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 I briskly walked

was my chance, I

my way out to the back ally of the restaurant and sure enough, I found Stebninsky surrounded by two body guards talking to a man hidden by

one?

my hands together and slid out

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

two men turned to me; horror

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

priceless, it almost made me feel bad

stance was rigid with

from the

over there. "Keep your mouth shut or this bullet will go

all

Creepy creepy.

launch codes." I

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

trigger as the

reddened from trying to cope with

'what' me, now be a good boy and hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes." I said motioning to the papers

idea what your dealing with." He warned through clenched

I do Mr. Stebninsky, now hand

took a step back, sweat glistened on

Ew.

was a pleasure boys. Mr. Stebninsky. Mr. Creepy

"and don't bother calling that boss of yours, while I was

I 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

I silently cursed myself

I'm such fücking trash.

was she?

steps so I held my breath and shut my eyes

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

He's spicy.

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

had to get this stupid outfit