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.

sighed with

français?" He asked me. (You speak

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

car holding me up

took a few wobbled

can't carry

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

"you couldn't ten minutes

past. I don't look

might

Mr. Solvact,

dropped your purse

a waiter who showed us to

not talk." He said through gritted teeth as we

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

thick dark tuffs of hair, and

and his

chizzled to perfection,

presence left a tingly feeling all through

hot. Let's

his

eyes stared

is Grey." Sin said

never left

sin said, in such an overpowering and controlling voice that made me get the point that

and his pale pink

just nodded. After all sin had

made a gruff noise as he led me to a

eyes on me

across from me,

delu." Sins eyes flickered over to me. "Ne volnuytes', ona ne ponimayet russkiy, yeye IQ ne dostignet

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

kicked him under the table, making sure my heels dug into his

made a small motion of

trained on mine, "vy

eyes flickered over to

"Da"

reluctantly

postavlyat' vam ruki, poka vy ne mozhete obespechit'

until you can secure me your

of artillery

ponimayu, no Viktor ne perestanet prodolzhit' rabotu vashikh muzhchin. Sovetskiy Mafiya ne mozhet prodolzhat' protsvetat' bez menya, i

mogu bez tebya

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

the conversation play out, as they both spoke in fluent Russian, which I understood. I continued to play

forth mafia conversating, they seemed

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

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

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