The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 18

**Later that evening

"Is it another whore dress?" I groaned as I got out of the shower, yes I know two showers in one day, props to me. I wrapped the towel tightly and securley around myself before walking out of the bathroom.

Me and Sin were going to meet his cousin at dinner tonight because apparently he was so "excited" to meet me.

"No its not a whore dress, and don't say another, because that other dress we made you wear wasn't a whore dress, suka."

Liar.

I frowned as he handed me a black dress.

"Go put on some clothes, your testing my self control" Sin said as he looked at my towel covered body.

Your testing my self control? Who says shit like that?

I mimicked him under my breath, as I walked away.

I slipped into the tight dress and smiled at my reflection, all though the dress was a little too short for my liking, I liked it. It was lace on the top half, and tight around my chest. The bottom half was a solid black and tight around my thighs.

I put on liquid eye liner over my lids and slipped on thick mascara to make my already long lashes- even longer. I applied some grey eye shadow to enhance my eye colour and lip gloss to top it off.

When I looked in the mirror, I had to admit, I looked pretty damn sexy.

A pair of black laced flats lay on my bead when I came out of the washroom, along with a note:

Suka, try not to break your neck in these?

~Sinister

Smart ass.

I growled at the note, but graciously accepted the shoes, and they matched my 6 and a half shoe size.

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I walked out of the room to meet Sin, his eyes locked onto me and an emotion came across his face.

To which emotion am I referring to? I got no fuckin clue.

He was wearing a black dress shirt, that made his gorgeous eyes pop, with black shoes and black dress pants.

And as per usual he looked...gorgeous.

I wanted to fuck him. That fuck faced, dick headed, prîck shaped, asshat.

"Hi" I said as I walked closer to him, my breath hitched as his eyes burned into mine.

If only he knew...

"Hi" He breathed. But of course something had to ruin the moment.

In walks Xavier, smile on as per usual. If I didn't know him like I did, I'd never assume him to be in the Mafia, I'd almost assume him to be...innocent. But I knew better, and I knew that was exactly what he

was not.

Sinister on the other hand, looked like the mafia itself, his dark hair, looks so good that it made him menacing. I could be six years old and know this guy wasn't innocent.

"Can I have a gun?" I asked with an innocent.

Xavier seemed to choke, but Sin just seemed amused.

"A gun?" Sinister asked.

"No a fucking tampon, yes a gun." I muttered sarcastically.

"Why would you..." Xavier looked at Sin's expression and stamped his foot "No, Sinister. No! I know that look of yours, you're going to give in. Don't give her a fucking gun!"

Too late.

I smiled cheerfully as Sin handed me a mini strap gun that goes in like a hand bag of around your thigh.

He handed me a black strap, as i wrapped it around my leg.

I gave Xavier a victorious smile as he frowned.

"I bet you don't even know how to use it."

I'll show him.

I cocked it, and uncocked it, and dismantled it in a matter of seconds holding the sleeve in my hand, then cocking it back and sliding the sleeve back in, turning off safety mode I cocked it again and held it to him, one flick of my finger, and bang. I could kill him.

I grinned as I turned safety mode back on, "My point proven?" I asked with a grin.

I turned when I heard a snicker, Sin and Slayer were laughing so hard, I smiled proudly to myself.

I slid the gun into the thigh strap and smiled, "We ready to go?"

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We pulled out in front of The Dutch, this really fancy restaurant with posh gold trimmings all around the front. It seemed as though Sin had a different car every time we drove, once it was a Ferrari Enzo, then it was a Mercedes Barbus g63, and now its a McLaren 650s.

"How many freaking cars do you have?" I asked as he helped me out of the car and handed the keys to a Vallet worker.

"A lot of cars, Suka. They're kind of my...passion," He grinned as he held the door open for me.

"Oh Gosh, is the Sinister Solvact being a...gentleman?"

He shrugged and gave me a wicked smile, "For now."

He suddenly grabbed my hand in his and I tried to pull away.

"Just go with it, trust me I don't want to do this either, be careful when your talking to my cousin he's very...convincing."

I nodded as we made our way to a table, and then...I saw him.