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.

excuse me." I said softly

needed those codes, and now was my chance, I

past the kitchen I made my way out to the back ally of the restaurant and sure enough, I found Stebninsky surrounded by two body guards talking to

against one?

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

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

men turned to

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

made me feel bad for the

rigid with

guy from the

over there. "Keep your mouth

was all

Creepy creepy.

launch

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

trigger as the bullet

and reddened from trying to cope with the sting of the

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

no idea what your dealing with." He warned

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

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

Ew.

papers and nodded, "it was a pleasure boys.

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

Running with the papers of billion dollar missile strike launch codes, not many 19 year

and I silently cursed myself as I

I'm such fücking trash.

she? She compromised our

steps so I held my breath

The angry voice

He's spicy.

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

had to get

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