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.

I said softly

needed those codes, and now was

to the back ally of the restaurant and sure enough, I found Stebninsky

against one?

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

stepped out from the shadows and aimed my gun at the guards first, they went down fast and silent with the excuse of a popping like

men turned to me;

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

me feel bad for the guy as he shed

rigid with fear...what

the shadows

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

all the

Creepy creepy.

the launch

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

as the

trying to cope with the sting of the

and hand. Me. The.

idea what your dealing with." He warned through

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

and took a step back, sweat glistened on

Ew.

nodded, "it was a pleasure boys. Mr. Stebninsky. Mr.

to take a step back when I added "and don't bother calling that boss of yours, while I was 'freshening up' I had the curtsey of killing him." I bowed with a grin.

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

I silently cursed

I'm such fücking trash.

was she? She

foot steps so I held

fücking know that. Find her!" The angry voice

He's spicy.

cell phone, or

get this stupid