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.

"Sorry. Right. I forgot, well that sucks now we can't have conversations right in front

could." I reminded

"Right." He sighed.

the Italians?" I asked "They

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

where did you guys go again?" Xavier asked, folding

internally

an eye brow, "Isn't it like

teeth, "It

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of the afternoon in my room, playing

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

had those causal clothes last night to wear to

I hate dresses and this was the

to bed naked around a bunch of Horny ass Mafia

they

out of the room, combing through my hair with my

day in this hotel room, when he has a perfectly good one next door. Slayer keeps to himself, I

on his door once before

And there he was.

Shirtless.

even though I caught a glimpse of a beautiful 8-pack. Or was that

My eyes flickered.

definitely

What do

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

cocked an eyebrow at me,

I shook my head.

his drawer, handing me one of his button up

pounding on the door, He over

behind me." He

cliché can you get? I've trained half

walked

the door, and pointed the gun at who was

"Get inside." He growled.

I turned to see

normally white blonde hair was now stained with blood, his right cheek bone was

left outer most arm seemed

winced as

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