Kristina's POV
Johnny is cupping my left breast through my clothes and it excites me. I'm kissing him with more force now.
I hear a large crash and the sound of glass shattering followed by two gunshots. Johnny leaps up and pulls out his gun before heading out of my room.
"Stay back!" I hear him shout.
"Johnny!" I screech flailing my arms.
Everything's happening so fast, it feels like the room is spinning. My heart is pounding in my chest; I think I hear the fire alarm go off. I'm petrified; Johnny is practically fearless. He thinks he has nine lives or something because he's survived gunshot wounds. I'm so used to curling up in a ball and balling my eyes out during incidents like this.
Breathing deeply I stand up wipe away the few tears and walk over to the door slowly just to peer out.
Johnny is in the middle of my living room with his gun still drawn. Keeping it cocked the entire time, he walks in my direction.
"I told you to stay back," he says putting his gun down on my nightstand.
"I was so scared," I say tears starting to flow. "I need to see if you were alright."
He gathers me in his arms and guides me to the bed. I'm sitting in his lap and he's cradling me like a small child while my face is buried in his next.
"It's gonna be okay," he tries to assure me. "We'll gather your stuff and I'll take you back to my place."
"I can't lose you; you mean so much to me," I cry.
"You'll never lose me, I'll always be here for you," he swears.
We stay like that for a few minutes before the police start banging down the door.
"We need you to come down to the station for further questioning," Officer Padilla says in her thick accent after we give our statements.
She seems like a complete hardass, no nonsense type of cop. Her long dark hair is up in a ponytail and she has this serious look on her face like she despises us. Why wouldn't she though? You have a mob prince and princess standing in an apartment amongst broken glass with little bullet holes visible in the couch.
Johnny takes my hand in his and gives it a loving squeeze. I want to smile at him but Officer Hardass is intently watching us. She might think we're signaling each other some clues for a fake alibi.
About an hour later I'm standing on holding onto the railing with the intricate detailing as I follow Johnny up the spiral staircase.
I can't even go back to my apartment until tomorrow; it's considered a crime scene. I'm ignoring the vibrations of my phone. I know it's either my mother or father calling about the shooting after seeing it on the news. Whatever, I don't feel like talking to either of them and I'm safe with Johnny.
He opens a door and I follow him into the bedroom. "This will be your room from now on," he says.
"From now on?" I ask raising an eyebrow.
"No way am I letting my girl stay in an apartment where she could die. I have bullet proof windows and security all over this place. You're perfectly safe here," He ensures.
"What about my clothes?" I ask.
"I'll send people to bring your stuff over here once the police let us get back into your apartment. You're staying here tonight with me," he says.
"Well then I need to go out, I have some stuff I need to buy," I say.
"Can't you use what's here already?" he asks.
I shake my head. "No, you're a man. I need to buy soap, shampoo, conditioner, clothes to sleep in, clothes to wear tomorrow, a brush, a comb, a toothbrush, toothpaste, lotion, flat iron, curling iron, and underwear," I list.
"You really don't need that last item," he jokes wrapping his arms around my waist.
"I'm not playing, Johnny. I need to go pick up all that stuff," I saying staring at him seriously.
"But not right this very second. Remember what we were doing before those gunshots interrupted us?" he asks with a devilish smile.
"I remember," I say. "And if you wanna cop another feel of these…" I cup my breasts. "…you need to take me to the store," I finish.
"Fine, but can it waits a little while? We just got here and it's already been a long day and it's only 3 o clock."
"Alright," I sit down on the bed. "But not too long."
He plops down next to me. "I know you were scared earlier….."
I turn to face him. "How could I have not been? My boyfriend hears gunshots, leaps up with his to go shooting after him, and tells me to stay back and hide."
"I was worried about you the whole time I was away from you. What if we had been in the living room instead of your bedroom?" he asks.
"I don't know. My guards didn't even rush in," I say.
"Guards? You have guards?" he asks.
"Dad has guards on me from time to time. I've seen them before, he thinks I don't know when they're following me but I do. Sometimes he has guards outside of my apartment keeping watch during the night," I explain.
"Well if someone was guarding you today they did a horrible job. You could've been killed!" he reminds me.
"I know and that scares me. I'm trying not to think about that, I'll have nightmares tonight. When I was little I used to go into complete shock. I'd be mute and stare into space. I had to go to therapy sessions with Dr. Winters," I recall.
"I wish I had gone to therapy," he says "I probably wouldn't be as screwed up as I am now. When I was little seeing my father shoot my mother dead in front of me was horrifying. I remember her falling on the floor and bleeding out. She was trying to protect me; the bastard wanted me dead not her."
I can see the pain in his eyes as he speaks. "As much as I bitch about my parents I can't imagine watching them die."
"My mother Maria was a beautiful woman. She had a good heart and she just wanted a good life. Her one mistake was marrying an older, psychotic bastard who was jealous of his own children. That's why he killed her by mistake. He wanted me dead because he was jealous of the attention she showed me. Heaven forbid she show some love to her child!" he shouts angrily.
"It's alright," I say wrapping my arms around him and kissing his cheek softly.
"It's not alright!" he shakes his head. His voice is cracking a bit. "It'll never be alright."