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.

my..." I glanced down at my floor length, tight ivory colored

exactly the ideal attire for a physical

long it takes to

I hope he doesn't.

awful for the Italian fuck face to try and make a move to escape

been there

of an overstatement, I

"may have". No, I definitely shot him

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

is a fortune to clean, and

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

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20th birthday, we had gone

had been winning, like the fiery badass I was, when Sin

raise my weapon, so I stood

cocky, stuck up, powerful, gorgeous,

off the

had this victorious look

over me, he had taken

very well overpower him and steal his weapon, at the

his ankle, forcing him to the ground. I then kneed him in the stomach and lurched forward so I was able to grab his gun out

a small smile still on his face, and I raised the scope of the gun to my eyes, wanting to shoot him

something shinny appeared in the scope, I frowned as I lowered my gun to

A beautiful diamond ring.

dropped my gun. I couldn't

slowly

"Grey Aleksei Dante Rave-"

"YES."

I'm impatient.

I was going to say. Maybe I was trying to tell you that you're kicked out of the Mafia, and this is your going away

"fine fine, continue venting."

I'm not venting, Jesus child, I'm

"okay,

He glared at me.

do it, I believe in you."

grinned and shook his

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

my face, I had never been

marry