The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance novel Chapter 37

GREY'S POV:

"What the shit fuck is going on?"

My fists froze in place as they were about to smash into some Italian scums face.

I frowned and turned towards Xavier, his dark eyebrows flew into his hairline as he stared at my situation.

Oh yeah, this might not look right.

I was wearing my wedding dress, while interrogating some bastard Italian prick fuck, who had targeted our trafficking shipment.

I had been warned not to get into "mischief" or ruin my expensive gown that I was supposed to walk down the isle with in a matter of minutes.

Yuck, formalities can suck my dick. I hate the color white, and I hate waiting for some religious pastor dude to have Sinister and I married.

It takes too fucking long.

Also I just want our honeymoon to happen already so I can fuck that sexy emo God.

Mamà likey.

"Grey?" Xavier's face pure shock.

I wiped my hands on a towel.

"Hm?"

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I frowned and suddenly realization dawned on me.

Ohh, I think he's talking about my interrogation that he rudely interrupted.

"Interrogation. What does it look like I'm doing , you dumb fuck?"

(Jk ily)

He said nothing, only stared at my situation, his mouth opening and closing as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't bring himself to form the words.

Whatta moron.

I jumped back when the Italian sum spat up blood at me.

"Hey! Don't you dare get my..." I glanced down at my floor length, tight ivory colored wedding dress. God bless, he didn't get any blood on it.

"Ohh, okay okay, I see you Xavier. It's not exactly the ideal attire for a physical interrogation but I didn't exactly have time to change."

Does this man know how long it takes to get into this dress?

I hope he doesn't.

The timing was awful for the Italian fuck face to try and make a move to escape the dungeon compound.

Lucky I had been there to apprehend the little shit.

Okay, apprehend is kind of an overstatement, I may have shot him in the dick.

Wait no, not "may have". No, I definitely shot him in the dick.

I know it was low of me to shoot him in his no-no-square, but I couldn't take him down wearing a wedding dress.

This thing is a fortune to clean, and also, I didn't feel like running.

I still couldn't believe I was getting married. I couldn't help but smile at how Sinister had asked me...

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It was my 20th birthday, we had gone paint balling.

I remember I had been winning, like the fiery badass I was, when Sin had snuck up, his gun pointed at me.

I didn't have enough time to raise my weapon, so I stood there, waiting to be shot.

I remember his smile, his cocky, stuck up, powerful, gorgeous, and absolutely heart melting smile.

His lip ring glinted off the lights of the dimly lit arena.

His icy eyes smiled at me, he had this victorious look in those beautiful orbs.

His height towered over me, he had taken a step closer.

I had suddenly come to the epiphany that I could very well overpower him and steal his weapon, at the angle and direction we were standing at.

So without further hesitation, I hooked my leg around his ankle, forcing him to the ground. I then kneed him in the stomach and lurched forward so I was able to grab his gun out of his hands.