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

chewed on the inside of my mouth, as

suit from earlier tonight, his hair messy-yet FUCKINNG

This asshole.

a childish grin, as he stepped towards

felt my cheeks

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

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

head, "who'd want to read a book about

I smiled a little.

as

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

sucked in a breath as I

Fuck yeah I knew.

with mine, and

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

into him,

over mine,

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

shit, and it seems as though this...man that is kissing me now...is to

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

maybe, maybe maybe maybe

Fuck maybe.