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

could."

"Right." He sighed.

asked "They were here last

Sin said, while running his hand through his

where did you guys go again?" Xavier

internally smile. "For

cocked an eye brow, "Isn't it like

teeth,

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rest of the afternoon in my

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

causal clothes last night to wear to the beach, but those were

I hate dresses and this was the only clean thing to

getting dark outside and I refuse to go to bed naked around a

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

room, combing through my hair with my

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

his door once before walking

And there he was.

Shirtless.

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

My eyes flickered.

definitely an

What do

at his gorgeousness in front of me, "clothes... I

eyebrow at me,

I shook my head.

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

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

me." He

How cliché can you get? I've trained

shrugged and walked over

who was behind it. I knew

"Get inside." He growled.

turned to

hair was now stained with blood, his right cheek

left outer most arm seemed to be

him, he winced as I led him over to the couch to examine

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