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 smoky

long eyelashes covered with false lashes and thick black

skin alone, considering I didn't have any

Jesus

hair, and to finsish it off

out of the bathroom feeling a very rare moment of

when I saw the shoes I was

i've ever seen, with

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

into the main living room, holding the

Slayer sat on the couch, watching TV, and when I

dehydrated dogs, both of their eyes trailed along

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

not wearing these" U said as I

into a frown,

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

look fine

and stomped my

and

ran his fingers over

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

"Big shoe" I corrected.

my point is that you are wearing those shoes, I don't give a rats ass what you think. You wear

Fuckingfuckingfuckingfucking.

like Sin." I

from the

he was, dressed in a black satin suit, that

wore dark dress pants, and his bottom lip

he looked breath taking.

and laughed "Like what you see

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