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.

vous français?" He asked me. (You

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

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

a

sighed impatiently, "I can't carry you

god I'm not an idiot I

couldn't

past. I don't

might

"and why Mr. Solvact, would

dropped your purse

inside, greeted by a waiter who showed

said through gritted teeth as we

A voice called and I turned to see this

built, with thick dark tuffs of

and his

was chizzled to perfection, his

left a tingly feeling all through

was very very hot. Let's just

this is?" He asked, his voice

stared

Grey."

eyes never left me, "Grey

and controlling voice that made me get the point that in

and his pale

nothing, I just nodded. After all sin had told

noise as he led

on me as I

down, across from me, and Viktor

over to me. "Ne volnuytes', ona ne ponimayet russkiy, yeye

Don't worry she doesn't understand Russian, her IQ doesn't reach quite that

making sure

made a small motion of irritation, but

mine, "vy uvereny?" (Are

to mine, as

"Da"

eyes reluctantly

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

you arms until you can secure me your word of safety for my

frowned, arms? What kind of artillery was he

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

bez

you will not cease to continue your men's work. The

fluent Russian, which I understood. I continued

back and forth mafia

me, his eyes trained

I was to speak, and

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