SINS POV!!!!!!
She was beautiful, and kind, and complete bad ass...and she was mine.
Just waking up this morning, with her petite body wrapped around mine, was enough to make me
break out in a grin.
I had taken an entire week off work, and I was planning on surprising her with a trip to Puerto Rico.
In preparation for the trip, I needed safety precautions, so I got Slayer to get her a gun, and some other
things like that.
It's curious how just a few months ago, we were trying to murder each other, and now I was falling
head over heels with the little one. It didn't matter that I was 7 years older than her, and it didn't matter
that we we're complete opposites, the only thing that mattered, was me with her.
"Sinister?" I heard her call out.
I walked into the room where she was standing, she wore her hair up and messy and she was in a
massive sweatshirt.
"Yeah?" I asked, Slayer stood by her side,
Looking a little uncomfortable, which was weird. Even for him.
"Well um..." She started, looking over to Slayer for help.
I frowned between them, what the fuck is going on?
"I...." She took a deep breath "I want to swear to omertà."
I froze.
It took me awhile to process, but I broke out into a grin.
Just knowing that someone who has been against "people like me" her entire life, was willing to swear
into something she despised....for me....it was amazing.
With one move I grabbed her and kissed her, tugging her small body to me, groaning as I felt her soft
lips move in sync with mine.
Her hands ruffled my hair, her lips pressing roughly against mine, it made me hard as fück.
I broke away, and smiled as she blushed a deep crimson.
Her Grey colored eyes bleeding against mine as she gave me a bleach white smile.
"Are you sure?" I breathed.
She gave me an affirmative nod.
"Okay." I said as I kissed her little forehead.
This made everything so much better, and not to mention easier.
Everyone had been asking about her, the girl that caught the eye of the Italians.
I couldn't say anything--nor could I have her meet anyone else from the mafia until she swore in,
because I would be putting the security of the entire Russian Mafia at risk.
I was already thinking of bringing it up to her while we were on vacation.
"Okay, okay." I smiled at her. "We will do it tonight, be ready by 5:00"
She nods, her bright grey eyes glimmer.
I lean down and press my lips to the sweet part in her neck.
She moans into my ear, and I grin as I pull back and peck her lips softly.
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GREY'S POV!!! Wooooo!!!!!!
I smile as he walks away.
I turn and walk back into the room, the clock read 11:58.
I quickly ran back to my room and started the shower-I know what your thinking- I don't need 5 hours to
get ready, but I had an outfit planned, and it involved heels, which was going to take at least 30 minutes
of "runway" practice for me.
I hopped in the shower, and took a solid 41 minute shower, using bath and body works soaps, and
Pureology Nano Works gold shampoo and conditioner.
Stepping out of the shower, I blow dried my hair and curled it to perfection, so that the curls ended at
my waist.
I then slipped on the dress I had in mind.
It was very short, and red, with crystal embroidery at the top, and little ruffles at the top. (PICTURE
SEEN ON THE SIDE.)
I then began on my makeup
(doing the typical white-girl makeup pose and climbing Up on the counter and doing my makeup closer
to the mirror)
on a smoky eye, with liquid cat-eye eyeliner, and long black false eye lashes.
I then lined my lips with red lipliner and filled it in with blood red lip stainer.
At the academy we needed to know how to perfect makeup jobs so that we could change our
appearance, and do what ever means necessary for the mission, so my makeup skills really came in
handy.
After I was finished, I looked at my reflection, and it even had to admit it to myself, I looked fucking
sexy. Yay me.
I then sprayed myself with Baccarat's Les Larmes Sacrees de Thebes perfume, and slid a bunch of
silver bracelets on my wrist.
I then walked into the closet and reluctantly brought out the demon 7 inch Manolo Blahnik Stretch Lace
Boot heels.
I looked at the clock and cursed under my breath as the clock read 4:51.
Fuck damn.
Have you ever woken up early for school or something and been like "fuck yeah I got plenty of time."
And then your all cocky and shit and then when you think you have like a half hour, you actually have
like seven minutes, and then you go into fücking panic mode? Well that's how I reacted.
I slid on the demons and began walking, and hey! You wouldn't guess it but it actually turned out pretty
easy! I just can't run or pretend I'm James Bond or Captain Chris Pike from Star Trek or something like
that.
"Hey Grey? You ready to go?" Sin knocked on my door.
"Yeah." I hummed as I stood up.
The door swung open, and by the way Sinister looked at me, made me think this was going to be one
hell of a night.
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