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.

Right. I forgot, well that sucks now we can't

could." I

"Right." He sighed.

I asked "They were here last

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

did you guys go again?" Xavier asked, folding

to internally smile.

brow,

teeth, "It sure

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spent the rest of the afternoon in my room, playing with

boredom to realize, that I didn't have anymore

last night to wear to the beach, but

dresses and this was the only

was getting dark outside and I refuse to go to bed naked

did, they just kinda got...blown

combing through my hair with

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

on his door once

And there he was.

Shirtless.

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

My eyes flickered.

yup, definitely an

do you

"clothes... I need clothes,

an eyebrow at me, "you have

I shook my head.

handing me one of his button up dress shirts, "then wear this

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

behind me."

cliché can you get? I've trained

and walked over

move he swung open the door, and pointed the gun at who was behind

"Get inside." He growled.

turned

hair was now stained with blood, his right cheek

most arm seemed

he winced as I led him over to the couch

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