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.

we can't have

could." I

"Right." He sighed.

asked "They were here

said, while running

again?" Xavier asked, folding his arms over his

to internally smile. "For a

eye brow, "Isn't it

my teeth,

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afternoon in my room, playing with my new

of pure boredom to realize,

last night to wear to the

and this was

refuse to go to bed naked around a

had other clothes- I really did, they

combing through my

understand was that why Xavier spent his entire day

his door once before walking

And there he was.

Shirtless.

face, even though I caught

My eyes flickered.

definitely

do

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

cocked an eyebrow at me, "you have no more

I shook my head.

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

loud pounding on the door, He over to

me."

almost laughed, "get behind me? Are you serious? How cliché can you get? I've trained

walked over to

pointed the gun at who was behind it. I knew it was serious when

"Get inside." He growled.

turned to see

blood, his right cheek

outer most arm seemed

as I led him over to the couch to

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