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

could." I reminded

"Right." He sighed.

Italians?" I asked "They were

said, while running

again?" Xavier asked, folding his arms

seemed to internally smile. "For a

brow, "Isn't it like

teeth, "It

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

the closet out of pure boredom to realize, that I

causal clothes last night to wear to

and this was the

outside and I refuse to go to bed naked around a

they just kinda got...blown up in

out of the room, combing through

his room, a few things that I didn't understand was that why Xavier spent his entire day in this hotel room, when

knocked on his door once before walking

And there he was.

Shirtless.

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

My eyes flickered.

yup, definitely

do you

"clothes... I need clothes, my other

cocked an eyebrow at me, "you

I shook my head.

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

was 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 life just killing people... I think

shrugged and walked over to the

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

"Get inside." He growled.

I turned

hair was now stained with blood, his right cheek bone was bruised

left outer most arm seemed

he winced as I led him

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