The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 1

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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

needed those codes, and now was my chance,

hall, slipping past the kitchen I made my way out to the back ally of the restaurant

against one? No

I pressed my hands together and slid out my hand gun with

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

men turned to me;

not the Idiot you so rudely ditched in there. Now let me make myself perfectly clear, don't try

face was priceless, it almost made me

rigid with fear...what

the shadows

your

all

Creepy creepy.

me the launch

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

as the

from trying to cope with the sting of

now be a good boy and hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes." I said motioning to the papers sticking from his

idea what your dealing with."

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

slid the papers into my hand and took a step

Ew.

boys. Mr. Stebninsky. Mr.

of yours, while I was 'freshening up' I

dollar missile strike launch codes, not many 19 year olds get

and I silently cursed myself as I crouched behind a

I'm such fücking trash.

Solvact who was she? She

heard foot steps so I held

angry

He's spicy.

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

to get this stupid

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