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.

floor length, tight ivory colored wedding dress. God bless, he didn't get any blood on

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

this man know how long it takes to get into this

I hope he doesn't.

face to try and make a move to escape

I had been there to apprehend the

an overstatement, I may have shot him in the

No, I definitely shot him

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

is a fortune to clean, and also, I

believe I was getting married. I couldn't help but smile at how

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20th birthday,

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

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

stuck up, powerful, gorgeous, and absolutely heart

the lights of the

eyes smiled at me, he had this

height towered over me, he had taken

had suddenly come to the epiphany that I could very well overpower him and steal

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 of

smile still on his face, and I raised the scope of the gun to my

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

A beautiful diamond ring.

my gun. I couldn't

he slowly raised himself up

"Grey Aleksei Dante Rave-"

"YES."

I'm impatient.

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

"fine fine, continue venting."

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

"okay, okay.

He glared at me.

it, I believe in

grinned and shook his

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

face, I had

marry me? Is that right?"