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.

down at my floor length, tight ivory colored wedding dress. God bless,

you Xavier. It's not exactly the ideal attire for a physical interrogation but I didn't exactly have time to

know how long it takes

I hope he doesn't.

was awful for the Italian fuck face to try

there

overstatement, I may

I definitely shot him in the

shoot him in his no-no-square, but

fortune to clean, and

still couldn't believe I was getting married. I couldn't

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birthday, we had gone

remember I had been winning, like the fiery badass I was, when Sin had snuck up, his gun pointed

didn't have enough time to raise my weapon,

stuck up, powerful, gorgeous, and absolutely

glinted off the lights

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

he had taken a

very well overpower him and steal his weapon, at the

around his ankle, forcing him to the ground. I then kneed him in the

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

as I lowered my gun

A beautiful diamond ring.

dropped my gun.

smile as he slowly

"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

"fine fine, continue venting."

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

grinned "okay, okay.

He glared at me.

can do it, I believe in you." I

and shook

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 stayed together. Marry me, because

down my face, I had never been

to marry me? Is that right?"