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, guns, and

inside of my mouth, as

from earlier tonight, his hair

This asshole.

as

my

have joined the Mafia?"

broke out onto my

head, "who'd want to read a book about our fucked

I smiled a little.

as he

carrying you

in a breath as I sat

Fuck yeah I knew.

lips connected with mine, and a

felt my legs weaken, as he dragged me off of the

into him, I molded

formed over mine,

back, I have lived through the massacre of my family, I've come to senses on the fact that my father

fucking shit, and it seems

maybe if I didn't beat the shit

maybe, maybe maybe

Fuck maybe.