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 floor length, tight ivory colored wedding dress.

ideal attire for a physical interrogation but I didn't

this man know how long it takes

I hope he doesn't.

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

had been there to

an overstatement, I may

not "may have". No, I definitely shot him in

of me to shoot him in his no-no-square, but I couldn't take him down wearing a wedding

is a fortune to clean, and also, I

getting married. I couldn't

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was my 20th birthday, we had

badass I was, when Sin had

weapon, so I stood there, waiting

his smile, his cocky, stuck up,

ring glinted off the lights of the dimly

icy eyes smiled at me, he had this victorious look in

over me, he had taken a step

epiphany that I could very well overpower him and steal his weapon, at the angle and direction

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

ground a small smile still on his face, and I raised the scope of the gun to my eyes, wanting to shoot him right in the tits, because I'm weird like

I frowned as I lowered my gun to see

A beautiful diamond ring.

my gun. I couldn't

slowly raised himself up to

"Grey Aleksei Dante Rave-"

"YES."

I'm impatient.

I was going to say. Maybe I was trying to tell you that

"fine fine, continue venting."

brows formed together, "wait what? No. I'm not venting, Jesus child, I'm proposing,

grinned "okay, okay. Go

He glared at me.

it, I believe

and

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,

down my face, I had never been so

you want to marry me? Is that right?" I