Chapter 11
Kristina had been in town for two full days, and was impressed with Aleksandr's survival instinct; he'd managed to avoid her since that first night at Jakes. Which was fine, she'd intended to let him resurface in his own good time, and then they'd 'discuss' his impromptu ad-libbing.
Waiting for him was no longer possible; she was going to find him today…and he'd better be prepared for some serious retribution!
She'd spent her first full day doing exactly as what she'd described to Johnny. She'd slept until noon, and then had lunch with her mother and her sisters. They'd run into Johnny at Kelly's, who for some reason…had felt absolutely compelled to mention her that her 'boyfriend' was staying at the Metro Court.
He'd smiled at her obvious discomfort as she'd gotten the fifth degree from her mom and Molly. Thankfully Sam and semi-rescued her…but now she was obligated to bring Aleksandr's blasted hide to 'family' dinner. Jason meets Aleksandr…great…just, perfect.
Later that same evening she and Molly had eaten dinner with the rest of her family; her father, Olivia, Dante, Brook Lynn, Michael, Abby, and Morgan. Carly had even swung by after dinner with Jossyln and Jax in tow. Of course, nothing was ever easy. They'd heard about Aleksandr from Molly, who was absolutely 'delighted' to meet the first boy Kristina had ever brought home. Now everyone wanted to meet him.
She was in hell.
She'd been calling Aleksandr every hour on the hour since then…and yesterday evening she'd even gone to his hotel room, but he'd been out. He was bound and determined to ignore her, and give her time and space to calm down; it was an impressive really, all things considered...
Which was how Kristina found herself standing outside Aleksandr's hotel room at the Metro Court, at 6am, on the morning of her third day home; she knew he was in there, and now he was going to pay.
She stood for several seconds simply glaring contemptuously at his door. If he were a more reasonable human being she wouldn't have to be up at such an ungodly hour. No, he really had brought this on himself. With an aggravated sigh, she hitched her purse higher on her shoulder and began to bang mercilessly on his door, as hard and as loud as she could, studiously ignoring the 'Do Not Disturb' sign.
Abruptly the door was yanked open, and a bleary eyed Aleksandr stood staring at her on the other side of the door. He was wearing only a pair of black pajama pants, and his hair was sticking up all over his head in ridiculous disarray.
"Kristya, are you alright?" his voice was sleepy, disoriented, and obviously concerned. He knew her well enough to understand that, if she were standing on the other side of his door's peephole at 6am, something seriously wrong.
"You're a dead man Sokolov." She deadpanned, reaching into her handbag and pulling out a pistol. His eyes went round and wide as she pointed it between his eyes and pulled the trigger.
He gasped in disbelief, yelped, and leapt further back into the protection of his room swearing in Russian; mercilessly she followed him inside, still pulling the trigger as she emptied the icy cold spray of the water gun into his face.
Finally out of ammo, she threw the empty purple pistol at him, where it bounced off his shoulder. Taking a deep, calming breath, she pushed her hair behind her ears, as he eyed her incredulously.
"Are you out of your mind!" he finally bellowed.
"No, you ass! But you and I need to talk!" she said, stomping over to the bathroom and returning with a hand towel, which she tossed at him. He snagged it in the air before it could hit him in the face; he looked positively murderous. She grinned impudently at him; good, she was in the mood for a good fight!
Sestrenka – little sister
Kristya - Russian diminutive (kind of like a nickname) of Kristina
Sasha - Russian diminutive (kind of like a nickname) of Aleksandr
Bolshoy Brat - Big Brother
