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 a smile.

asked

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

of the car holding me up as I

a

"I can't

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

shrugged, "you couldn't ten minutes

was in the past. I don't

you might want

why Mr. Solvact, would I want to look

you just dropped

inside, greeted by a waiter who showed us

talk." He said through gritted teeth

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

with thick dark tuffs of

his lips

was chizzled to perfection, his teeth were

a tingly

hot. Let's just leave it at

is?" He asked, his

stared into

Grey."

left me, "Grey

Grey." sin said, in such an overpowering and controlling voice that made me

and

I just nodded. After all

a gruff noise as he led me to a

on me

across from me,

to me. "Ne volnuytes', ona ne

doesn't understand

kicked him under the table, making

motion of irritation, but

trained on mine, "vy

flickered over to mine,

"Da"

reluctantly

ya ne mogu prodolzhat' postavlyat' vam ruki, poka vy ne mozhete obespechit' mne

to supply you arms until you can secure me your word

frowned, arms? What kind of artillery

prodolzhit' rabotu vashikh muzhchin. Sovetskiy Mafiya ne

mogu bez

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

in fluent Russian, which I understood. I continued to play the role of an idiot who did now understand a lick of

minutes of back and forth mafia conversating, they seemed to actually

turned to me, his eyes trained

I was to speak, and opened my mouth to

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