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 dark- and

eyelashes covered with false lashes and thick

left my pale skin alone,

lord Jesus

out my hair, and to finsish it off

feeling a

with dread when I saw

with their 6 inch

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

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

on the couch, watching TV, and when I

me like dehydrated dogs, both of

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

said

inward into a frown,

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

look

stomped my foot

couch, and grabbed the shoes from

over the heel, and studied

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 in

"Big shoe" I corrected.

point little girl, my point is that you are wearing those shoes, I don't give a rats ass what

Fuckingfuckingfuckingfucking.

just like Sin." I

voice from the hotel

dressed in a black satin suit,

and

he looked breath taking.

staring at him, and laughed "Like what you see

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