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,

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

from earlier tonight, his hair messy-yet

This asshole.

grin, as

my

would have joined

onto my

and shook his head, "who'd want to

I smiled a little.

mine, as he

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

breath as I

Fuck yeah I knew.

connected with mine, and a fire burned

my legs weaken, as he dragged me off of

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

mine, and everything seemed to

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

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

maybe, maybe maybe maybe

Fuck maybe.