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 Sinister’s 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
