The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 12

"yebat'! Fuck!" he screamed at me as he pushed me into the car, and a rather nice car at that, if I wasn't mistaken it was a Ferrari Enzo.

I smiled proudly at myself as he slid the belt around my waist and slammed the door.

I kicked him in his dick, and right now I was quite proud of my aim.

He started the car, pushing his foot hard into the accelerator.

"Don't ever, grab me again." I muttered to him.

I saw a small smile form on the tips of his lips, "You have a strong kick,

malen'kaya devochka. Little girl." He muttered.

"It'll be even more painful when i take these shoes" I waved the heels in his face "And shove them against your dick, while shoving my foot up your ass hole.".

"That shouldn't have made me hard." He muttered. But I sure as fuck heard him.

I shook my head.

"So what is this dinner anyways? And why do I have to dress like a whore?" I asked.

His hands gripped the wheel, "You don't need to know. Just stay quiet, and everything should go okay."

"Um excuse me Mr. Sinister, I kinda need a little more than a script."

"Don't call me that." He muttered, never keeping his eyes off the road.

"I think I want to, that is unless you want to tell me why I'm suppose to be a Slut, and why were going out to dinner." I muttered.

He sighed, his knuckles grew white on the steering wheel of his Ferrari.

"My supplier. That's all you need to know, pretend like this dinner is one of your missions. My supplier is the bad guy. Stay away from him."

"I am a trained assassin." I said with a smile "I could you know...take him out."

He let out a noise that sounded like something in between a laugh and a sigh.

"What's his name?" I tried again.

His foot pressed harder on the Excelerator as he sped up, "Viktor."

He seemed touchy at the subject, so I decided to be a good person for once and drop it.

I pressed my head against the window and sighed, what have I gotten myself into?

"Just...don't mention anything about who you are." He muttered.

"Yeah duh."

He pulled into a place called coucher de soleil. I guessed a fancy French restaurant.

It was gorgeous, a large white marbled building with glass windows and red roses surrounding the base of the building.

"Belle" I sighed with a smile. (Beautiful)

"Parlez vous français?" He asked me. (You speak French?)

"Oui" I smiled. (Yes)

He helped me out of the car holding me up as I reluctantly pulled on the death shoes.

I took a few wobbled steps.

He sighed impatiently, "I can't carry you inside suka."

I frowned "I don't need you to you asshole, god I'm not an idiot I can walk in heels."

He shrugged, "you couldn't ten minutes ago."

"That was in the past. I don't look back."

"Well you might want to."

I sighed impatiently "and why Mr. Solvact, would I want to look back?"

"Because you just dropped your purse suka."

We walked inside, greeted by a waiter who showed us to our table.

"Remember little girl, do not talk." He said through gritted teeth as we approached a table.

"Mr. Solvact, welcome." A voice called and I turned to see this so called Viktor.

He was tall, and built, with thick dark tuffs of hair, and brown amber eyes.

He was pale, and his lips looked stained pink.

His jawline was chizzled to perfection, his teeth were white and straight. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

His presence left a tingly feeling all through me.

He was very very hot. Let's just leave it at that.

"And this is?" He asked, his voice was smooth and calculated.

His eyes stared into mine

"This is Grey." Sin said quickly.

Viktors eyes never left me, "Grey what?"

"Just Grey." sin said, in such an overpowering and controlling voice that made me get the point that in this situation, I had no last name.

"Pleasure, Miss. Grey." He said as his warm hands grasped mine, and his pale pink lips landed a hot kiss on my knuckles.

I said nothing, I just nodded. After all sin had told me not to talk right?

Sin made a gruff noise as he led me to a chair.

I felt Viktor's eyes on me as I sat.

Sin roughly sat down, across from me, and Viktor also sat across from me.

"Davayte pristupim k delu." Sins eyes flickered over to me. "Ne volnuytes', ona ne ponimayet russkiy, yeye IQ ne dostignet dostatochno daleko."

(Let's get down to business. Don't worry she doesn't understand Russian, her IQ doesn't reach quite that far.)

I kicked him under the table, making sure my heels dug into his skin.

He made a small motion of irritation, but was silent.

Viktors eyes remained trained on mine, "vy uvereny?" (Are you sure?)

Sins eyes flickered over to mine, as he hesitated.

"Da"

Viktors eyes reluctantly left mine.

"moi lyudi ne zashchishcheny, ya ne mogu prodolzhat' postavlyat' vam ruki, poka vy ne mozhete obespechit' mne slovo bezopasnosti dlya moikh lyudey."

(my men are unprotected, I cannot continue to supply you arms until you can secure me your word of safety for my men)

I frowned, arms? What kind of artillery was he supplying Sin?

"YA ponimayu, no Viktor ne perestanet prodolzhit' rabotu vashikh muzhchin. Sovetskiy Mafiya ne mozhet prodolzhat' protsvetat' bez menya, i ya

ne mogu bez tebya protsvetat'."

(I understand, but Viktor you will not cease to continue your men's work. The Soviet Mafia cannot continue to thrive without me, and I cannot thrive without you.)

I watched the conversation play out, as they both spoke in fluent Russian, which I understood. I continued to play the role of an idiot who did now understand a lick of Russian.

After about 15 minutes of back and forth mafia conversating, they seemed to actually notice my presence.

Viktor turned to me, his eyes trained on me, "So Grey...how old are you?"

I resisted the urge to look at Sin, to ask if I was to speak, and opened my mouth to reply, but Sin beat me to it.

"Not old enough i'll tell you that." he paused, his blue eyes flickered over to mine, "Malen'kaya shlyukha ona, vy ne dolzhny tratit' glaza na neye" (Little whore she is, you shouldn't waste your eye on her)

My lips pursed as I resisted the urge to strangle Sin.

Viktor's eyes trailed across me.

"Ona yavlyayetsya odnim iz vashikh shlyukh?" (She is one of your whores?)

Sin didn't as much as look over at me, "Da."

So I did the only nessicary thing, i kicked his knee hard with my heel.

But fuck me for not thinking through my actions because Viktor noticed my sudden motion of irritation.

His dark eyebrows furrowed for only a moment before returning to their natural state.

"Sin, could you pick me some of the finest wine from the bar? You honestly do have the best taste." He said while staring directly at me, as if he wasn't talking to Sin at all.

"Um...I don't have the best taste." Sin said as his blue orbs flashed at mine.

"I trust you."

"Okay." He slowly and reluctantly got up.

now it was me and Viktor, sitting across from each other, and in this moment alI wanted to do was crawl under the table and stay there forever, but I then reminded myself that this was just another one of my missions. I could do this.

"Vy govorite Rossii , ne tak li?" (You speak Russian, don't you?)

I stared at him pretending to be oblivious, "What?"

"Vy govorite Rossii." He stated, more than asked. (you speak Russian.)

"I'm sorry Sir, I don't speak Russian, could you please repeat what you just said in English?" I flashed him a stupid smile.

His head cocked to the side, as if this was a challenge to him.

"Tak malo shlyukha vashego Solvact ne yavlyayutsya vy ?" (So your Solvacts little whore?)

"Please speak in English" I said awkwardly.

but he went at it again, "On ne ochen' khorosho s yego malen'kiye neryakhi , on trakhayet zhestkiy i znachit ne delayet on ?" (He's not very nice with his little sluts, he fucks hard and mean doesnt he?)

I couldn't help but wince ever so slightly, but that seemed to be enough for him.

"So you do speak Russian, Yes?"

"No" I mumbled.

"Don't lie little one, I saw it in your eyes...you heard every word of our conversation, you must speak it fluently to be able to understand all that we said."

"I took Russian in high school, I barley know any" I lied.

"Liar.lzhets" He said his amber eyes twinkling.

"No" was all I said, but he seemed to see through the glass, as he flashed me an evil wink.

Sin came back moments later, "Crimea, my favorite."

"spasibo. Thank you. Vy skazat', chto ona yavlyayetsya shlyukha ? tak, to kak ... dogovora torgov , ya mogu derzhat' yeye v techeniye nochi ." (you say she is a whore? so then as a...treaty of trading, i can keep her for the night.)

I froze and as I looked at Sin I knew that there was no way out.

Me and the Russian mob supplier were going to have a...slumber party...of some sort.