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 ivory colored wedding dress. God bless, he didn't get

exactly the ideal attire for a physical interrogation but

know how long it takes to

I hope he doesn't.

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

there

an overstatement, I may have shot

not "may have". No, I

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

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

I couldn't

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birthday, we had

had been winning, like the fiery badass I was,

to raise my weapon, so I stood there,

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

glinted off the

at me, he had this

over me, he

epiphany that I could very well overpower him

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

to the ground a small smile still on his face, and I raised the scope of the

I frowned as

A beautiful diamond ring.

gun.

he slowly raised

"Grey Aleksei Dante Rave-"

"YES."

I'm impatient.

I was trying to tell you

"fine fine, continue venting."

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

"okay, okay.

He glared at me.

do it, I believe in

and

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 have

down my face, I had never been so happy

a sec, you want to marry me? Is that right?" I