The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance novel 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.

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.