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 panty-dropping

my mouth, as the door to Sinister's room

wore the suit from earlier tonight,

This asshole.

a childish grin, as he stepped towards my sprawled

my

would have joined the Mafia?" He

broke out onto my face, "we should write

"who'd 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 out

as I sat up, "I don't know..." I

Fuck yeah I knew.

and a fire

as he dragged me off of the

my body, as I pressed myself into him, I molded myself to fit into him

over mine, and everything seemed to

the fact that my father was in the Mafia, I've been shot

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

steal stebneskies launch codes, maybe if I didn't fall over that bridge, maybe if I didn't beat the shit outta Viktor, maybe if I didn't join the academy, maybe if

maybe, maybe maybe maybe

Fuck maybe.