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.

Paris, although I spent most of my life living in the academy,

a bank account set up along banks around the world, with plenty of

as the freezing wind slapped me across the face. I shuttered and tried wrapping

understand why it was so cold, I guess because it was winter, and the middle of the night, but I was still confused. I had thought Miami was

show you how much

was surprised that there was a shop open this late at night, but I

continued walking down the low lit street, Miami seemed to be pretty awake. Not as much so as New York City, but there were still people up

left the Hotel and I internally

hand deeper into the pockets of my jacket until they clamped down on the handle of my handgun. I reassured myself one

were the Italians-and they were trailing me. Then I probably

walk across the street, and into an ally behind some cheap closed sushi restaurant- and sure enough...the car

the lights of the car washed over

soft rumble the car shut

were all dressed in black-I'm

were

A voice called out- a familiar

Viktor.

and stupidly stepped

the hood off of his head to reveal his

either of his sides

eyes flickered over me...all over

noticed that his probably fake Russian accent was now completely gone, and replaced by

my teeth, "I don't need

turned upwards in a

you doing this? Basically

Russians have always been in war, maybe not always in the flesh, but war has always been there. You are just a..."

I asked, with another

its my turn for a question..."

a girl."

are. No one has the skills and abilities that you posses

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