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,

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

the suit from earlier tonight, his

This asshole.

gave me a childish grin, as he stepped towards

felt my

joined the

out onto my face, "we should write a

and shook his head, "who'd want to

I smiled a little.

as he looked at

carrying you out of the river,

sucked in a breath as I sat up, "I

Fuck yeah I knew.

and a fire burned between

as he dragged me off of the bed, and into his

body, as I pressed myself into him, I

lips formed over mine, and everything seemed

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 to

much fucking shit, and it seems as though

steal 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

Fuck maybe.