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

and now was

I made my way out to the back ally of the restaurant and

one?

together and slid out my hand gun with its

went down fast and silent with the excuse of a popping like

men turned to me; horror

not the 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

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

rigid with

guy from the shadows

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

all the

Creepy creepy.

launch codes." I

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

pulled the trigger as the bullet shot through

to cope

boy and hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes." I said motioning to the papers

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

time, "I'm afraid I do Mr. Stebninsky, now hand me the codes or

into my hand and took a step back,

Ew.

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

that boss of yours, while

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

heard voices, and I silently cursed myself

I'm such fücking trash.

who was she? She compromised

foot steps so I held

her!" The angry voice yelled as

He's spicy.

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

get this stupid outfit