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.

that sucks now we can't have conversations right in front of you, while you being oblivious."

never could." I reminded

"Right." He sighed.

I asked "They were here last

said,

Xavier asked, folding his

to internally

an eye brow,

clenched my teeth, "It sure

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afternoon in my room, playing

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

clothes last night to wear to the beach, but

but I hate dresses and

to bed

clothes- I really did, they just kinda

walked out of the room, combing through my

didn't understand was that why Xavier spent his entire day in this hotel room, when he

knocked on his door

And there he was.

Shirtless.

face, even though I caught a glimpse of

My eyes flickered.

definitely an

do

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

eyebrow at me, "you

I shook my head.

shrugged and walked over to his drawer, handing me one of his button up dress shirts, "then wear

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

me." He

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

and walked over to

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

"Get inside." He growled.

turned to see

blood, his right cheek

left outer most arm

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

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