The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 12

"yebat'! Fuck!" he screamed at me as he pushed me into the car, and a rather nice car at that, if I wasn't mistaken it was a Ferrari Enzo.

I smiled proudly at myself as he slid the belt around my waist and slammed the door.

I kicked him in his dick, and right now I was quite proud of my aim.

He started the car, pushing his foot hard into the accelerator.

"Don't ever, grab me again." I muttered to him.

I saw a small smile form on the tips of his lips, "You have a strong kick,

malen'kaya devochka. Little girl." He muttered.

"It'll be even more painful when i take these shoes" I waved the heels in his face "And shove them against your dick, while shoving my foot up your ass hole.".

"That shouldn't have made me hard." He muttered. But I sure as fuck heard him.

I shook my head.

"So what is this dinner anyways? And why do I have to dress like a whore?" I asked.

His hands gripped the wheel, "You don't need to know. Just stay quiet, and everything should go okay."

"Um excuse me Mr. Sinister, I kinda need a little more than a script."

"Don't call me that." He muttered, never keeping his eyes off the road.

"I think I want to, that is unless you want to tell me why I'm suppose to be a Slut, and why were going out to dinner." I muttered.

He sighed, his knuckles grew white on the steering wheel of his Ferrari.

"My supplier. That's all you need to know, pretend like this dinner is one of your missions. My supplier is the bad guy. Stay away from him."

"I am a trained assassin." I said with a smile "I could you know...take him out."

He let out a noise that sounded like something in between a laugh and a sigh.

"What's his name?" I tried again.

His foot pressed harder on the Excelerator as he sped up, "Viktor."

He seemed touchy at the subject, so I decided to be a good person for once and drop it.

I pressed my head against the window and sighed, what have I gotten myself into?

"Just...don't mention anything about who you are." He muttered.

"Yeah duh."

He pulled into a place called coucher de soleil. I guessed a fancy French restaurant.

It was gorgeous, a large white marbled building with glass windows and red roses surrounding the base of the building.

sighed with

français?" He asked me. (You speak

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

me out of the car holding me

a few wobbled

impatiently, "I can't carry you

"I don't need you to you asshole, god I'm not an idiot I

"you couldn't

the past.

you might

"and why Mr. Solvact, would I want to look

just dropped your

a waiter who showed us

said through gritted

and I turned to

dark tuffs

pale, and his lips

was chizzled to perfection, his teeth

a tingly feeling

Let's just leave

this is?" He asked, his voice was smooth and

eyes stared into

Grey."

eyes never left

in such an overpowering and controlling voice that made me get the point that in this situation, I had no last

warm hands grasped mine, and his pale pink lips landed

just nodded. After all sin had told me not to talk

a gruff noise as he led me to a

felt Viktor's eyes on

sat down, across from me, and Viktor also sat

me. "Ne volnuytes',

doesn't understand Russian, her

table, making sure my

motion of irritation, but

trained on mine, "vy uvereny?" (Are you

over to mine,

"Da"

reluctantly

ne mogu prodolzhat' postavlyat' vam ruki, poka vy ne mozhete

you arms until you can secure me your

of artillery was he

muzhchin. Sovetskiy Mafiya

bez tebya

cease to continue your men's work. The Soviet Mafia cannot continue to thrive without

they both spoke in fluent Russian, which I understood. I continued

15 minutes of back and forth mafia conversating, they seemed to actually

me, his eyes trained on me,

to

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