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"DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM?!"
"Enlighten me."
"Fuck you!"
My legs were free. Mustering the remaining strength I had left, I used all brute force to kick him in the face.
He skillfully swerved me, his hands finding their way to my neck. F...
"She is both, Hellfire and holy water. And the flavor you taste Depends on how You treat her" -Unknown
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Our actions are obviously illegal. Selling drugs and weaponry internationally and nationally. Money laundering, commissioned crime, narcotic business, auctions, undercover work, heists, political favors, arms dealing... you name it.
Murders also comes with the job description, it's inevitable.
Anything you can think of, we do it. What else would you expect from the most powerful Mob in the world?
However, we also have legitimate businesses to fall back on to cover our not so legal business.
Clubs, brothels, hotels and restaurant chains. They're the perfect cover up. They also help to expand business and infiltrate potential threats.
With that being said, it also keeps the cops off our back.
We're unstoppable, only a fool would make us an enemy. The police, court and politicians are all on our payroll. Making us, untouchable.
This world is greedy and corrupt. There's nothing but a few pennies that help keep their mouths shut and eyes closed.
"Bina? You okay? You've been awfully quiet there."
Ruslan pulls my attention away from the car window and towards him.
"If you want me to insult you just ask. I'll be more than happy to let you know how much your smoking habits disgusts me."
I look at him confused as I see a tinge of pink rising from his ears and to the rest of his fair skin.
"Shit. Don't cry, what's up with you? I didn't even start insulting you yet." I look up to him to see his eyes glued on my chest.
"Why are you dressed like that?" He forcibly averts his gaze back to my face.
I look down to see the trench coat now open with just the knot of the belt being the only bit of security, my boobs pressed against the tight corset and the flesh of my thighs poking out the lacy tights.
"Get used to it Ruslan." I roll my eyes, unknotting the belt. "I already told you I'm stripping now."
"I thought you was joking!"
"I'm way funnier than that hon."
"Seriously Bina. You haven't been around the men that come to the Kamchatka. They are a bunch of horny pricks that need to pay to get their dick sucked."
"What, like you?" I smirk at Ruslan to at least lighten up the mood.
He rolls his eyes right back at me, not giving me the satisfaction of arguing back. He knows he has no issue when it comes to getting a girl in bed.
