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.

I forgot, well that sucks now we can't have conversations right in front of

could."

"Right." He sighed.

the Italians?" I asked "They were here last

we were out." Sin said, while

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

to internally smile.

eye brow, "Isn't

clenched my teeth,

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afternoon in my room, playing with

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

night to wear to

had this dress, but I hate dresses and

refuse to go to bed naked

did, they just

the room, combing

was that why Xavier spent his entire day in this hotel room,

his door

And there he was.

Shirtless.

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

My eyes flickered.

definitely an

What do you

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

me,

I shook my head.

handing me one of his button up dress shirts, "then wear this to bed, suka. We'll get you

there was a loud pounding on the

behind me." He

cliché can you get? I've

shrugged and walked over

gun at who was behind it. I knew

"Get inside." He growled.

turned

now stained with blood, his right cheek

left outer most arm seemed to be

ran over to him, he winced as I

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