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

was my chance, I wouldn't

way out to the back ally of the restaurant and sure

against one? No

I pressed my hands together and slid

they went down fast and silent with the excuse of a

two men turned

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

almost made me feel bad for the

rigid

the shadows remained

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

was all the voice

Creepy creepy.

me the launch

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

pulled the trigger as the

from trying to cope with the sting of the

hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes."

what your dealing with." He warned through

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

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

Ew.

pleasure boys. Mr. Stebninsky. Mr. Creepy Shadow man over

that boss of yours, while I was 'freshening up' I had

was off, Running with the 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

voices, and I silently cursed myself as

I'm such fücking trash.

was she?

I held my breath

know that. Find her!" The angry voice

He's spicy.

I ran, hating my cockiness for not carrying a cell phone, or having emergency backup plan. This is the one time I

get this stupid