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.

have to relieve myself, excuse me." I said softly as I briskly

and now was my chance, I wouldn't

down a hall, slipping 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 a man

one?

and slid out my hand gun with its

at the guards first, they went down fast

turned to me;

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

look on his face was priceless, it almost made me feel bad for the guy as he

stance was rigid with fear...what a

guy from the

said pointing to shadow guy over there. "Keep your mouth shut or this bullet will go

was all the

Creepy creepy.

me the launch codes."

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

as the bullet shot through

from trying to cope with the sting of the

be a good boy and hand. Me. The.

girl, you have no idea what your dealing with." He warned through clenched

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

papers into my hand and took a step back, sweat glistened

Ew.

gripped the papers and nodded, "it was a pleasure boys. Mr. Stebninsky. Mr. Creepy Shadow man over

boss of yours, while I

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

and I silently cursed myself as

I'm such fücking trash.

was she? She compromised our

I held my breath and shut my

The angry

He's spicy.

cell phone, or having emergency backup plan. This is the one time I

had to get this stupid outfit