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.

makeup dark- and smoky

covered with false lashes and

alone,

lord Jesus

to bring out my hair, and to finsish it off slid on some

out of the bathroom feeling a

when I saw the

were the highest thing i've ever seen, with their

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

the main living room, holding the heels

Slayer sat on the couch, watching

dogs, both

look kinda fucking good. svyatoye der'mo. holy

nodded, "Thanks. I'm not wearing these" U said as I held the stilettos

brows turned inward into a frown,

in these, its technically impossible. they are

shrugged, "They look fine to

my head and stomped my foot childishly, "I'm

off the couch, and grabbed the shoes

fingers over the

assassin, you've killed people...and you're telling me that you're too

"Big shoe" I corrected.

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

Fuckingfuckingfuckingfucking.

sound just like Sin." I

came sins voice from the hotel room entry

black satin

wore dark dress pants, and his bottom lip ring

he looked breath taking.

at him, and

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