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, guns, and panty-dropping

mouth, as the door to Sinister's

earlier tonight, his

This asshole.

grin, as he

felt my

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

slow grin broke out onto my

want to read a

I smiled a little.

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

paused, "will you make me carrying you

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

Fuck yeah I knew.

mine, and

me off of the bed, and into

into him, I molded myself to

formed over mine, and everything seemed to

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

seems as though this...man that is kissing me now...is to

maybe if I didn't beat the

maybe maybe maybe

Fuck maybe.