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.

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

and now was my chance, I wouldn't and couldn't

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

one?

together and slid out my

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

two men turned to me;

rudely ditched in there. Now let me make myself perfectly clear, don't try bullshit with me

me feel bad for the guy as he

was rigid with

guy from the shadows remained

to shadow guy over there. "Keep your mouth

all the

Creepy creepy.

me the launch codes." I

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

as the

from trying to cope with the sting

good boy and hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes." I

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

Stebninsky, now hand me the codes or you

and took a step back,

Ew.

gripped the papers and nodded, "it was a pleasure boys. Mr. Stebninsky.

a step back when I added "and don't bother calling that boss of yours, while I was 'freshening up' I had the curtsey

billion dollar missile strike launch codes, not many 19 year olds

and I silently cursed myself as I

I'm such fücking trash.

who was she? She compromised our entire

steps so I held

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

He's spicy.

for not carrying a cell phone, or having emergency backup plan. This

get this stupid outfit