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

could."

"Right." He sighed.

I asked "They were

said, while running his hand through

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

internally

cocked an eye brow, "Isn't

teeth, "It sure

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rest of the afternoon in my room, playing

closet out of pure boredom to

wear to the beach, but those

had this dress, but I hate dresses and this

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

other clothes- I really did, they just kinda

combing

room, a few things that I didn't understand was that why Xavier spent his entire day

knocked on his door once

And there he was.

Shirtless.

even though I caught a glimpse of a

My eyes flickered.

definitely an

What do

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

me,

I shook my head.

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

me."

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

and walked over

open the door, and pointed the gun at who was behind it. I

"Get inside." He growled.

I turned to see

normally white blonde hair was now stained with blood, his right cheek bone was bruised a black

most arm seemed

ran over to him, he winced as I

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