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.
family with anger issues, guns,
on the inside of my mouth, as the door to Sinister's room flew
suit from earlier
This asshole.
grin, as
felt my
joined the Mafia?" He spoke, his
out onto my face, "we should write
head, "who'd want to read a book about our fucked up
I smiled a little.
bore into mine, as he looked
Dante Ravenwood..." He paused, "will you make me carrying you out
a breath as I sat
Fuck yeah I knew.
with mine, and a fire burned between
my legs weaken, as he dragged me
as I pressed myself into him, I molded
over mine, and everything
to senses on the fact that my father was in the Mafia, I've been shot at, isolated, kidnapped, beaten, almost-raped, and Ive
been through so much fucking shit, and it seems as though
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
maybe maybe maybe
Fuck maybe.