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

français?" He asked me.

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

holding me up as I reluctantly pulled on the death

took a

sighed impatiently, "I can't carry

you to you asshole, god I'm not an

"you couldn't

was in the past. I

you might

impatiently "and why Mr. Solvact, would I want

dropped your purse

waiter who showed us to

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

Solvact, welcome." A voice called and I turned to see this

was tall, and built, with thick dark tuffs of

pale, and his

perfection, his teeth

a tingly feeling all through

very very hot. Let's just leave it at

He asked, his voice was

stared

Grey." Sin

never left me,

overpowering and controlling voice that made me get the point

and his pale pink lips landed a hot

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

made a gruff noise as he

on me

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

me. "Ne volnuytes', ona ne ponimayet russkiy, yeye IQ ne dostignet dostatochno

doesn't understand Russian, her

making

a small motion of irritation,

eyes remained trained on mine, "vy

over to mine, as he

"Da"

reluctantly left

zashchishcheny, ya ne mogu prodolzhat' postavlyat' vam ruki, poka vy

men are unprotected, I cannot continue to supply you arms until you can secure

of

muzhchin. Sovetskiy Mafiya ne

bez

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

as they both spoke in fluent Russian, which I understood. I continued to play the role of an

back and forth mafia conversating,

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

at Sin, to ask if I was to speak, and opened my

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