The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

GREY'S POV:

"What the shit fuck is going on?"

My fists froze in place as they were about to smash into some Italian scums face.

I frowned and turned towards Xavier, his dark eyebrows flew into his hairline as he stared at my situation.

Oh yeah, this might not look right.

I was wearing my wedding dress, while interrogating some bastard Italian prick fuck, who had targeted our trafficking shipment.

I had been warned not to get into "mischief" or ruin my expensive gown that I was supposed to walk down the isle with in a matter of minutes.

Yuck, formalities can suck my dick. I hate the color white, and I hate waiting for some religious pastor dude to have Sinister and I married.

It takes too fucking long.

Also I just want our honeymoon to happen already so I can fuck that sexy emo God.

Mamà likey.

"Grey?" Xavier's face pure shock.

I wiped my hands on a towel.

"Hm?"

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I frowned and suddenly realization dawned on me.

Ohh, I think he's talking about my interrogation that he rudely interrupted.

"Interrogation. What does it look like I'm doing , you dumb fuck?"

(Jk ily)

He said nothing, only stared at my situation, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't bring himself to form the words.

Whatta moron.

I jumped back when the Italian sum spat up blood at me.

glanced down at my floor length, tight

not exactly the ideal attire for a physical interrogation but

this man know how long it takes to

I hope he doesn't.

for the Italian fuck face to try and make a move

had been there to

kind of an overstatement, I may have shot him in the

No, I definitely

shoot him in his no-no-square, but I couldn't take

a fortune to clean, and also, I didn't

believe I was getting married. I couldn't help but smile at how Sinister had asked

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was my 20th birthday, we had

fiery badass I was, when Sin had snuck up, his gun

didn't have enough time to raise my weapon, so I stood there,

smile, his cocky, stuck up, powerful, gorgeous, and absolutely

lip ring glinted off the

me, he had this victorious look in those

towered over me, he had taken a step

the epiphany that I could very well overpower him and

I then kneed him in the stomach and lurched forward so I was able to grab his gun out of his

raised the scope of the gun to my eyes, wanting to

scope, I frowned as I lowered

A beautiful diamond ring.

gun. I couldn't

his smile as he slowly raised himself up to one

"Grey Aleksei Dante Rave-"

"YES."

I'm impatient.

"you don't even know what I was going to say. Maybe I was trying to tell you that you're kicked out of

"fine fine, continue venting."

"wait what? No. I'm not venting, Jesus child, I'm proposing, not telling you

I grinned "okay, okay.

He glared at me.

it, I believe

grinned and shook his

again. Marry me, because every time we go to the beach, I'll throw you into the water. Marry me, because you'll always be my little suka. Marry me, because I'll chase you to Paris and back. Marry me because I need you. Marry me, because I will always protect you. Marry me, because you're the only one I want to grow old with. Marry me, because our love is the only thing that will ever truly stay gold. Marry me, because even through being drugged, kidnapped, bombed, shot at, yelled at, cursed at, and so much more, we

had never been so happy

sec, you want to marry me?