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.

vous français?" He asked me.

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

helped me out of the car holding me

a few

impatiently, "I can't carry you inside

god I'm not

"you couldn't ten minutes

was in the past. I don't look

you might

Mr. Solvact, would I want to look

just dropped

waiter

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

voice called and I turned to see this so called

and built, with thick dark tuffs of hair,

pale, and his lips looked stained

chizzled to perfection, his

tingly feeling all through

Let's

He asked, his voice was

stared

is Grey."

left me, "Grey

made me get the point that in this situation, I had no

mine, and his pale pink lips landed a

said nothing, I just nodded. After all sin had

noise as he led me to a

Viktor's eyes on me as

sat down, across from me, and Viktor also sat

to me. "Ne volnuytes',

down to business. Don't worry she doesn't understand Russian, her IQ

making sure my heels

small motion of irritation, but

on mine, "vy uvereny?" (Are you

eyes flickered over to mine,

"Da"

reluctantly left

postavlyat' vam ruki,

you arms until you can secure

frowned, arms? What kind of

vashikh muzhchin. Sovetskiy Mafiya

bez

to continue your men's work. The Soviet Mafia cannot continue to thrive

understood. I continued to play the role of an idiot who did now understand a lick

of back and forth mafia

eyes trained on me,

look at Sin, to ask if I was to speak,

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