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, guns,

on the inside of my mouth, as the door to

wore the suit from earlier tonight, his hair messy-yet FUCKINNG

This asshole.

childish grin, as he stepped towards my sprawled

my

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

out onto my

"who'd want to read a book

I smiled a little.

into mine, as he looked at me

"will you make me carrying you out of the river,

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

Fuck yeah I knew.

lips connected with mine, and

dragged me off of the bed, and into

myself into him, I

formed over mine, and everything seemed

to senses on the fact that my father was in the Mafia,

so much fucking shit, and it seems as though

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

maybe

Fuck maybe.