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.

with anger issues,

inside of my mouth, as the door to

earlier tonight, his hair messy-yet

This asshole.

a childish grin, as he

felt my

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

my face, "we should

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

I smiled a little.

into mine, as he looked

you make me carrying you out of the

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

Fuck yeah I knew.

and

he dragged me off of the bed, and into his

I pressed myself into him, I molded myself

formed over mine, and everything

to hell and 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 spent half of my life in an academy learning how to

fucking shit, and it seems as though

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

maybe, maybe maybe maybe

Fuck maybe.