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.

issues,

inside of my mouth, as

earlier tonight, his

This asshole.

a childish grin, as he stepped towards my

felt my

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

my face,

want to

I smiled a little.

eyes, bore into mine, as he looked at me with

"will you make me carrying you out of the river, worth

breath as I sat up, "I

Fuck yeah I knew.

and a fire burned

my legs weaken, as he dragged me off of

into him,

mine, and everything seemed to

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

shit, and it seems as though this...man that is kissing me now...is

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

maybe maybe

Fuck maybe.