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.

with anger issues, guns, and panty-dropping

the inside of my mouth, as the door to Sinister's room flew

wore the suit from earlier tonight,

This asshole.

grin, as he stepped towards my sprawled

felt my

CIA agent, would have joined the

out onto my face, "we should write

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

I smiled a little.

into mine, as he

Ravenwood..." He paused, "will you make me carrying you out of the river, worth

breath as I sat up, "I don't know..."

Fuck yeah I knew.

mine, and

weaken, as he dragged me off of the bed,

hands roamed my body, as I pressed myself into him, I molded myself to fit

over mine, and everything seemed to

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

fucking shit, and it seems

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

maybe

Fuck maybe.