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.

I sighed with a smile.

vous français?" He asked me. (You speak

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

holding me up as I

took a few

can't carry

you asshole, god I'm not an idiot I can

"you couldn't

past. I don't look

might want

Mr. Solvact,

dropped your

by a waiter who showed us

little girl, do not talk." He said through gritted teeth as

A voice called and I turned to see this so

thick dark tuffs

and his

jawline was chizzled to perfection, his

presence left a tingly feeling all

very very hot. Let's

asked, his voice was smooth and

eyes stared

is Grey."

never left me, "Grey

an overpowering and controlling voice that made me get the point that in this situation,

He said as his warm hands grasped mine, and his pale pink

said nothing, I just nodded. After all sin had told

a gruff noise as he

Viktor's eyes on

roughly sat down, across from me, and Viktor also sat

"Ne volnuytes', ona ne ponimayet russkiy, yeye

doesn't understand Russian,

kicked him under the table, making sure my

a small motion of irritation,

trained on mine, "vy

to mine,

"Da"

eyes reluctantly

zashchishcheny, ya ne mogu prodolzhat' postavlyat' vam ruki, poka vy ne mozhete obespechit' mne slovo bezopasnosti dlya

I cannot continue to supply you arms until

of artillery

Viktor ne perestanet prodolzhit' rabotu vashikh muzhchin. Sovetskiy Mafiya ne mozhet prodolzhat' protsvetat' bez menya,

bez tebya

understand, but Viktor you will not cease to continue your men's work. The Soviet Mafia cannot continue to thrive

which I understood. I continued to play the role of an idiot who did

mafia

turned to me, his eyes trained on me,

look at Sin, to ask if I was to speak, and opened my mouth to reply, but Sin beat me

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