Grey POV
What the fucking fuck.
I'm in the mother fucking Mafia.
Who would have thought, that the "type" of people I had sought out to destroy, became my new...family.
Kinda.
Slayer still kinda gets on my nerves, Nikolai is a creepy cutie, Xavier is...Xavier, and Sinister...well I really didn't know what he was to me. Was he my boyfriend? My "mob boss with benefits" ?
I didn't have a mother fucking clue.
all I knew was two things.
1- I'm in the Russian Mafia bitch.
2- I am unconditionally, and unmistakably, head over heels for Sinister.
It's a crazy thought, and even now as I sit, playing with a gun, dressed in my monkey pajamas in resemblance to the aftermath of me swearing to omertà, sitting on the bed of a Mob bosses hotel room, I'm happy.
Sitting on Sinister's bed-to be more specific.
I was, truly happy, for the first time since my whole family was taken from me.
I have a new family now.
with anger issues, guns, and
on the inside of my mouth, as the door to Sinister's
still wore the suit from earlier
This asshole.
childish grin, as he stepped towards my
my
would have thought the CIA agent, would have joined the Mafia?" He spoke, his voice low
out onto my face, "we should
want to read a book
I smiled a little.
into mine, as he
you make me carrying you out of the
sucked in a breath as I sat up, "I
Fuck yeah I knew.
with mine, and a fire burned between
dragged me off of
hands roamed my body, as I pressed myself into him, I molded myself to fit into him
over mine,
family, I've come to senses on the fact that my father was in the Mafia, I've been shot at, isolated, kidnapped, beaten, almost-raped, and Ive spent half of my life in an academy learning how
and it seems as though this...man that is kissing me now...is to
maybe if I didn't beat the shit outta Viktor, maybe if I didn't join the academy, maybe if
maybe maybe
Fuck maybe.