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.

at me, "Sorry. Right. I forgot, well that sucks now we can't have conversations right in front of you, while you

never could." I

"Right." He sighed.

I asked "They

Sin said, while running his

Xavier

seemed to internally

brow, "Isn't

my teeth, "It sure

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of the afternoon in my room, playing with my

looked in the closet out of pure boredom to realize, that I didn't

clothes last night to wear to the

dress, but I hate dresses and this was the only clean thing

and I refuse to go to bed naked around a bunch of Horny

clothes- I really did, they just kinda

of the room, combing through my hair with my

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

on his door once

And there he was.

Shirtless.

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

My eyes flickered.

yup, definitely

What do you

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

an eyebrow at me,

I shook my head.

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

there was a loud pounding on the door, He over

me." He

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

walked over to the

the door, and pointed the gun at who was behind it. I knew it was

"Get inside." He growled.

turned

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

arm seemed

to him, he winced as I led

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