"Red lips, red soles" - Mafia!Billy Russo x Reader
[TW: talks of mafia and illegal activities + sexual implications + explicit language + mentions of huge age gaps]
SUMMARY: Being married to Billy means that you are invited along with him to various banquets and galas organized by powerful people. It's your first time playing the role of a trophy wife of a mafia boss and you're not sure how it's all going to come together.
Word count: ~1.4k
Author's note: any time I describe something in Reader's appearance, I feel like a 2012 Wattpad writer
"You doin' okay, princess?" Billy asked amused as he watched you fan yourself excessively. His fingers leisurely tied the tie around his neck while he stared at you with an expression too close to laughter for your liking.
"I'm stressed out of my mind," you confessed. "I don't even know what to expect and that might be the worst part."
"It's just stuck up people flaunting their fancy shit." He shrugged with disinterest. "They want you to be impressed and pretty. Not too smart or they might realize just how stupid they are."
"Oh, misogyny, how fancy," you mumbled against the mirror while checking your lipstick. "So, I'm screwed." In the mirror, you could see the reflection of Billy's smile. His eyes moved from your face to your silver dress and high heels, making his expression ever so darker, although the amusement never left him.