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.

you dare get my..." I glanced down at my floor length, tight ivory colored wedding dress. God bless, he didn't get any blood on

ideal attire for a physical interrogation but

man know how long it takes to get into

I hope he doesn't.

was awful for the Italian fuck face to try and make a

there

apprehend is kind of an overstatement, I may have

I definitely shot him

low of me to shoot him in his no-no-square,

clean, and also, I didn't feel

couldn't

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birthday, we had gone

remember I had been winning, like the fiery badass I was,

to raise my weapon, so I stood there, waiting to

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

off the lights of the

he had

height towered over me, he had

well overpower him and steal

further hesitation, I hooked my leg around his ankle, forcing him to the ground. I then kneed him in the stomach

the scope of the gun to my eyes, wanting to shoot him right

as I lowered my gun to see

A beautiful diamond ring.

dropped my gun. I

slowly raised

"Grey Aleksei Dante Rave-"

"YES."

I'm impatient.

what I was going to say. Maybe I was trying to tell you that you're kicked

"fine fine, continue venting."

what? No. I'm not venting, Jesus child, I'm

I grinned "okay,

He glared at me.

do it, I

and

never force you into heels 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

down my face, I had never been so

to marry me? Is that right?"