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.

I sighed with

He asked me. (You speak

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

holding me

a few

impatiently, "I can't carry you

asshole, god I'm

"you couldn't ten

was in the past.

might want

impatiently "and why Mr. Solvact, would

dropped your purse

walked inside, greeted by a waiter who

do not talk." He said

welcome." A voice called and I turned

with thick dark tuffs of

pale, and his lips looked stained

chizzled to perfection,

tingly feeling all through

was very very hot. Let's just leave it at

his

eyes stared

Grey." Sin said

never left

such an overpowering and controlling voice that made me get the point that in this situation, I had no last

mine, and his

just nodded. After all sin had told me not

as he led

eyes on me as

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

k delu." Sins eyes flickered over to me. "Ne volnuytes', ona ne ponimayet russkiy, yeye IQ ne dostignet dostatochno

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

the table, making sure my heels dug into

a small motion of irritation, but

eyes remained trained on mine, "vy uvereny?" (Are you

over to mine, as he

"Da"

eyes reluctantly

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

supply you arms until you can

of artillery was he

ne perestanet prodolzhit' rabotu vashikh muzhchin. Sovetskiy Mafiya

mogu bez tebya

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

fluent Russian, which I understood. I continued to play the role

about 15 minutes of back and forth mafia conversating, they seemed to actually notice my

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

Sin, to ask if I was to

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