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

with false lashes and thick black

alone, considering I didn't have any

lord Jesus for

out my hair, and to finsish it off slid

feeling

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

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

trained assassin, I could kill a 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 to

of the room and into the main living room,

on the couch, watching

like dehydrated dogs, both of their eyes trailed along my

svyatoye der'mo. holy

not wearing these" U said as I held the stilettos for them to

into

in

"They look fine

my head and stomped my foot childishly, "I'm not wearing

and grabbed the shoes

over the heel, and studied

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

"Big shoe" I corrected.

rolled his eyes, "Whatever, thats 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

Fuckingfuckingfuckingfucking.

like Sin."

from the hotel

satin suit, that complimented his black hair and

wore dark dress pants, and his bottom lip

he looked breath taking.

saw me staring at him, and laughed "Like what you see