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.

did my makeup dark- and

long eyelashes covered with false lashes and thick black

alone, considering I didn't have

lord Jesus

hair, and to finsish it off slid

bathroom feeling a very rare

soon replaced with dread when I saw the shoes I was suppose to

i've ever seen, with

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

living room, holding the heels in one hand, and

on the couch, watching TV, and when I

me like dehydrated dogs, both of their eyes trailed

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

said as I held the stilettos for them

brows turned inward into a frown, "Why

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

shrugged, "They look fine

and stomped my foot

off the couch, and grabbed the shoes from

his fingers over the heel,

a trained assassin, you've killed people...and you're telling me that you're too scared to walk in

"Big shoe" I corrected.

not my point little girl, my point is that you are wearing those shoes, I don't give a rats ass what you think. You wear the fucking shoe, or I will

Fuckingfuckingfuckingfucking.

like Sin." I

does?" came sins voice from the hotel

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

pants, and his bottom lip

he looked breath taking.

me staring at him, and laughed "Like what