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-

eyelashes covered with false lashes and thick

pale skin alone, considering I didn't have any

Jesus

and

bathroom feeling a very rare moment

I saw the shoes I was

seen, with their 6 inch heel heel, it almost

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

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

the couch, watching

dehydrated dogs, both

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

said as I held the stilettos

into a

sighed "I'm sorry I can't walk in these, its technically

"They look fine to

and stomped my foot childishly, "I'm not

got off the couch, and grabbed the

ran 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 me that you're too scared to walk

"Big shoe" I corrected.

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

Fuckingfuckingfuckingfucking.

just like Sin." I

from the hotel

a black satin suit, that complimented his black hair

dress pants, and his

he looked breath taking.

at him, and laughed "Like