The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 25

SIN'S POV!!! (Sorry I know I haven't done these lately)

I stood there dumbfounded, and wordless.

She left, she really left.

It was my fault. I told her that I didn't care about her, when I really did.

I guess that was my own way of dealing and coping with reality was just to push things away, and pretend like nothing ever happened.

But here was this gorgeous, strong, girl who had flipped my world upside down.

She made me rethink everything that I did, and that wasn't okay. The Soviet Mafia would crash and burn without me, and she was making me question everything that I did for my Country. It just wasn't safe.

So I did the only thing that I knew how to do...and that was to push her away.

I had never really taken an interest into a specific girl, sure I would see some hot chick and fuck her, or I would go through a line of strippers and whores.

But Grey was probably the first girl that I had talked to, liked, and not fucked.

And sure that isn't a Bonnie and Clyde, or a Romeo and Juliet Romance, but it was more than I've ever had.

But now she was fucking gone.

I pulled out my phone, and dialed Nikolai's number.

"I need you to do something for me..."

GREY'S POV

I pulled the cheap dollar store hood over my head, thankful for the black cloth to protect me.

I wasn't really going to the Italians, they'd kill me.

although I spent most of my life living in the academy, I

around the world,

as the freezing wind slapped me across the face. I shuttered and tried wrapping the baggy sweatshirt tighter around

guess because it was winter, and the middle of the

show you how much

there was a shop open this late at night,

be pretty awake. Not as much so as New York City, but there

noticed a car that had been behind me ever since I left the Hotel

thin hand deeper into the pockets of my jacket until they clamped down on the handle of my

guys were the Italians-and they were trailing

couldn't do it out in the open, so I did a little half run-half walk across the street, and into an ally behind some cheap closed

in the shadows, and the lights of the car washed

the car shut off,

dressed in black-I'm not

were speaking

called out- a familiar

Viktor.

and stupidly stepped out from the

his head to

of his sides remained

eyes flickered over me...all

None of those Russian fucks?" I noticed that his probably

my teeth, "I don't need

turned upwards in a

Why are you doing this?

happen, sweetie. The Italians and the Russians have always been in war, maybe not always in

I asked, with another

its my turn for a question..." He

a girl." I

one has the skills and

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