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.

now we can't have conversations right in front of you, while you

never could." I reminded

"Right." He sighed.

Italians?" I asked "They were here

thing we were out." Sin said, while running his hand through his

again?" Xavier asked, folding his

internally smile. "For

eye brow, "Isn't it

my teeth, "It

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afternoon in my room,

pure boredom to

last night to wear to the beach, but those

had this dress, but I hate dresses and

was getting dark outside and I refuse to go to

they

out of the room, combing through my hair with my

was that why Xavier spent his entire day in this hotel room, when he has a perfectly good one next door. Slayer keeps to himself,

his door once before

And there he was.

Shirtless.

to his face, even though I caught a glimpse

My eyes flickered.

definitely

What do you

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

at me, "you have

I shook my head.

over to his drawer, handing me one of his button up

loud pounding on the door,

behind me."

behind me? Are you serious? How cliché can you get? I've trained half my life

shrugged and walked over to

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

"Get inside." He growled.

turned

blood, his

outer most arm

he winced as I led him

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