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.

I forgot, well that sucks now we can't have conversations right in

never could." I reminded

"Right." He sighed.

I asked "They were here

said, while running his hand through his gorgeous

again?" Xavier asked, folding his arms over

seemed to internally smile.

cocked an eye brow, "Isn't it like

teeth, "It

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the rest of the afternoon in

pure boredom to realize,

wear to the beach, but

but I hate dresses and this was the only

I refuse to go to bed naked

I really did, they just kinda got...blown up in

out of the room, combing through

his entire day in this hotel

door once

And there he was.

Shirtless.

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

My eyes flickered.

yup, definitely an

What do

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

an eyebrow at me, "you

I shook my head.

his drawer, handing me one of his button up dress

to argue when there was a loud pounding on the door, He

behind me." He

How cliché can you get? I've trained

shrugged and walked over

door, and pointed the gun at who was behind it. I knew

"Get inside." He growled.

I turned to see

stained with blood, his right cheek

most arm

as I led him

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