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.

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

never could."

"Right." He sighed.

Italians?" I asked "They were

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

did you guys go again?" Xavier asked, folding his arms

internally smile. "For a

an eye brow,

my teeth, "It sure

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in my room, playing with

the closet out of pure boredom to

night to wear

but I hate dresses and this was the only clean thing to

getting dark outside and I refuse to go to bed naked around a bunch of Horny ass Mafia

they just kinda got...blown

of the room, combing

things that I didn't understand 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, I didn't know why Xavier

his door once

And there he was.

Shirtless.

I caught

My eyes flickered.

yup, definitely an

What do

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

at me,

I shook my head.

his drawer, handing me one of his button up dress shirts, "then wear this to

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

behind me." He

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

and walked over

one calculated move he swung open the door, and pointed the gun at who was behind

"Get inside." He growled.

I turned to see

with blood, his right

left outer most arm seemed to be

winced as I

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