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 as

was my

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

one? No

I pressed my hands together and

guards first, they went down

men turned to me; horror

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

me feel bad for the guy as he shed

rigid with fear...what a

from the

shadow guy over there. "Keep your mouth shut or this bullet will

was all the voice

Creepy creepy.

the launch

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

trigger as the bullet shot through his

to cope with

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

your dealing with." He warned through clenched

hand me the codes or you can say

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

Ew.

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

don't bother calling that boss of yours, while I was

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

and I silently cursed myself

I'm such fücking trash.

she? She compromised our

steps so I held my

her!" The 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 plan. This is the one time I wish I didn't

get this