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, and panty-dropping

my mouth, as

earlier tonight, his hair messy-yet FUCKINNG

This asshole.

grin, as he stepped towards

felt my

have joined the Mafia?"

slow grin broke out onto my face, "we should write a

and shook his head, "who'd want to read

I smiled a little.

into mine, as he looked at me with such

you make me carrying you out of the river, worth while...and be

in a breath as I

Fuck yeah I knew.

and a fire

dragged me off of the bed, and into his

into him, I molded myself to fit

mine, and everything seemed

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, I've been shot at, isolated, kidnapped, beaten, almost-raped, and Ive spent half of my life in an academy learning how

shit, and it seems as though this...man

if I didn't fall over that bridge, maybe if I didn't beat

maybe maybe

Fuck maybe.