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.

asked

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

out of the car holding me up as I reluctantly pulled

a

"I can't carry you

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

shrugged, "you couldn't

the past. I don't

might

impatiently "and why Mr. Solvact, would I want

dropped

walked inside, greeted by a waiter who

talk." He said through gritted

A voice called and I turned to see this so called

dark tuffs of hair, and brown amber

his

perfection, his teeth were white and

tingly feeling

very very hot. Let's just leave it at

asked, his voice was

stared into

Grey." Sin

left

and controlling voice that made me get the point that

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

I just nodded. After all

gruff noise as he led

felt Viktor's eyes on me as I

me, and Viktor also

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

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

under the table, making sure my heels dug

small motion

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

to mine, as he

"Da"

reluctantly left

prodolzhat' postavlyat' vam ruki,

unprotected, I cannot continue to supply you arms until you can secure me your word of safety

of artillery was he

perestanet prodolzhit' rabotu vashikh muzhchin. Sovetskiy Mafiya ne

bez

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

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

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

trained on

if I was to speak, and opened my mouth to reply, but Sin beat

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