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.

my makeup dark- and smoky

covered with false lashes

my pale skin alone, considering I didn't have any

Jesus

and to finsish it off slid on some bronze blush

the bathroom feeling

dread when I saw the shoes

ever seen, with their 6 inch heel heel, it almost made me

and I can take apart an AR-15 and put it back together, but its simply impossible for me to walk in

of the room and into the main living room, holding

the couch, watching TV, and when I

dogs, both of their eyes trailed along

svyatoye der'mo. holy shit."

U said as I held the stilettos for them

turned inward into a frown,

in

shrugged, "They look fine

my foot childishly,

got off the couch, and grabbed the

fingers over the heel, and

trained assassin, you've killed

"Big shoe" I corrected.

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

Fuckingfuckingfuckingfucking.

just like Sin." I

sins voice from the hotel room

he was, dressed in a black satin suit, that complimented his black

dark dress pants, and

he looked breath taking.

me staring at him, and laughed "Like what

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