Mia And Vincent Pulp Fiction Costume Novels & Stories

Mia's POV By the time I alighted from a cab that brought me to the club, you know disguising myself was part of the game plan, and so not coming with my car was a great step. I was fitted with a wire and fake ID, and I already had my role memorized: Aria Black, jazz singer from Philly. On getting closer to the club hall, I observed the dark velvet walls, chandeliers that dripped crystal, and shadows curling in corners like smoke. I stepped inside wearing a red silk dress that hugged my curves and heels sharp enough to double as weapons.

Should I have come up with some other way to test the sign that fated mates’ scents soothed each other? I heard muffled thumps and thuds from inside the sitting room, as if someone was shoving heavy objects around. What had I gotten myself into? A moment later, Vincent opened the door a crack and slipped outside without letting me glimpse the sitting room. I blinked in surprise at his appearance: his usual suit discarded, he wore slim dark jeans and a henley with rolled-up sleeves. I had to tear my eyes away from the exposed line of his collarbone, of all things.

Reed and Mia dressed themselves up in black leather pants and jackets. Reed wore a black t-shirt under his jacket, and Mia wore a black top with spaghetti straps. Mia finished her ensemble with calf-length black biker boots, while Reed wore black boots. "Do you think this will work?" Mia asked. Her black goth makeup paired up with her nose pin makes her like look like a typical biker chic. Reed took in her smokey eye makeup paired with her black lips stick. She is looking hot.

Vino asked Madison who nodded just as the door opened and Camille walked in. She was putting on a red bare back mini gown which fell below her knee and it was really tight that Madison wondered how she was able to walk in it. Her lips were painted in red. She cat walked into the office and went over to hug Vino who smiled at her. “You can go now, Miss Brooke” Vino said dismissing Madison who wouldn't stop glaring at Camille. She felt disgusted at her. She hoped the boss wouldn't be so clueless as to marry a harlot as Camille.

,he said while balling his fists tightly. ~Flashback 3 days ago At Central City Mall Vincent's P.O.V. After leaving Rosaline, I quickly went to the first floor. I got inside the restroom and turned around. There stood the Mafia king glaring me furiously. He had blood-red eyes, jaw clenched and fists curled up in a ball as if he was controlling himself for attacking me. "How.dare.you?", he snarled with gritted teeth. I smirked at him. "So you knew about my arrival?"

After bidding goodbye to Ivy, I stepped into the packing space with my bag. My eyes widened when I saw Mia standing near one of the cars, looking radiant. She wore a tight red dress that hugged every curve of her figure, the neckline of the dress dipped, showing half of her boobs. Her makeup was flawless and exquisite, almost like she had hired a professional for this, her lips painted red. On her feet, she wore black and red stiletto heels. I glanced down at my ash sweat shirt and pants paired with a white sneakers, feeling undressed.

I stop in my tracks, my eyes wide, taking in the scene before me. Crap. Crappity crap. For a moment I consider backing up and pretending this hasn't happened, but two sets of eyes find mine before I'm fast enough to move. Vincent leans across the table, holding a stack of papers as his assistant Amy points to various parts. Whatever they've been discussing ends and both stare at my half-clothed form standing in the doorway. Vincent pushes off the counter and crosses his arms against his bare chest, shaking his head. "It's okay. Amy, you've met Mackenzie."

"Excuse me, Ma'am . . . Is there an issue here?" A female staff member approached them. She could not answer. She wanted to ask for help and report Vincent but she was afraid that he would suddenly pull the trigger. The female staff's eyes turned to Vincent. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows clashed after she noticed the man's outfit. "That's our co-staff's uniform. Why are you wearing that, Mister?" Vincent's grip on her arm tightened. "Oh, this? I just found it in her room. I didn't bring any extra clothes so I used it. I'm sorry, we'll just pay for it."

Free first class spa treatment was every girl's dream. The girls rested for an hour before work started. For Avatia's hair, it was tied in an amazing messy bouffant bun, with tendrils by the side and as for Draya, her hair was fishtail braided. They both decided on nude gel nails as it looked more mature and matched their evening gowns. Avatia settled on light natural make up while the hot headed Draya went in for a hot look. In the end, both ladies looked absolutely gorgeous. By 6:40 PM, the same Rolls-Royce that had picked them up earlier was waiting for them.

Cara then took a step back. "Thanks for the save." She said, while taking note of Vincent's outfit. Vincent was dressed in a red and white candy-striped pair of pants. He also had a pair of black suspenders crossing over his defined and broad shoulders. "Anything for you." Vincent replied with a wink, then he walked away and headed downstairs.