The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 25

SIN'S POV!!! (Sorry I know I haven't done these lately)

I stood there dumbfounded, and wordless.

She left, she really left.

It was my fault. I told her that I didn't care about her, when I really did.

I guess that was my own way of dealing and coping with reality was just to push things away, and pretend like nothing ever happened.

But here was this gorgeous, strong, girl who had flipped my world upside down.

She made me rethink everything that I did, and that wasn't okay. The Soviet Mafia would crash and burn without me, and she was making me question everything that I did for my Country. It just wasn't safe.

So I did the only thing that I knew how to do...and that was to push her away.

I had never really taken an interest into a specific girl, sure I would see some hot chick and fuck her, or I would go through a line of strippers and whores.

But Grey was probably the first girl that I had talked to, liked, and not fucked.

And sure that isn't a Bonnie and Clyde, or a Romeo and Juliet Romance, but it was more than I've ever had.

But now she was fucking gone.

I pulled out my phone, and dialed Nikolai's number.

"I need you to do something for me..."

GREY'S POV

I pulled the cheap dollar store hood over my head, thankful for the black cloth to protect me.

I wasn't really going to the Italians, they'd kill me.

family friends living in Paris, although I spent most of my

banks around the world, with plenty of money

straps, as the freezing wind slapped me across the face. I shuttered and tried wrapping the baggy sweatshirt tighter

because it was winter, and the middle of the night, but I was still confused. I had thought

how much I know about the

open this late at night, but I was thankful

down the low lit street, Miami seemed to be pretty awake. Not as much so as New York City, but there

left the Hotel and I internally punched myself for not noticing

thin hand deeper into the pockets of my jacket until they clamped down on the handle of

trailing me. Then I probably needed to

across the street, and into an ally behind some cheap closed

was in the shadows, and the lights of the car washed

car shut off, and four men

dressed in

were

A voice called out- a

Viktor.

and stupidly stepped out from the

head to reveal his per-usual gorgeous face. I

men on either of his sides remained

eyes flickered over me...all

that his probably fake Russian

my teeth,

upwards in a mocking smirk, "You

doing this? Basically starting

Italians and the Russians have always been in war, maybe

asked,

its my turn

girl."

I'm talking about you really are. No one has the skills

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