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.

me." I said softly as I briskly walked past

and now was my chance, I wouldn't and

kitchen I made my way out to the back ally of the restaurant and sure enough, I found

against one?

together and slid out my hand gun with

my gun at the guards first, they went down fast

two men turned

as 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 jacket and lay it down on the

made me feel bad for the guy

stance was rigid with fear...what a

guy from the shadows remained

guy over there. "Keep your mouth shut or

was all the voice

Creepy creepy.

me the launch

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

trigger as the

face pinched and reddened from trying to cope with the sting of

be a good boy and hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes." I said

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

now hand me the codes or

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

Ew.

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

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

missile strike launch codes, not many 19 year olds get

voices, and I silently cursed myself

I'm such fücking trash.

who was she? She compromised

foot steps so I held my breath and

know that. Find her!" The angry

He's spicy.

a cell phone, or having emergency backup plan. This is the one time I

had to get