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 smile.

français?" He asked me.

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

me up

took a few wobbled

can't carry you

you to you asshole, god I'm not an idiot I can walk

"you couldn't

was in the past. I don't

you might want

"and why Mr. Solvact, would I want to

you just dropped

waiter who showed us to our

not talk." He said through

A voice called and I

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

his lips looked stained

was chizzled to perfection, his teeth

presence left a tingly feeling all

very very hot. Let's

asked, his voice was smooth and

eyes stared into

is Grey." Sin said

eyes never left me, "Grey

that made me get

He said as his warm hands grasped mine, and his pale pink lips

just nodded. After all sin had told me not to talk

as

Viktor's eyes on

roughly sat down, across from me, and Viktor

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

worry she doesn't

making

made a small motion of

trained on mine, "vy

to

"Da"

eyes reluctantly left

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

arms until you can secure

kind of artillery

muzhchin. Sovetskiy Mafiya

mogu bez tebya

The Soviet Mafia cannot continue to thrive without me, and I cannot thrive

conversation play out, as they both spoke in fluent Russian, which I understood. I continued to play the role of an idiot who did

and forth mafia conversating, they seemed to actually

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

was to speak, and opened my mouth to reply, but

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