Family Reunion {{open}}

[Vlad Romanov]

I looked up at the big hotel as the limo drove away with my father in it. I turned to say goodbye but it was too late, they already pulled away from the curve. I shook my head in disappointment and walked into the grand lobby with nothing but a suitcase. I let out a sigh as I stood there taking in the breath taking views, my eyes finally landing upon the front desk, I walked over to check in.
The man behind the desk was dressed in a very nice tuxedo and you could smell cigars on his garments, "May I help you?" he asked.
I nodded yes and handed him a note from my father, he opened it out of eyes view and looked up from behind the counter, "Yes, Mr. Romanov, we've been expecting you." He smiled, "Here for a family reunion I see." My eyebrows bunched up at his words, and before I could say anything he spoke again, "Yes is the answer son." He came around the counter and put his arm around me and started to walk me to the elevators, "I am Anatoly, a friend." he smiled handing me a room key.

I looked at him with shear awkwardness written on my face. I took the keys and watched as he hit the button to the penthouse floor. "Enjoy your stay Vlad." he exclaimed as he walked away. I reached up and rubbed my hand across my forehead, this was not what I expected. I thought I would be staying with Nikolai and the others, but apparently my disloyalty to the family business may have caused a riff. Now I was stuck in a hotel penthouse all alone.

I stepped onto the elevator doors when they glided open and rode up to the top floor, and stepped into the hallway searching for room 2011. When I found it I unlocked the door and pushed back the door revealing a truly amazing place. I stepped in locking the door behind me and sating my suitcase at my feet, "Home sweet home." I spoke in true Russian form as I started to explore the giant penthouse where I found an envelope on the bed with a letter from my father;

Vlad,

I am proud of you. I thought you may like your own place, so here it is. I also made sure your bank account was abundant. If you look in the closet I left you two gifts. Mikhail as asked you pick up Katia, I advised him you would oblige. Directions will be sent to you once more has been learned.

Love
Father


I let the note flow to the bed as I let it go and turned to the closet. I walked over to the closet slowly opening it up. The first thing I noticed was a tuxedo nicely protected under a plastic bag. I checked the size to make sure it would fit. The next thing I noticed was a box at the top of the closet, I pulled it down and walked it over to the bed. I sat it down and starred intently at it before finally opening it. Inside the cherry box laid what was now my new best friend. It was a Browning 9x19mm Hi-Power semi-automatic pistol with white-gold plated trimming. I picked it up and it felt nice in my hand, but yet foreign. I sat it on the bed too and sat there starring at it. All I could do now was wait. I had no clue where I was going or what I was suppose to do.

[ros]

Thank GOD I have a private jet. No way in hell was I going to fly commercial. There was no way I could sit next to all the normal people. Even in first class, I was too near anybody for my comfort. I preferred to have my own space and I was not going to jeopardize my own comfort when I had my own transport to take me wherever it felt like going. It was my jet, since I took everything from that bastard. It was his fault that my mother was dead anyway. She should not have had to die so young, but he wanted a son so seriously, he had to risk her health to get one.

I took his life from him and everything he cared for in this world. He never had taken care of on me. So I took care of him. It was a simple task to do. He was a jackass and I took him down easily. He was nothing else than a donor of the sperm, nothing else that an being that provided the specific material in the making of me. If my mother had been able to create me on her own, without risking her health, I know that she would have. I know that she loved me more than her life, if not, she would not have risked her life to have me.

I checked in to the hotel, taking the elevator until the floor that my room was on. I walked through corridor, sliding the key through the groove. The red lights flashed and I cursed quietly under my breath. I hated when the incompetent workers fucked up and my card hadn’t been activated. Trying again I struck the door with the foot. “Puerta maldecida dios!” I balled my fist, striking the door again with my fist, sighing heavy.

[Vlad Romanov]

I heard her cursing and her pounding on the door. I stood up off the bed, placing the gun in my waist line and pulling my shirt down over it ,before walking over to the door.
I looked out the peep hole and rolled my eyes at the blond broad who was obviously having real issues. I opened the door and stood there looking at her for a moment ,my arms folded over my chest as I eased against the wall of the doorway, "Have you given any thought to the fact you might have the wrong room?" I asked a bit surprised she hadn't taken the time to check her room number again, before continuing to pound on my door.

I reached for the paper in her hand and took it from her, looking at the room number myself, "Your room is there." I pointed across the hall and placed the paper back into her fingers. I gave her a smirk as my eyes checked her out. She didn't seem to be my type, but if she were willing, I could use a little romp in the sack. I bent down taking one of her suitcases and carrying it over to her door, "I will forgive you for disturbing me just this once." I said as serious as I could possibly fake. The sarcasm of the comment rang out in my voice like bells on Christmas morning. I couldn't help but be a litle smartass, she looked so intense. I turned to walk back to my door not sure how she would react to my humor.

[ros]

I grunted, hating that the damned key wasn’t working. I was going to have to go downstairs and berate them all over the coals for not getting my key activated, but then the door opened and I blinked more than a few times. The man folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall. He looked very smug and I wasn’t about to admit that I had come to the wrong room, sin that apparently was the case here.

"Have you given any thought to the fact you might have the wrong room?" I glared at him, crossing my own arms over my ample breasts. He spoke in Russian to me and I bit at my tongue, already angered enough. Russians and I didn’t get along that well, well, unless I was fucking them, which usually ended in me dispatching of them. He took the key card sleeve from my hand an I was about ready to slap him for invading my personal space.

"Your room is there." He pointed across the hall, slipping the sleeve back in my hand. He looked me over and I about near kicked him in the groins for being so blatantly obvious at sizing up my sexual appeal. He leaned over, picking up the handheld bag I had dropped, having carried only my most precious belongings with me, not entrusting them to the bellhop. I leaned over, picking up my purse I had dropped as well as my briefcase and followed him across the hall.

"I will forgive you for disturbing me just this once." He would forgive me. ME. Dear hell, who did he think he was. And he SURELY had no idea who he was talking to. I didn’t even care to thank him and as he turned back to his room, I was more than grateful as the light turned green and I opened the door to my room. I kicked the bag he had so carelessly left in front of my door and turned back to him.

“For future reference,” I told him, speaking in his own tongue, knowing my Columbian accent was heavier than his Russian accent, and I loved it. Of course the Spanish were far stronger than any other weak nation and we would always be. “Never talk down to me. I’m sure you wouldn’t want your balls chopped off and fed to you, now would you?”

[Vlad Romanov]

It was silent as I waited for a thank you or something like that. Usually if people were helpful they got something along those lines. She didn't seem very grateful for my help. It annoyed me in a childish way. We've all had people in our lives that we didn't hit it off with right away. I could tell she held herself in high regards, and I wasn't a moron. I could pick up on her Columbian accent. Don't get me wrong, after I picked up on the cultural barrier, I didn't expect anything but a spit in the face, but really can't we all just get along? And my father wonders why I think the Mob is a waste of my time? Why couldn't I have been born into a hippie family? At least then it's peace, love, and thank you.

After I was done ranting in my head about her bad manners, I shook it off opening my door. Before I could get my door closed I heard her say, “For future reference,” “Never talk down to me. I’m sure you wouldn’t want your balls chopped off and fed to you, now would you?” I poked my head back out the door at her and replied, "You're welcome." I rolled my eyes as I shut the door behind me. I laid my head against it as I gave my head a disapproving shake from left to right. I then let out a heavy sigh and walked back over to the bed I had been sitting on before she so rudely beat down my door.

Maybe I should call Nikolai. I was tired of sitting here. Shouldn't I be with family?