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 conversations right in

never could." I

"Right." He sighed.

Italians?" I asked "They were here last

were out." Sin said, while running his hand

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

seemed to internally smile.

an eye brow, "Isn't

teeth, "It

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

closet out of pure boredom to realize, that

causal clothes last night to wear to the

hate dresses and this was

go to bed naked

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

combing through my

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

knocked on his door once before walking

And there he was.

Shirtless.

stay up to his face, even though I caught a glimpse of a beautiful 8-pack. Or was that a

My eyes flickered.

definitely an

What do

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

an eyebrow at me,

I shook my head.

walked over to his drawer, handing me one of his button up dress shirts, "then wear this to bed, suka. We'll get

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

behind me." He

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

walked over

open the door, and pointed the gun at who was behind

"Get inside." He growled.

turned to

hair was now stained with blood, his

left outer most arm seemed to

him, he winced as

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