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,

my mouth, as the door to Sinister's

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

This asshole.

me a childish grin, as he stepped

my

thought the CIA agent, would have joined the Mafia?"

slow grin broke out onto my face, "we

made a face and shook his head, "who'd want to read a book about our fucked up

I smiled a little.

mine, as he looked at me with

Aleksei Dante Ravenwood..." He paused, "will you make me carrying you out of the river,

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

Fuck yeah I knew.

and a

weaken, as he dragged me off of the bed, and into his

myself into him, I molded

mine, and everything seemed

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

fucking shit, and it seems as though

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

maybe maybe maybe

Fuck maybe.