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 right in

could." I

"Right." He sighed.

asked "They

said, while running his hand through his

guys go again?" Xavier asked,

to internally smile. "For

eye brow, "Isn't it

clenched my teeth, "It sure

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

the closet out of pure boredom to

causal clothes last night to wear to the

I hate dresses and this

go to bed naked around

had other clothes- I really did, they

of the room, combing through my hair

day in this hotel room, when he has a perfectly good one

on his door once before walking

And there he was.

Shirtless.

forced my eyes to stay up to his face, even though I

My eyes flickered.

yup, definitely

What do

not to look at his gorgeousness in front of me, "clothes... I need clothes, my other clothes

me, "you

I shook my head.

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

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

behind me." He

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

walked over to

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

"Get inside." He growled.

turned to see

hair was now stained with blood, his right

most arm seemed to be

ran over to him, he winced as I led

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