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.

both looked at me, "Sorry. Right. I forgot, well that sucks now we can't have conversations right in front of you, while you being oblivious."

could." I reminded

"Right." He sighed.

Italians?" I asked "They were here

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

Xavier asked, folding his arms

seemed to internally

eye brow, "Isn't it

clenched my teeth, "It sure

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in my room, playing with my new toys,

looked in the closet out of pure boredom to realize, that I

causal clothes last night to wear to the beach,

hate dresses and this

getting dark outside and I refuse to go to bed

they just kinda got...blown

out of the room, combing through my hair

spent his entire day in this hotel room, when he has a perfectly good one next door. Slayer keeps to himself, I didn't

his door once

And there he was.

Shirtless.

to stay up to his face, even though I caught a glimpse of a beautiful 8-pack. Or

My eyes flickered.

definitely an

do you

his gorgeousness in front of me, "clothes... I need clothes,

eyebrow at me,

I shook my head.

button up dress

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

behind me."

cliché can you get? I've

and walked over to

pointed the gun at who was

"Get inside." He growled.

turned to see

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

arm seemed to

ran over to him, he winced as I led him over to the couch to examine his

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