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

eyelashes covered with false lashes

alone, considering I didn't have any

Jesus

lipstick on, to bring out my hair, and to finsish it off slid on

feeling a very rare

dread when I saw the shoes I was

with their 6 inch heel heel,

toilet paper, and I can take apart an AR-15

the room and into the main living room, holding

watching TV,

at me like dehydrated dogs, both of their

good. svyatoye der'mo. holy shit." Slayer said, and

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

turned inward into

sorry I can't walk in these, its technically impossible. they are

shrugged, "They look fine to

my foot childishly,

couch, and grabbed the shoes from

over the

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

"Big shoe" I corrected.

are wearing those shoes, I don't give a rats ass what you think. You wear the

Fuckingfuckingfuckingfucking.

like

does?" came sins voice from the

black satin suit, that complimented his

dress pants, and his

he looked breath taking.

staring at him, and laughed "Like

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