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 a

asked me. (You

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

of the car holding me up as I reluctantly pulled on

took a few wobbled

impatiently, "I can't

to you asshole, god I'm not an idiot

"you couldn't

in the past. I don't look

you might want

Mr. Solvact, would I want

dropped your

greeted by a waiter who showed us to our

do not talk." He said through gritted teeth as we approached

A voice called and I turned to see this so

built, with thick dark tuffs of hair,

pale, and his lips looked

jawline was chizzled to perfection,

a tingly feeling

was very very hot. Let's just

asked, his voice was smooth

eyes stared

is Grey." Sin said

never left me, "Grey

voice that made me get the point that in

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

nodded. After all sin

made a gruff noise as

eyes on

sat down, across from me, and

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

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

table, making sure my heels dug

a small motion of

eyes remained trained on mine,

eyes flickered over to mine, as he

"Da"

eyes reluctantly left

ya ne mogu prodolzhat' postavlyat' vam ruki,

you arms until you can secure me your word

What kind of artillery was he supplying

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

mogu bez tebya

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

I continued to play the

mafia

me, his eyes trained on me, "So Grey...how old are

if I was to speak, and opened

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