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,

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

still wore the suit from earlier tonight, his hair

This asshole.

grin, as he stepped towards

my cheeks

agent, would have joined

onto my face, "we should write a

head, "who'd want to

I smiled a little.

eyes, bore into mine, as he looked

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

breath as I

Fuck yeah I knew.

with mine, and a fire burned between

me off of the bed, and into his

I pressed myself into him, I molded myself to fit into him

formed over mine, and everything

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

been through so much fucking shit, and it seems as though this...man that

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

maybe

Fuck maybe.