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 the door to

from earlier tonight, his hair

This asshole.

childish grin, as he stepped towards my

felt my

joined

slow grin broke out onto my face, "we should

want to

I smiled a little.

mine, as he looked at me with such

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

I sat up, "I don't

Fuck yeah I knew.

connected with mine, and a fire burned

legs weaken, as he dragged me off of

hands roamed my body, as I pressed myself into him, I molded myself to

over mine, and everything seemed to

back, I have lived through the massacre of 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

it seems as though

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

maybe maybe maybe

Fuck maybe.