The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Grey POV

What the fucking fuck.

I'm in the mother fucking Mafia.

Who would have thought, that the "type" of people I had sought out to destroy, became my new...family.

Kinda.

Slayer still kinda gets on my nerves, Nikolai is a creepy cutie, Xavier is...Xavier, and Sinister...well I really didn't know what he was to me. Was he my boyfriend? My "mob boss with benefits" ?

I didn't have a mother fucking clue.

all I knew was two things.

1- I'm in the Russian Mafia bitch.

2- I am unconditionally, and unmistakably, head over heels for Sinister.

It's a crazy thought, and even now as I sit, playing with a gun, dressed in my monkey pajamas in resemblance to the aftermath of me swearing to omertà, sitting on the bed of a Mob bosses hotel room, I'm happy.

Sitting on Sinister's bed-to be more specific.

I was, truly happy, for the first time since my whole family was taken from me.

I have a new family now.

issues, guns,

on the inside of my mouth, as

earlier tonight, his

This asshole.

as he stepped towards my sprawled

my

agent, would have joined the Mafia?"

broke out onto my face, "we should

head, "who'd want to read a book

I smiled a little.

as he

carrying

sucked in a breath as I

Fuck yeah I knew.

and a fire burned between

felt my legs weaken, as he dragged me off of

into him, I

lips formed over mine,

been to hell and back, I have lived through the massacre of my family, I've come to senses on the fact that my father was in the Mafia,

so much fucking shit, and it seems as though this...man

over that bridge, maybe if I didn't beat the shit outta Viktor, maybe

maybe, maybe maybe maybe

Fuck maybe.