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.

family with anger issues,

chewed on the inside of my mouth, as

wore the suit from earlier tonight,

This asshole.

childish grin, as he stepped towards

felt my

CIA agent, would have joined the Mafia?" He

out onto my face, "we should write a

face and shook his head, "who'd want to read

I smiled a little.

bore into mine, as

make me carrying you out

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

Fuck yeah I knew.

mine, and a

legs weaken, as he dragged me off

myself into him, I molded myself to fit into

over mine, and

on the fact that my father was in the Mafia, I've been shot at, isolated, kidnapped, beaten, almost-raped, and Ive

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

didn't beat the shit outta Viktor, maybe if I didn't join the academy, maybe if

maybe

Fuck maybe.