The Russian Mobster: Russian Mafia Romance

Chapter 22

The next morning I woke up feeling surprisingly well, my usual headache wasn't there, and the constant feel like I was about to die, was nonexistent...for the moment.

I showered and dressed into a casual black and flowered print dress, with black ballet flats.

I left my hair down, and put on some lip gloss.

I walked out into the living room to find Xavier sitting and watching Tv.

"Morning." He said without looking up from the telivison.

"Morning yourself, hey is that all you do? watch TV?"

"Yeah. When it's Adventure time." He muttered, still not looking away from the TV, where some pink space princess was.

"How old are you again?" I asked.

"Twenty-three." He muttered, I think he knew what he had coming.

"You're twenty-three and you are watching a pink fat blob?"

"Hey, that's lumpy space princess!" He yelled, finally turning his head to look at me.

"Mmmh." I rolled my eyes.

"Wanna watch?"

"Yes."

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After about three hours of Adventure time, I realized that I hadn't eaten dinner yet, so when the TV show marathon was over I walked into the kitchen.

There was absolutely no food, except for three cases of beer, and a box of Eggo waffles.

Eggo waffles it is, and after a very nourishing breakfast Sin walked in.

Looking nice as always in his tight black shirt and pants, with his jet black hair combed and his icy pale blue eyes alert.

His eyes darted over to mine, but then remained back on Xavier.

"There was movement out side the hotel last night. Mozhet byt' , ital'yantsy" (Could be the Italians)

"You guys do realize that I speak Russian, right?" I said with a sarcastic wink.

we can't

could." I reminded

"Right." He sighed.

I asked

Good thing we were out." Sin said,

again?" Xavier asked,

to internally smile. "For a

eye brow, "Isn't it like

my teeth, "It sure

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afternoon in my room, playing with

closet out of pure boredom to realize, that I didn't have anymore

causal clothes last night to wear to the beach,

dress, but I hate dresses and

go to bed naked around a bunch of Horny ass Mafia

I really did, they just kinda got...blown up in

combing through my hair

understand was that why Xavier spent his entire day in this hotel room, when he has a perfectly good one next door.

door once

And there he was.

Shirtless.

his face, even though I caught a glimpse of a beautiful 8-pack.

My eyes flickered.

yup, definitely an

do you

his gorgeousness in front of me, "clothes... I

eyebrow at me, "you have no more

I shook my head.

and walked over to his drawer, handing me one of his button up dress shirts,

to argue when there was a loud pounding on the door, He over

me." He

cliché can you get? I've trained half my life just killing people... I think

shrugged and walked over

calculated move he swung open the door, and pointed the gun at who was behind it. I knew it was serious

"Get inside." He growled.

turned to

was now stained with blood, his right cheek bone was bruised

most arm seemed to be

Sin and ran over to him, he winced as I led him over to the couch to

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