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.

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

was my chance,

down a hall, slipping past the kitchen I made my way out to the back ally of the

against one?

together and slid out my hand gun

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

turned to me;

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

face was priceless, it almost made me feel

was rigid with fear...what

the shadows remained

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

was all

Creepy creepy.

launch codes."

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

pulled the trigger as the bullet shot through his

and reddened from trying to cope with the sting of the

Me. The. Launch. Codes."

your dealing with."

that all the time, "I'm afraid I do Mr. Stebninsky, now hand me the codes or you can say goodbye to your other

and took a step back, sweat glistened on his face

Ew.

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

to take a step back when I added "and don't bother calling that boss of yours, while I was 'freshening

the papers of billion dollar missile strike launch codes, not many 19 year olds get to experience

I heard voices, and I silently cursed

I'm such fücking trash.

was she? She

held my breath and shut my eyes

her!" The angry

He's spicy.

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

to get this stupid