"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car)
The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed.
Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. Stupid kids. They were gathered around something, laughing and kicking at it.
I jogged over and shouted, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" I yelled, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist. (Did no one teach you some manners?)
The color drained from their faces, and they scattered.
Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched.
There, on the cold ground, lay a small girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn white t-shirt.
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A small, naive girl with no shelter.
A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?
"They call you the seductress of the night. A woman trained to kill who doesn't fear anything. They call you heartless and alluring. Where is that woman now?" He asks as his hand slowly inched up my thigh, getting closer to my clit.
I wanted to wipe that smug smirk off his face but I knew he was right. He leaned into my face getting closer to my ear before whispering.
"Don't go shy on me now Золотце."[love] He said while his hand came in contact with my clothed clit. A small whimper escaping my lips. His smirk turned into a wide grin as he notices the effect he has on me. 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙩.
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Italian Mafia leader 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 meets Russian leader Romano. What happens when their two worlds collide? Is it fate?
Continue reading to find out.