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 have conversations

could."

"Right." He sighed.

I asked "They were here last

said, while running

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

to internally smile. "For

an eye brow, "Isn't

teeth, "It

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of the afternoon in my room, playing with my new

of pure boredom to realize, that I didn't have

last night to wear to the beach, but those

hate dresses and this was the only

to go to

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

room, combing through my hair with my

called out walking towards his room, a few things that I didn't understand was that why Xavier spent his entire day in this

his door once before walking

And there he was.

Shirtless.

up to his face, even though I caught a glimpse of

My eyes flickered.

yup, definitely an

do

front of me, "clothes... I need clothes, my

eyebrow at me, "you have no

I shook my head.

and walked over to his drawer, handing me one of his button up

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

behind me." He

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

shrugged and walked over to

he swung open the door, and pointed the gun at who was behind it. I knew it was serious when I saw his face drain of

"Get inside." He growled.

turned

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

left outer most arm seemed to be

him, he winced as I led

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