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.

I did my makeup dark- and smoky eyed.

my long eyelashes covered with false lashes and thick black mascarra.

I left my pale skin alone, considering I didn't have any acne.

Thank lord Jesus for proactive.

I then slid some dark red lipstick on, to bring out my hair, and to finsish it off slid on some bronze blush to bring out my cheekbones.

I came out of the bathroom feeling a very rare moment of hottness.

but it was soon replaced with dread when I saw the shoes I was suppose to wear.

these stilettos were the highest thing i've ever seen, with their 6 inch heel heel, it almost made me sick.

I am a 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 walk in heels.

I stepped out of the room and into the main living room, holding the heels in one hand, and a pissed expression.

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

staring at me like dehydrated dogs, both of their eyes trailed along my getup.

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

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

Slayers brows turned inward into a frown, "Why not?"

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

Xavier shrugged, "They look fine to me."

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

Slayer got off the couch, and grabbed the shoes from me.

he ran his fingers over the heel, and studied it.

He shrugged and handed it back to me, "Looks fine 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 little shoe?"

"Big shoe" I corrected.

he 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 wear the fucking shoe, or I will fucking kill you."

Fuckingfuckingfuckingfucking.

"You sound just like Sin." I muttered.

"Who does?" came sins voice from the hotel room entry way.

and there he was, dressed in a black satin suit, that complimented his black hair and blue eyes.

he wore dark dress pants, and his bottom lip ring was glinting.

he looked breath taking.

He saw me staring at him, and laughed "Like what you see little girl?"

WHY WHY WHY WHY. FUCK YOUUUUU. I WANT TO FUCK YOU, BUT YOU ARE SO FUCKING IRRITATING WITH YOUR FUCKING ANNOYING S, SHUT UP.

"Arrogant aren't you? , how do you know I was checking you out? Maybe i was observing that wine stain on your shirt, or looking at something behind you." Fuck. You.

he simply laughed at me.

Ha....ha....so funny.

SINS POV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

she was stunning. absolutely gorgeous.

Her long soft red hair was curled into tight ringlets, her makeup was dark with a hint of grey that brought out her blue eyes. But most of all her outfit.

I had already imagined what she would look like in the dress when i bought it, but seeing it in the flesh was a completely different story.

It showed of every curve, and brought out those slim little legs of hers, she was absolutely breath taking.

"Why aren't you wearing the shoes?" I muttered, I know it was a dick moving not saying anything about how she looked, but how could I? tell her how beautiful she looked? how would that reflect on me? Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

I don't even fucking know her.

"They're too high." she muttered, waving the shoes in my face.

"I don't fucking care, put them on, Suka." I growled

"No, I won't." she said childishly as she crossed her arms. Little suka.

I have had enough of her childishness.

So instead of listening to her whine. With one swift move I lifted her small body into my arms, and kind of surprised myself by how light she was. she couldn't have been much over 120 pounds.

and that was ridiculous for a 19 year old girl,

She began squirming, and yelling profanities at me, but I ignored her as I locked my hands around her waist, and dragged her out of the room, and into the car.

This dinner was going to be fucking interesting.