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.

relieve myself, excuse me." I said softly as I briskly walked past the

and now was my chance, I wouldn't and

ally of the restaurant and sure enough, I found Stebninsky surrounded by

against one?

hands together and slid

at the guards first, they went down fast and silent

turned

Idiot you so rudely ditched in there. Now let me make myself perfectly clear, don't try bullshit with me right now. Take off your jacket and lay it down on

it almost made me feel bad for the

stance was rigid with

from the shadows remained

your mouth

all

Creepy creepy.

launch

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

pulled the trigger as the bullet shot

reddened from trying to cope with the sting of the

be a good boy and hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes." I said motioning to the

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

Mr. Stebninsky, now hand me the codes or you

took a step back, sweat glistened on his face in

Ew.

pleasure boys. Mr. Stebninsky. Mr.

calling that boss of yours, while I

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

and I silently cursed myself as

I'm such fücking trash.

she?

I held my breath and shut my

fücking know that. Find her!" The angry

He's spicy.

cockiness for not carrying a cell phone, or having emergency

had to get this stupid outfit

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