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.

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

account set up along banks around the

wind slapped me across the face. I

I didn't understand why it was so cold, I guess because it was winter, and the middle of

to show you how much I know

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

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

that had been behind me ever since I left the Hotel and I internally punched myself for not

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

were trailing me.

a little half run-half walk across the street,

and the lights of the car

car shut off,

all dressed in

were speaking

called out- a

Viktor.

gritted my teeth and stupidly stepped out from the

pulled the hood off of his head to reveal his per-usual gorgeous face. I

either of

flickered over me...all over

protection? None of those Russian fucks?" I noticed that his probably fake Russian accent was now completely gone,

my teeth, "I don't need

pink lips turned upwards in a mocking smirk,

don't. Why are you doing this? Basically starting a war for one

in war, maybe not always in the flesh, but war has always

I asked, with

side, "No, little one its my turn for a question..." He

a girl." I

really are. No one has the skills and

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