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.

makeup

false lashes and thick black

left my pale skin alone, considering I

Jesus for

my hair, and to finsish

out of the bathroom feeling a very rare moment of

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

i've ever seen, with their 6

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

main living room, holding the heels

and Slayer sat on the couch, watching TV, and when I stepped out they

dogs, both of their eyes trailed along

look kinda fucking good. svyatoye der'mo. holy shit." Slayer said, and Xavier

these" U said as I held the stilettos

inward into a frown, "Why

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

look fine to

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

got off the couch, and grabbed the

ran his fingers over the heel, and studied

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

"Big shoe" I corrected.

"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 wear the fucking shoe, or

Fuckingfuckingfuckingfucking.

like

from the hotel room

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

pants, and

he looked breath taking.

him, and laughed "Like what you see little