The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 1

Okay guys, this is my first story I've ever written on Wattpad, so I'm sorry for grammatical/plot errors. If you're looking for a well written book, I recommend "I Am Not A Prostitute" . Love you guys!!

I was like...13 when I wrote this book, so PLEASE have mercy on my soul.

I was a seriously fucked up 13 year old though :)

I wrote this story many years ago, it's entertaining, but there are a fuck ton of errors.

Feel free to check out my story "I Am Not A Prostitute" , it has WAYYY more smut and a lot less grammatical errors :)

Edit on 6/2/20...don't do it. Don't read it. I promise it's not as good as you think it'll be. It's entertaining but not as sexy as you'd think.
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I sprinted along the rooftops, pausing every now and then to check my time.
My steps never faltered, my breath never hitched, and I was indestructible.

I slid off the tin paneling roof, slipping down the rain covered metal, I gripped onto a pipe and swung myself down, landing perfectly

Wiping the blood off my hands and sliding the knife back into my hidden side strap,
I sighed and straightened out my thin black dress. I hiked up my straps and tucked my wig behind my ears, I then walked into the restaurant.

"Ms. Roland we missed you." Stebninsky greeted me as he rose and helped me into my seat.

Roland was my fake name that the agency gave to me for my mission, all I had to do now was retrieve the stolen launch codes from Stebninsky's front jacket pocket, and I was home free.

"Oh yes, pardon me I had to freshen up." I said flashing him a bright and fake smile.
He nodded and took his seat, one of his many body guards suddenly leaned down and whispered something into his ear.

I pretended to act oblivious, and looked around the room like the idiot my fake identity had prone me out to be.

"Miss, I am sorry for the rude interruption but I am afraid I have to be going, I have buisness to take care of, my guard will make sure you make it home safely."

Bullshït.

I nodded, "what business?"

He's probably going to go jack-off.

He gave me a bull shit answer.
"Charity fundraisers. I need to set up for the fundraisers for tomorrow and I'm afraid it cannot wait. Goodbye."

Lies.

He stood, bowed down to me, shot one of his guards a look and left.

That's right, bow down to me motherfücker.

"I have to relieve myself, excuse me." I said softly as I briskly walked past the guard.

I needed those codes, and now was my chance, I wouldn't and couldn't fail.

I walked down a hall, slipping past the kitchen I made my way out to the back ally of the restaurant and sure enough, I found Stebninsky surrounded by two body guards talking to a man hidden by the shadows.
Four against one? No problem.

I sighed as I pressed my hands together and slid out my hand gun with its silencer.
I stepped out from the shadows and aimed my gun at the guards first, they went down fast and silent with the excuse of a popping like noise the gun made.