I Am Not A Prostitute: Mafia Romance (18+ Only)

Chapter 26

Moments after my peaceful moment with Sinister, he threw a gown bag at me and locked me in my room.

What. A. Cunt.

"Shower" he growled "I'll be back in a few hours, I'll send in servants to help you get ready."

Servants? What the fuck?

I can get ready on my own, I'm not unable.

Sure, I'm not the best at not falling, but I still got this.

I shook my head and opened a bag that hung on the door.

The gown bag revealed a tight, spaghetti strap red dress, that was low cut and had the entire back cut out.

It was....revealing, and absolutely gorgeous.

I showered, lathering myself in expensive looking soaps and washes.

I wanted to smell like lavender and sea breeze, but what I failed to understand, was how does one capture the scent of breeze? Do you, like, take a jar and run down to the shore and start trying to capture the breeze ?

I shook my head and suddenly realized that I had seen a part of Sinister that I don't think he had ever let anyone see. A part of him...that I didn't even think he had. A soft, sweet and caring part of himself. He wasn't just the ruthless, cruel mob boss that he was known to be, he was also completely broken, which only made him more beautiful.

The Russian mob boss, under all those tattoos and piercings, was actually a kind person.

Well, as kind as a kidnapper, murderer and mobster could be.

My thoughts drifted to Afanas, but I couldn't let them. He was Sinisters best friend, I don't know what had come over me when we were together. His dark and bruised beauty stung me, and it was hard for me to not think of him.

I got out of the shower and pulled my hair into a wet pony tail.

Just as I was about to look for makeup to get ready myself, there was a heavy knock on the door.

I unlocked the door to see two women, they held cases of makeup and hair products.

Brushes, combs, perfume and hairspray lined the inside of the clear cases.

One woman was big and burly looking, with dark hair pulled harshly into a tight knot, the other was a soft and shy looking woman, with light hair and a soft complexion.

"Mrs. Evans?" The burly looking woman said.

I almost didn't respond, considering Evans wasn't even my real last name, it was Levkin, but I had lied during the auction.

"Yes?" I asked suspiciously.

"We work for Mr. Velkov, we're here to aid you in getting ready for tonight's event." She said shortly.

Without giving me enough time to respond, or to even collect my thoughts, they sprung into action.

They sat me down on a chair and while the timid woman began on my makeup, the burly woman began combing harshly through my hair.

I don't know how the little woman was able to do my makeup with all the pulling from my hair, but she managed to make perfect strokes as she pampered away at my face.