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.

excuse me." I said

now was

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

against one?

my hands together and slid out my hand gun with

from the shadows and aimed my gun at the guards first, they went

men turned to me; horror

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

priceless, it almost made me feel bad for the guy as he

stance was rigid with fear...what

from the shadows remained

shadow guy over there. "Keep your mouth shut or this

all the

Creepy creepy.

launch codes."

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

the trigger as the bullet shot through his

pinched and reddened from trying to cope with

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

idea what your dealing with." He warned through clenched

Stebninsky, now hand me the codes or you can say goodbye to your other hand." I shrugged "your

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

Ew.

"it was a pleasure boys. Mr. Stebninsky. Mr. Creepy Shadow man

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

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

I heard voices, and I silently cursed myself as I crouched

I'm such fücking trash.

was she? She compromised our

steps so I held my breath and shut

her!" The angry voice yelled as the footsteps drifted

He's spicy.

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

get