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,

mouth, as the door to

suit from earlier

This asshole.

me a childish grin, as

my cheeks

joined the Mafia?" He spoke, his voice low and

onto my face,

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

I smiled a little.

eyes, bore into mine, as he looked at me with such

me carrying you out

a breath as I sat up,

Fuck yeah I knew.

and a

as he dragged me

I pressed myself into him, I molded myself to

over mine, and everything

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

I didn't fall over that bridge, maybe if I didn't

maybe, maybe maybe

Fuck maybe.