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

never could." I reminded

"Right." He sighed.

asked

out." Sin said, while running his hand through his

Xavier asked, folding his

seemed to internally

cocked an eye brow, "Isn't it

my teeth, "It sure

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

pure boredom to realize, that I didn't

had those causal clothes last night to wear to the beach, but those

and this

dark outside and I refuse to go to bed

other clothes- I really did, they just kinda got...blown

room, combing through my hair with my

entire day in this hotel room, when he has

on his door once before walking

And there he was.

Shirtless.

face, even though I caught a glimpse

My eyes flickered.

yup, definitely an

What do you

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

at me, "you have no

I shook my head.

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

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

behind me." He

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

shrugged and walked over to the

who was behind it. I knew it

"Get inside." He growled.

turned to

blood, his right cheek bone was bruised

left outer most arm seemed to

ran over to him, he winced as I led him over

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