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.

me, "Sorry. Right. I forgot, well that sucks now we can't have conversations

could." I

"Right." He sighed.

the Italians?" I asked "They were here last

we were out." Sin said, while

did you guys go again?" Xavier asked,

seemed to internally

eye brow, "Isn't it

clenched my teeth,

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of the afternoon in my room, playing

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

clothes last night to wear to the beach, but those were

I hate dresses and this was the only clean thing to

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

they

combing through my hair with my

understand was that why Xavier spent his entire day in this hotel room, when he has a perfectly good one next door. Slayer keeps

knocked on his door

And there he was.

Shirtless.

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

My eyes flickered.

yup, definitely an

do you

to look at his gorgeousness in front of me, "clothes... I need clothes, my other clothes got

me, "you have no more

I shook my head.

one of his button up dress shirts,

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

behind me." He

laughed, "get behind me? Are you serious? How cliché can you get? I've trained half my

shrugged and walked over to the

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

"Get inside." He growled.

turned

stained with blood, his right cheek bone was bruised a black and

most arm

him, he winced as I led him over to the couch

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