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.

I said softly as

was my

walked down a hall, slipping past the kitchen I made my way out to the back ally of the restaurant and sure enough,

against one? No

sighed as I pressed my hands together and slid out my hand gun

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

turned to me;

Now let me make myself perfectly clear, don't try bullshit with me right now. Take off your jacket and lay it down on

look on his face was priceless, it almost made me feel bad for the guy as he

rigid with fear...what

from the

shadow guy over there. "Keep your mouth shut

all the voice

Creepy creepy.

me the launch codes." I

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

the trigger as the bullet shot through

and reddened from trying to cope with

The. Launch. Codes." I said motioning to the papers sticking from his

girl, you have no idea what your dealing with." He warned

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

hand and took a step back, sweat glistened on his face

Ew.

boys. Mr. Stebninsky.

yours, while I was 'freshening up' I had the curtsey

many 19 year olds get to experience

and I silently cursed myself as I crouched

I'm such fücking trash.

was she? She compromised our

foot steps so I held my breath and shut

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

He's spicy.

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

get this stupid