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

could."

"Right." He sighed.

Italians?" I asked "They were here

said, while running his hand

Xavier asked, folding his arms over

to internally smile.

cocked an eye brow, "Isn't

clenched my teeth, "It sure

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rest of the afternoon in my

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

causal clothes last night to wear

but I hate dresses and this was

and I refuse to go to bed naked

they just kinda got...blown up

out of the room, combing through my hair with

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 keeps to himself, I didn't

on his door once

And there he was.

Shirtless.

to his face, even though I caught a

My eyes flickered.

definitely an

do you

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

cocked an eyebrow at me,

I shook my head.

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

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

me." He

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

walked over

swung open the door, and pointed the gun at who was

"Get inside." He growled.

turned

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

most arm seemed to be

over to him, he winced as I

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