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

asked me.

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

of the car holding me up as I reluctantly

a few

"I can't carry

need you to you asshole, god I'm not an

couldn't ten minutes

was in the past. I don't

you might want

sighed impatiently "and why Mr. Solvact, would I

just dropped your purse

a waiter who showed us

little girl, do not talk." He said through gritted

I turned to see this so

tall, and built, with thick dark tuffs of hair, and brown amber

his lips

to perfection, his

left a tingly

very very hot. Let's just leave it

this is?" He asked, his voice was

stared into

is Grey." Sin

left me,

in such an overpowering and controlling voice that made me

warm hands grasped mine, and his pale pink lips landed a hot kiss on my

I just nodded. After all

noise as he led me to a

felt Viktor's eyes on me as

sat down, across from me, and Viktor

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

get down to business. Don't worry she doesn't understand Russian, her IQ doesn't reach quite

under the table, making

motion of irritation, but was

mine, "vy uvereny?" (Are you

to mine, as he

"Da"

eyes reluctantly left

vam ruki, poka vy ne mozhete obespechit' mne slovo

men are unprotected, I cannot continue to supply you arms until you can secure me your word

arms? What kind of artillery was

ne perestanet prodolzhit' rabotu vashikh muzhchin. Sovetskiy

bez tebya

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

I understood. I continued to play the role of an idiot who did now understand a lick of

15 minutes of back and forth mafia

eyes trained on me, "So

I was to speak, and opened

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