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 as I briskly walked past

now was my chance, I wouldn't and

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

against one?

my hands together and

my gun at the guards first, they went

men turned

let me make myself perfectly clear,

it almost made me feel bad for the guy as he shed

stance was rigid with fear...what

from the shadows

to shadow guy over there. "Keep your

all the

Creepy creepy.

the launch codes."

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

the trigger as the bullet shot

reddened from trying to cope

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

no idea what your dealing with." He warned

Mr. Stebninsky, now hand me the codes or you can say goodbye to your other hand."

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

Ew.

boys. Mr. Stebninsky. Mr. Creepy Shadow man over

boss of yours, while

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

I silently cursed myself as I

I'm such fücking trash.

she? She compromised our entire

foot steps so I held my breath and shut my eyes

fücking know that. Find her!" The angry voice yelled as the footsteps drifted

He's spicy.

I was in the clear I ran, hating my cockiness for not carrying a cell

had to get this stupid outfit

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