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 have conversations

could." I

"Right." He sighed.

asked "They were here

we were out." Sin said,

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

to internally

an eye brow,

clenched my teeth,

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of the afternoon in

out of pure boredom to realize,

to wear to

hate dresses and

getting dark outside and I refuse to go to

they

room, combing through my hair with my

spent his entire day in this hotel room, when he has a perfectly

on his door

And there he was.

Shirtless.

to stay up to his face, even though I caught a glimpse

My eyes flickered.

definitely an

do

his gorgeousness in front of me, "clothes... I need clothes, my other clothes got kind of...

eyebrow at me, "you have

I shook my head.

his button up dress shirts, "then wear

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

me." He

me? Are you serious? How cliché can you get? I've trained

and walked

the gun at who was behind it. I knew it was

"Get inside." He growled.

turned to see

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

arm seemed

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

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