right now. Take off your jacket and lay

priceless, it almost made me feel bad for

stance was rigid with fear...what

guy from the shadows

there. "Keep your mouth shut or this

was all

Creepy creepy.

me the launch

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

the trigger as the bullet

from trying to cope with the sting of

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

no idea what your dealing with."

Stebninsky, now hand me the

into my hand and took a step back, sweat glistened

Ew.

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

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

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

voices, and I silently cursed myself

I'm such fücking trash.

who was she? She compromised our entire

so I held my breath

angry voice yelled

He's spicy.

for not carrying a cell phone, or having emergency backup plan. This is the one time I wish I didn't work

get