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.

said softly as I briskly walked

those codes, and now was

walked down a hall, slipping past the kitchen I made my way out to the back ally of the

one? No

together and slid out my hand gun

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

two men turned to

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

was priceless, it almost made me feel bad

stance was rigid with fear...what a

from the

over there. "Keep your

all the voice

Creepy creepy.

the launch codes."

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

trigger as the bullet shot through his

and reddened from trying to cope with

and hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes." I said

girl, you have no idea what your dealing with." He warned through

I do Mr. Stebninsky, now hand me the codes or you can

slid the papers into my hand and took a step back, sweat glistened on his face in

Ew.

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

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

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 the codes sent back to base

I heard voices, and I silently cursed myself as

I'm such fücking trash.

was she? She compromised our entire

foot steps so I held my breath and

The angry voice yelled as the footsteps drifted

He's spicy.

hating my cockiness for not carrying a cell phone, or

had to get