The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance novel 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.

I had a safe house, some family friends living in Paris, although I spent most of my life living in the academy, I still had outside connections.

I had a bank account set up along banks around the world, with plenty of money to help me get by.

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

It was Miami, I didn't understand why it was so cold, I guess because it was winter, and the middle of the night, but I was still confused. I had thought Miami was always hot.

Goes to show you how much I know about the real world.

I was surprised that there was a shop open this late at night, but I was thankful for this cheap sweatshirt.

I continued walking down the low lit street, Miami seemed to be pretty awake. Not as much so as New York City, but there were still people up and lights on.

I noticed a car that had been behind me ever since I left the Hotel and I internally punched myself for not noticing it sooner.

I tug my thin hand deeper into the pockets of my jacket until they clamped down on the handle of my handgun. I reassured myself one more time, by switching the safety off.

If these guys were the Italians-and they were trailing me. Then I probably needed to kill them.

I 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 sushi restaurant- and sure enough...the car turned too.

I stepped back deeper until I was in the shadows, and the lights of the car washed over the wall next to me.

With a soft rumble the car shut off, and four men got out.

They were all dressed in black-I'm not surprised.

And they were speaking Italian.

"Grey?" A voice called out- a familiar voice.