The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

He seemed to seize me up, and I did the same.
He was dressed in a dark suit, his hair freshly combed, and his skin smelled of minty aftershave.
His ice eyes looked at me all over, his lip ring, and black ear studs glinted in the lamp light.
"You look....beautiful." He breathed, his dark eye brows furrowing together as he gave me a devilish smile.
I blushed, my cheeks heating up, my chest pounding as butterflies shook me all over.
His eyes would be the death of me, his blue knifes of pure power.
"Thank you." I breathed out.
He took another step towards me, and I felt my breath hitch at his proximity.
He raised his right hand, as His pale thumb trailed lightly over my cheeks, and down to my lips.
My hormones were going all out of wack as a breeze of his cologne came my way.
I practically trembled under his touch as his thumb rubbed over my lips, the icy feel of his fingers, and the warmth of the skin on
my lips, sent fire works.
With one tug, his lips were on mine.
Hungry, and needy...almost deprived, was what I could describe the kiss as.
His warm. moist lips molded over mine, his strong hands wrapped low-low around my back.
I moaned as his tongue roamed around my mouth, his kisses were hard, and pressed, almost as if he feared he would not get
another change to have his lips meet mine, but if it were up to me...we'd never stop.
Sadly we did.
I hadn't even realized it, but he had lifted me off the ground, and I smiled as he set me back down, and gave my cheek a hot
kiss.
"Let's go suka."

***
I sat at a table, in a restaurant so fancy, that there were like...thirty spoons.
But I wasn't worried about anything like that.
Right now, I was worried about what I was about to do.
I'm about to fücking swear into a mafia I swore to destroy...oh how the tables have turned.
I look down to my plate and see...there is wine.
Someone had put a gun, and what I believe to be a dagger before me.
I look at sinister, and he mumbles some words in old Russian (even words I don't kmow)
Then, with one quick movement, Sinister takes my hand In his, and pricks my finger with a pin so that blood comes out.
"This blood means that we are now one. You are the soviet mafia. You live by the gun and the knife, and you die by the gun and
the knife. Grey Aleksei Dante Ravenwood, do you understand?"
I timidly nodded.
"Then officially." He smiled at me, "welcome to the mafia."