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.

forgot, well that sucks now we can't have conversations right in

never could." I reminded

"Right." He sighed.

Italians?" I asked "They were

thing we were out." Sin said, while running his

you guys go again?" Xavier asked, folding his arms

internally

an eye brow, "Isn't

teeth,

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the afternoon in my room, playing with my new toys,

pure boredom to realize, that

night to wear to the beach, but

but I hate dresses and this was the

to bed naked around a bunch

clothes- I really did, they

of the room, combing

didn't understand was that why Xavier spent his entire day in this hotel room, when he has a perfectly good one next door. Slayer keeps to

his door once before walking

And there he was.

Shirtless.

to his face, even though I caught a

My eyes flickered.

definitely

What do

not to look at his gorgeousness in front of me, "clothes... I need clothes,

cocked an eyebrow at me, "you have

I shook my head.

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

was a loud pounding on the door, He over to the side table and grabbed the

behind me."

behind me? Are you serious? How cliché can you get? I've trained half my life just

shrugged and walked over to the

at who was behind it. I knew it was serious when I saw his face

"Get inside." He growled.

I turned

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

outer most arm seemed to be

winced as I led him over to the couch

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