The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 11

"Net. Nope sorry you fucktard Russians, I refuse." I muttered childishly as I stared into the mirrior at my reflection.

It wasn't a dress, it was a shirt.

It was unbelievably short, it came a good six inches above my knees.

It was black, strapless, and it looked really expensive, which really didn't make any sense to me because if you have a small amount of clothing its suppose to cost less right?

like those cute little shoes that are meant for toddlers that you'd see at Target or something.

but not with this dress, it was black and very very revealing.

I want to just crawl under the bed and scream.

"You look kinda hot, I don't see what the problem is? look me and Slayer got you pretty little makeup and hair shit, you can be like a barbie." Xavier said with an all-too innocent smile.

I flipped him off.

"Come on Grey, you got a nice body, its time to show it off." He shrugged as he pushed a lock of chocolate hair out of his eyes, and sat at the edge of the bed.

I walked over to the paper bag and peered in.

sure enough they got everything, and good brand names too.

"How'd you know what to get?" I frowned.

his lips pulled up into a proudful grin.

"Cute little blonde check-out girl" he licked his lips.

I quickly decided not to say anything more on the subject, instead I shooed him out, and began to get ready.

I curled the tips of my dark red hair, and slid product in.

did my makeup dark- and smoky

with false lashes and thick black

skin alone, considering I didn't

lord Jesus

hair, and to finsish it off slid

feeling a

replaced with dread when I saw the shoes I

with

with a roll of toilet paper, and I can take apart an AR-15 and put it back together, but its simply impossible for

and into the main living room, holding the

Slayer sat on the couch, watching TV, and when I stepped out

dogs, both of their eyes

good. svyatoye der'mo. holy shit."

"Thanks. I'm not wearing these" U said as I held the

into a

walk in these, its technically impossible. they

"They look fine to

shook my head and stomped my foot childishly, "I'm not

off the couch, and grabbed

over the

to me, "Looks fine to me. You're a trained assassin, you've killed people...and you're telling me that

"Big shoe" I corrected.

are wearing those shoes, I don't give a rats

Fuckingfuckingfuckingfucking.

like Sin."

from the hotel room entry

black satin suit, that complimented his black

wore dark dress pants, and his

he looked breath taking.

him, and laughed "Like what you see

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