Mia And Vincent Pulp Fiction Costume Novels & Stories

I stared at my reflection, adjusting the cufflinks Gio tossed at me like I hadn’t been doing this since I was fifteen. The tux fit like a second skin, tailored to perfection, but I still felt off—like I’d been yanked out of a dream and dropped into a magazine spread for “Most Eligible Mafia Groom.”

As we grabbed our coats I texted Vincent back, "Let's skip the bar. Room 2314. Come in." We checked in, kicked off our shoes, and waited. I brushed my teeth, touched up my eye liner, and quickly pulled off the strapless I'd been wearing. Then I peeled the thong off, now covered in my juices, and left it on the bathroom counter like a promise. Adjusting my dress I gave one last look in the mirror before I left the bathroom. When the soft knock came, Travis opened the door and Vincent stepped inside still in his work shirt, sleeves still rolled, looking like he'd sprinted the few blocks.

Minka said, as Victoria got out and dried off. Victoria stared at the dress. It was amazing. It was an exact replica of the white Seven Year Itch dress that Marilyn Monroe had worn...except this one was blood red. She had seen the movie a few years ago on one of her rare free days off. She had gone to a two dollar theater near her family's apartment that played old movies. They were playing all Marilyn movies that weekend, so she stayed and watched three of them. Anything to stay away from her apartment. Her mom and dad weren't exactly a blast to hang around.

Mafia’s Maid As usual Ashley was preparing his breakfast in the kitchen; she decided to cook a few pancakes and decorated it with strawberries and blueberries. She was in a hurry as her schedule was changed a bit after yesterday as he announced to her that she was going to be an assassin. She was scared a lot hearing him but his kisses over her shoulder made her forget the meaning of that word and agreed like a good slave she was.

Mia put her fingers in a circle around where her pacemaker was as if she was showing me where her Iron Man portal would be. “Oh,” I said. "I got it." “We can buy you some Iron Man pajamas if you want to match your new heart pacemaker,” Arthur said. “I think I want Iron Girl and not Iron Man,” Mia said. “Whatever you want, pumpkin." Becky came by a few times after school. Nina came one day when Becky was here. Nina had borrowed a make-up case from a friend who worked on movies. Mia, Becky, Nina, and I all put on heavy make-up and purple or blue wigs.

The living room had artistic wolf paintings on the walls, beautifying the space, as I walked in slowly, my eyes taking in the exquisite portraits in front of me. As I stood admiring the portrait, Vivian's voice cut through the silence in this exquisite mansion. She wore a red shift dress with a beautiful cross-front design and a pair of black slippers. "Hey, Mia! I wasn't expecting to see you here!" Vivian rushed downstairs, wrapping me in a warm hug. As I looked at the stairs, I was stunned at the sight that beheld me. Dr. John Adams was wearing only a white tank top and black shorts.

His fingers curled possessively around mine as we pushed through the crowd. The entire place gleamed with opulence—gold-leafed moldings, priceless artwork, and gemstone accents that caught the light at every turn. The air felt heavy with expensive perfume and unspoken threats. Vin told me all I needed to know about the Romanov and their operations like any other mafia, especially those associated with them. Our conversation was interrupted by a woman in a revealing red gown who approached us. Her crimson hair framed piercing blue eyes and skin so flawless it seemed artificial.

****AT A BAR**** Mia and Bonita walked into the bar dressed bitchily, Mia was wearing a thin strap short black gown, the gown was so short that it barely covered her butt, some part of her boobs were showing and her lips were also painted black. Bonita was dressed in a blue short backless gown, it stopped at her mid thigh and her lips were painted red. The people in the club stared and talked as they walked in. "Wow, they are so hot"

He is now disposable in her fiance’s eyes, and the gods only know how actively the Prince was working to eliminate him. -But, at least Vivanna feels my worth. At least she would not throw me away because I am her helper. I know her-. Vincent examined the free locks of Vivanna’s hair dancing haphazardly around her head, her back was to him, and he was entirely able to appreciate her dress. The dress that Magdalene had spent so much time helping Mary sew. Vincent felt the corners of his lips turn upwards, forming an effortless smile. Magdalene had been so excited when the dress had been completed, that she had run to the barracks just to let him know! He was the first person she told!

“That was a good one. You want to really explain now?” Vincent shook his head. This was going to be harder than she expected. “I’m serious,” he said in a tone that he hoped would convey just how serious he was. Rebecca looked at her and squinted her eyes. She leaned back and looked at him from head to toe. She took in the suit from their date that he was still wearing. His shoes were polished to perfection. Besides his hair, he was very put together. She thought about the night they met. The way he fought the guy that was trying to take her home with him. The words Joni had said the other day at lunch hit her. She had asked Tobin if it was true that Vincent was in the Mafia.