The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 37 (Additional Chapter)

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.

He fell to the ground a small smile still on his face, and I raised the scope of the gun to my eyes, wanting to shoot him right in the tits, because I'm weird like that.

Suddenly, something shinny appeared in the scope, I frowned as I lowered my gun to see Sin holding a ring.

A beautiful diamond ring.

I dropped my gun. I couldn't move.

I saw his smile as he slowly raised himself up to one knee.

"Grey Aleksei Dante Rave-"

"YES."

I'm impatient.

He grinned, "you don't even know what I was going to say. Maybe I was trying to tell you that you're kicked out of the Mafia, and this is your going away present."

"fine fine, continue venting."

His dark brows formed together, "wait what? No. I'm not venting, Jesus child, I'm proposing, not telling you my secrets."

"Ohh." I grinned "okay, okay. Go ahead."

He glared at me.

"You can do it, I believe in you." I urged.

He grinned and shook his head.

"Okay" he breathed "Grey Aleksei Dante Ravenwood, marry me. Marry me, because I will never force you into heels again. Marry me, because every time we go to the beach, I'll throw you into the water. Marry me, because you'll always be my little suka. Marry me, because I'll chase you to Paris and back. Marry me because I need you. Marry me, because I will always protect you. Marry me, because you're the only one I want to grow old with. Marry me, because our love is the only thing that will ever truly stay gold. Marry me, because even through being drugged, kidnapped, bombed, shot at, yelled at, cursed at, and so much more, we have stayed together. Marry me, because I fucking love you."

Tears poured down my face, I had never been so happy in my life.

"Wait a sec, you want to marry me? Is that right?" I grinned.

He had broken out into a smile. I remember saying yes.

I said yes.

I said it, cried it, and kissed it to him.

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"Grey?"

I shook my head as I pushed myself out of my thoughts.

"Sinister actually sent me to come find you, it's time. I don't know why you thought this was the time for interrogation and a beating, but you have to go get married now."

I smiled wide.

I nodded to him, and took his arm as he led me through the building of our Mafia house, and outside to where the white benches, hundreds of people, hundreds of flowers, two rings, and my fiancée were at.

We stood behind a curtain, Xavier faced me, his hands pulling the veil over my face.

He glanced down to my shoes that were barley showing through the folds of the dress.

"Combat boots?" He grinned.

"No mas heels for me."

The music began to play, and I found that I wasn't nervous at all. I saw the familiar faces of everyone. I saw Klaus, Slayer, Gabriel, Annabelle, and so many of those who I loved.

I wasn't nervous, I wasn't scared.

Even as I took Xavier's arm and we began walking down the isle.

Even as I raised my eyes to possibly the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

Even as the music, and people faded away, and suddenly it was just Sinister and I.

I knew that things were going to be okay, I had a hand gun in a thigh strap under my dress, a room full of family, and a husband who I'd give my life to.

The Mafia pastor began the ceremony, and the rings were brought before us. I grinned widely as I glimpsed at the inscription in the inside of my ring.

Four letters that had become apart of me, had been engraved into my wedding ring.

Suka

Sinister grinned devilishly and knowingly at me and I couldn't believe how far he and I had come.

He was my Prince Charming, my best friend, my protecter...

He was my Russian Mobster.