The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

He was very good looking. Let's just keep it at that, not Sin kind of good looking, but good looking nevertheless. God screw these
damn good looking Russian men.
He had white blonde locks, and dark looking eyes. His skin was pale and flawless, his tall frame and chiseled jaw line made me
see where Sinister and him were related.
That jaw line can cut fucking diamonds.
He stood from his table to greet us.
"sem'ya. Cousin, it's been too long." His accent was thick and strong like Sin's, he was a bred Russian.
He shook Sin's hand, and his dark eyes flashed over to mine.
His eyes seemed to sieze me up, taking in every square inch of my body, drifting over the places where I really didn't want him
to.
NO MÁS
He already gave me the creepy creepies.
"Well, now I see what all of the fuss was about, I mean, yebat' She's beautiful."
I nodded awkwardly, true he might be good looking, but nothing could makeup for how uncomfortable he made me.
It was kind of like the twilight stare, you know?
The whole 'make direct eye contact and fuck it because I'm horny as hell, but I'm going to try and be causal about it'
We sat at the table, Nikolai faced the two of us.
"So cousin tell me, what did this little beauty do to piss of the Italians?" He asked, his fingers pressed together, his face
concentrated on me.
Sinister cleared his throat, "Well um...you see...she kind of beat the living shit out of Viktor when he was coming on to her, and
she knocked him out cold."
Nikolai frowned, "I am confused, how can a girl of um...that size take on someone like Viktor?"

I looked over to Sin, and he gave me a reassuring nod, "We can trust him." He whispered.
All though I felt completely not "Okay" I gave him a sharp nod.
"She's a burned CIA assassin." His eyes went wide, "Don't worry, you have my word, we can trust her." Sin said with a straight
lipped look.
Nikolai seemed to process this for awhile, never breaking eye contact he suddenly let out a laugh
"A girl who can kick ass, I like it!" His face was flushed with laughter, "I assume she doesn't need to be sworn in, considering
that's what she's been doing all her life. So, wait tell me...what did Viktor's face look like when he found out you could kick his
Italian fucking balls?"
What. The. Shitting. Shit?
I thought he was going to freak out, or yell, or go ninja Russian on my ass.
I swallowed and smiled, "Well, I suppose he was kind of...shocked?"
Nikolai let out another laugh, "I suppose so!"
He took a long drink of the liquid in his glass, it was a dark- dark brown...so I assumed it was strong, "Well I must say
Grey...that's your name right?"
"Yes."
"Well..." he took another sip "Welcome to the Family."
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That was probably by far the most weird dinners I have ever had, and I've had some pretty crazy ass dinners.
The drive to the hotel was soft and quiet, probably because were driving in this million and something dollar car.
Wow, Nikolai got drunk fast, that was almost unbelievably fast, and thank god for his body guards to take him back safely.
We pulled into the lot and stepped out of the car.
I opened my mouth to thank Sinister for trusting me, but suddenly there was a flash of light, and smoke flooded my vision.
I covered my eye as the smoke made it difficult to breath, and it was almost impossible to see anything.
I pressed the fabric from my dress over my mouth to help me breathe.
I felt Sinister run by my side, I squinted as he pulled out his gun, and suddenly shadowed men descended upon us.
I screamed as I felt myself being dragged away.
I couldn't see anything, and tears from the gas pooled down my cheeks.
I managed to grab my gun from my leg strap and in a flash, I smashed my captor across the face, I felt the bone of his nose
crumble under the pressure.
He stumbled back and using that moment, I fired a shot into the center of his skull.
I pressed the cloth closer to my face, if it was even possible, I felt my breathing becoming slower.
Suddenly a shadow came out of nowhere, and roughly grabbed me.
You should know that I Grey Aleksei Dante Ravenwood, do not like to be touched, grabbed, poked, hit or manhandled by
anyone.
So I shot him in the head.
And flicked him off.
I slid my body under a car and buried my face deeper into the cloth as my lungs began to drown in the poison.

I felt myself beginning to gag and choke on the gas.
Hot tears spilled down my face.
I mumbled Sinister's same once more, and then suddenly everything was black, and I drowned in the dark.