The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

"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

with false

skin alone, considering I didn't have

lord Jesus

slid some dark red lipstick on, to bring out my hair, and to finsish it off slid on some bronze

of the bathroom feeling a very rare moment of

was soon replaced with dread when I saw

the highest thing i've ever seen, with their 6 inch heel heel, it almost

kill a man with a roll of toilet paper, and I can take apart an AR-15

and into the main living room, holding the heels in one hand, and a

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

like dehydrated dogs, both of

der'mo. holy shit."

said as I

brows turned inward into a frown,

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

"They look fine

stomped my

the couch, and grabbed the shoes

his fingers over the heel, and studied

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

"Big shoe" I corrected.

my point little girl, my point is that you are wearing those shoes, I don't

Fuckingfuckingfuckingfucking.

like

does?" came sins voice from the hotel room entry

dressed in a black satin suit, that complimented his black hair and

dress pants, and his

he looked breath taking.

and