Grey POV
What the fucking fuck.
I'm in the mother fucking Mafia.
Who would have thought, that the "type" of people I had sought out to destroy, became my new...family.
Kinda.
Slayer still kinda gets on my nerves, Nikolai is a creepy cutie, Xavier is...Xavier, and Sinister...well I
really didn't know what he was to me. Was he my boyfriend? My "mob boss with benefits" ?
I didn't have a mother fucking clue.
all I knew was two things.
1- I'm in the Russian Mafia bitch.
2- I am unconditionally, and unmistakably, head over heels for Sinister.
It's a crazy thought, and even now as I sit, playing with a gun, dressed in my monkey pajamas in
resemblance to the aftermath of me swearing to omertà, sitting on the bed of a Mob bosses hotel room,
I'm happy.
Sitting on Sinister's bed-to be more specific.
I was, truly happy, for the first time since my whole family was taken from me.
I have a new family now.
A family with anger issues, guns, and panty-dropping faces.
I chewed on the inside of my mouth, as the door to Sinister's room flew open.
He still wore the suit from earlier tonight, his hair messy-yet FUCKINNG PERFECT.
This asshole.
He gave me a childish grin, as he stepped towards my sprawled body.
I felt my cheeks brighten.
"Who would have thought the CIA agent, would have joined the Mafia?" He spoke, his voice low and
rocky.
A slow grin broke out onto my face, "we should write a Wattpad story."
He made a face and shook his head, "who'd want to read a book about our fucked up lives?"
I smiled a little.
His pale ice eyes, bore into mine, as he looked at me with such intensity.
"Grey Aleksei Dante Ravenwood..." He paused, "will you make me carrying you out of the river, worth
while...and be my girlfriend?"
I sucked in a breath as I sat up, "I don't know..." I grinned.
Fuck yeah I knew.
His lips connected with mine, and a fire burned between us.
I felt my legs weaken, as he dragged me off of the bed, and into his arms.
His hands roamed my body, as I pressed myself into him, I molded myself to fit into him perfectly.
His lips formed over mine, and everything seemed to fit.
I have been to hell and back, I have lived through the massacre of my family, I've come to senses on
the fact that my father was in the Mafia, I've been shot at, isolated, kidnapped, beaten, almost-raped,
and Ive spent half of my life in an academy learning how to kill.
I've been through so much fucking shit, and it seems as though this...man that is kissing me now...is to
blame.
Maybe if I didn't steal stebneskies launch codes, maybe if I didn't fall over that bridge, maybe if I didn't
beat the shit outta Viktor, maybe if I didn't join the academy, maybe if I didn't swear to omertà...
Maybe, maybe, maybe maybe maybe maybe....
Fuck maybe.
I did that shit.
And for some psychotic reason, I don't regret any-fucking-thing.
Viktor can threaten me all he wants, he can come at me with every fiber.
He can threaten me.
He can fight me.
He can tell me that it's not over...
But guess what asshole? It's never fucking over.
I may die tomorrow, or next week, or next month, but you won't be the one to kill me.
No.
Give me all you got. You only live once.
I won't live my life in fear of you, or anyone else, I have my family with me now.
And as I lay here, in Sinister's arms, his childish little hands undressing me...I know that I'll be okay.
I know that when my time does come, once will be enough.
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The End
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