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.

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

could." I reminded

"Right." He sighed.

Italians?" I asked "They were here

were out." Sin said,

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

to internally smile. "For a

cocked an eye brow,

teeth,

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in my room, playing with

closet out of pure boredom to

those causal clothes last night to wear to the beach,

but I hate dresses and this

and I refuse to go to bed naked

did, they just kinda got...blown up

walked out of the room, combing through

entire day in this hotel room, when he has a perfectly good one next door. Slayer keeps to himself, I didn't know

his door once before walking

And there he was.

Shirtless.

his face, even though I caught a glimpse of a beautiful 8-pack.

My eyes flickered.

yup, definitely an

do you

look at his gorgeousness in front of me, "clothes... I need clothes,

at me, "you have

I shook my head.

handing me one of his button up

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

behind me."

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

shrugged and walked over to

the gun at who was behind it. I knew it was serious when I saw his face drain of

"Get inside." He growled.

turned

blonde hair was now stained with blood, his right cheek

most arm seemed to

winced as I led him

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