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.

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

now was my chance, I

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 hidden by the

one? No

hands together and slid out my hand

went down

men turned to me;

perfectly clear, don't try bullshit with me right now. Take off your jacket and lay

me feel bad

stance was rigid with fear...what a

guy from the shadows

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

all

Creepy creepy.

me the launch codes."

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

as the

reddened from trying to cope with the sting of the

good boy and hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes." I said motioning to the papers sticking from his

idea what your dealing

that all the time, "I'm afraid I do Mr. Stebninsky, now hand

the papers into my hand and took a step back, sweat glistened on his face

Ew.

a pleasure boys. Mr.

that boss of yours, while I was 'freshening up' I had the curtsey of killing him." I

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

heard voices, and I silently cursed myself

I'm such fücking trash.

she? She compromised our entire

steps so I held my breath and shut

Find her!" The angry voice

He's spicy.

I was in the clear I ran, hating my cockiness for not carrying a cell phone, or having emergency backup

to get this stupid outfit