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, and

mouth, as the door to Sinister's

from earlier

This asshole.

as he stepped towards my sprawled

felt my cheeks

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

grin broke out onto my face, "we should

want to read a book

I smiled a little.

bore into mine, as he looked at me with

Ravenwood..." He paused, "will you make me carrying you

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

Fuck yeah I knew.

lips connected with mine, and a fire

he dragged me off of

body, as I pressed myself into him, I molded myself to

lips formed over mine, and everything seemed

father was

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

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

maybe maybe maybe

Fuck maybe.