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

vous français?" He asked me. (You

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

car holding me

a

impatiently, "I can't carry you inside

don't need you to you asshole, god I'm not

shrugged, "you couldn't

the past. I don't look

you might want

sighed impatiently "and why Mr. Solvact, would I want to look

dropped your

walked inside, greeted by a waiter who

talk." He said through gritted

voice called and I turned to

and built, with thick dark tuffs of hair, and

and his lips looked

chizzled to perfection,

tingly

very very hot. Let's

He asked, his voice was

eyes stared into

Grey." Sin said

never left me,

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

and his pale pink lips landed a hot kiss

I just nodded. After all

made a gruff noise as he

eyes on me as I

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

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

business. Don't worry she doesn't understand Russian, her IQ

under the table, making sure my heels

small motion

on mine, "vy uvereny?"

to

"Da"

reluctantly

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

arms until you can secure me your word of safety

of

muzhchin. Sovetskiy Mafiya ne

bez

your men's work. The Soviet Mafia cannot

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

about 15 minutes of back and forth mafia conversating, they

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

at Sin, to ask if I was to speak,

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