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.

with a smile.

He asked me. (You speak

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

car holding me up

took a

sighed impatiently, "I can't carry you inside

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

couldn't

was in the past. I

might want

impatiently "and why Mr. Solvact, would I want

dropped your

walked inside, greeted by a waiter who showed us to

do not talk." He said through gritted

I turned to see

thick dark tuffs of hair,

pale, and his

perfection, his teeth were white and

tingly feeling all through

was very very hot. Let's

is?" He asked, his

eyes stared into

is Grey." Sin said

eyes never left me, "Grey

in such an overpowering and controlling voice that made

said as his warm hands grasped mine, and his pale pink lips landed a hot kiss on

After all sin

as he led

eyes on me as I

sat down, across from me, and

over to me. "Ne volnuytes', ona ne ponimayet russkiy, yeye IQ ne

to business. Don't worry she doesn't

the table, making sure my

a small motion of

on mine, "vy uvereny?" (Are you

flickered over to mine,

"Da"

eyes reluctantly

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

supply you arms until

What kind of artillery was he supplying

vashikh muzhchin. Sovetskiy

bez

you will not cease to continue your men's work. The Soviet Mafia cannot continue to thrive without me,

I understood. I

and forth mafia conversating, they seemed to

turned to me, his eyes trained on me, "So Grey...how old

if I was to speak, and opened my mouth to reply,

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