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

asked me. (You speak

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

of the car holding me

took a few

impatiently, "I can't

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

"you couldn't ten minutes

in the past. I

might

"and why Mr. Solvact, would I want to look

dropped

walked inside, greeted by a waiter who showed us to our

said

A voice called and I turned to see this so

built, with thick dark

pale, and his lips looked stained

perfection, his teeth

tingly feeling

was very very hot. Let's

his voice was smooth and

eyes stared

is Grey." Sin

never left me,

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

hands grasped mine, and his pale pink lips landed a

After all sin had told me not to talk

made a gruff noise as

on me as I

roughly sat down, across from me, and Viktor also sat

to me. "Ne volnuytes', ona ne

she doesn't understand Russian,

him under the table, making

a small motion of

on mine, "vy uvereny?"

eyes flickered over to mine, as

"Da"

eyes reluctantly left

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

unprotected, I cannot continue to supply you arms until you can secure me

kind of artillery was he supplying

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

bez

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

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

and forth mafia conversating,

his eyes trained on me,

resisted the urge to look at Sin, to ask if I was to speak, and opened my mouth to reply,

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