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-

with false lashes and thick

skin alone, considering I

lord Jesus

then slid some dark red lipstick on, to bring out my hair, and to finsish it off slid on

came out of the bathroom feeling

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

i've ever seen, with their 6 inch heel

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

stepped out of the room and into the main living room, holding the

on the couch, watching TV, and when I stepped out

both of their eyes trailed

svyatoye der'mo. holy shit." Slayer said,

said as I held the stilettos for

into a

walk in these, its technically

look fine

my foot childishly,

off the couch, and grabbed the

fingers over the heel,

handed it back to me, "Looks fine to me. You're a trained assassin, you've killed people...and

"Big shoe" I corrected.

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

Fuckingfuckingfuckingfucking.

sound just like Sin."

from the hotel room entry

was, dressed in a black satin suit, that complimented his black hair

wore dark dress pants, and his bottom

he looked breath taking.

staring at him, and laughed

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