The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 1

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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.

said softly as I briskly walked

and now was my chance,

the back ally of the restaurant

against one? No

as I pressed my hands together and slid out my hand gun with its

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

two men turned to me; horror

not the Idiot you so rudely ditched in there. Now let me make myself perfectly

on his face was priceless, it almost made me feel bad for

stance was rigid with

guy from the shadows

your mouth shut or this bullet will

all the

Creepy creepy.

me the launch

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

as the bullet shot through

to cope with the sting

and hand. Me. The. Launch. Codes." I said motioning

have no idea what your dealing

now hand me the codes or you

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

Ew.

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

while I was 'freshening up' I had the curtsey

dollar missile strike launch codes, not many 19 year olds get to experience this terrific moment. I had to get the

heard voices, and I silently cursed myself

I'm such fücking trash.

she? She compromised our entire

foot steps so I held my breath and shut my

her!" The angry voice yelled as the footsteps drifted

He's spicy.

a cell phone, or having emergency backup plan. This is

to get this stupid outfit

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