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.

anger issues, guns, and

of my mouth, as the

still wore the suit from earlier tonight, his hair messy-yet

This asshole.

a childish grin, as he stepped towards

my

agent, would have joined the Mafia?" He spoke, his voice low

out onto my face, "we should

and shook his head, "who'd want to read a book about our fucked

I smiled a little.

mine, as he looked

carrying you out of the river, worth while...and

in a breath as I sat up,

Fuck yeah I knew.

mine, and

legs weaken, as he dragged me

myself into him, I molded myself to fit into him

formed over mine, and

on the fact that my father was in the Mafia, I've been shot at, isolated, kidnapped,

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

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

maybe, maybe

Fuck maybe.