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

français?" He asked

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

helped me out of the car holding me up as I reluctantly pulled

a few

"I can't carry you

don't need you to you asshole, god I'm not an idiot I can walk in

shrugged, "you couldn't

in the past. I don't

you might

why Mr. Solvact, would I want to look

dropped your purse

greeted by a waiter who showed us to

said

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

and built, with thick dark tuffs of hair, and

was pale, and his lips looked

to perfection, his teeth

tingly feeling

very hot. Let's just leave

is?" He asked, his voice was smooth and

eyes stared

Grey." Sin

never left

said, in such an overpowering and controlling voice that made me get the point that in this situation, I had

Grey." He said as his warm hands grasped mine, and his pale

all sin had

as he led

Viktor's eyes on me as

down, across from me, and Viktor also sat across

Sins eyes flickered over to me. "Ne volnuytes',

down to business. Don't worry she doesn't understand

the table, making sure my heels

made a small motion of

eyes remained trained on mine,

to mine, as he

"Da"

eyes reluctantly

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

arms until you can secure me your word of

frowned, arms? What kind of artillery was he supplying

ne perestanet prodolzhit' rabotu vashikh muzhchin. Sovetskiy Mafiya ne mozhet prodolzhat' protsvetat'

mogu bez tebya

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

both spoke in fluent Russian, which I understood. I continued to play

forth mafia conversating, they seemed to actually notice

turned to me, his eyes trained on

the urge to look at Sin, to ask if I was to

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