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 a smile.

vous français?" He asked me. (You

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

me up as I reluctantly pulled on

a few

sighed impatiently, "I can't carry you

god I'm not an idiot

shrugged, "you couldn't ten minutes

the past. I don't look

you might want

impatiently "and why Mr. Solvact, would I

dropped

a waiter who showed us to

do not talk." He said

Solvact, welcome." A voice called and I turned to see

thick dark tuffs of

was pale, and his lips

perfection, his teeth were white

tingly feeling all through

hot. Let's just leave

asked, his voice

stared

is Grey."

left me,

said, in such an overpowering and controlling voice that made me

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

nothing, I just nodded. After all sin

made a gruff noise as he led me

Viktor's eyes on

sat down, across from me, and

"Ne volnuytes', ona ne ponimayet russkiy, yeye IQ

worry she doesn't understand Russian, her IQ doesn't reach quite

the table, making

small motion of irritation, but

eyes remained trained on mine, "vy uvereny?"

over to mine, as he

"Da"

reluctantly left

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

until you can secure me

arms? What kind of artillery was

ponimayu, no Viktor ne perestanet prodolzhit' rabotu vashikh muzhchin. Sovetskiy Mafiya ne mozhet prodolzhat' protsvetat'

mogu bez

but Viktor you will not cease to continue your men's work. The Soviet Mafia cannot continue to thrive

understood. I continued

minutes of back and forth mafia conversating, they seemed to

me, his eyes trained

urge to look at Sin, to ask if I was to speak, and opened my mouth to reply,

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