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 right in front of

could." I reminded

"Right." He sighed.

asked

Sin said, while

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

seemed to internally smile. "For a

cocked an eye brow,

my teeth, "It sure

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

in the closet out of pure boredom to realize, that I didn't

had those causal clothes last night to wear to the beach, but

hate dresses and this was

refuse to go to bed naked around a bunch of

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

room, combing through my hair

towards his 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

knocked on his door once before

And there he was.

Shirtless.

even though I caught a glimpse of a beautiful 8-pack. Or

My eyes flickered.

yup, definitely

What do you

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

cocked an eyebrow at me, "you

I shook my head.

button up dress shirts, "then wear

argue when there was a loud pounding on the door, He over to the

me."

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

walked over to

one calculated move he swung open the door, and pointed the gun at who was behind it. I knew it was serious when

"Get inside." He growled.

turned to see

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

outer most arm

him, he winced as I led him over

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