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 softly as

codes, and now was my chance, I wouldn't and couldn't

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

one? No

my hands together and slid out my hand gun with

aimed my gun at the guards first, they went down fast and silent with the excuse of

turned to me; horror

make myself perfectly clear, don't try bullshit with

face was priceless, it almost made me feel

rigid with

from the shadows remained

I said pointing to shadow guy over there. "Keep your mouth shut

was all the voice

Creepy creepy.

the launch

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

the trigger as the bullet shot through his

and reddened from trying to cope with the sting of

me, now be a good boy and hand. Me. The. Launch.

what your dealing with." He warned through

time, "I'm afraid I do Mr. Stebninsky, now hand me

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

Ew.

the papers and nodded, "it was a pleasure boys. Mr. Stebninsky. Mr.

calling that boss of yours, while I was 'freshening up' I had the curtsey of killing him." I bowed with a grin.

billion dollar missile strike launch codes, not many 19 year olds get to experience this

voices, and I silently cursed myself

I'm such fücking trash.

Solvact who was she?

so I held my breath and shut my

The angry

He's spicy.

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

get