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.

well that sucks now we can't have conversations

could." I

"Right." He sighed.

the Italians?" I asked "They

we were out." Sin said, while running

again?" Xavier asked, folding

internally smile. "For

brow,

teeth, "It sure

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afternoon in my room, playing with

out of pure boredom to realize, that

last night to wear to the

had this dress, but I hate dresses and this was

was getting dark outside and I refuse to go to bed naked around a bunch

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

of the room, combing through my hair

room, a few things that I 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 himself, I didn't know

door once

And there he was.

Shirtless.

face, even though I caught a glimpse of a beautiful

My eyes flickered.

definitely an

What do

"clothes... I need clothes, my other clothes got

at me, "you have no

I shook my head.

of his button up dress shirts, "then wear this to bed, suka.

on the door, He over to the

me."

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

walked over

was behind it. I knew it was

"Get inside." He growled.

I turned to see

was now stained with blood, his right

left outer most arm seemed to be

to him, he winced as

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