Chesha Neko Trilogy, Book One, Part 5: MonacoRaz-neva Tournament

Chesha Neko Trilogy, Book 1, Part 7:*BEGINNING TO THINK HE'S A CRIME LORDby valuciaThe next day, Jada was still feeling palpably infatuated with Ayano and his performance in the ring. They awoke late morning and took a bath together.?Ayano, does that guy Varujan report to you?? she asked, interrupting his play-by-play recap of the fight.?Varujan?s the bookie?? he said evasively.?I know that. That?s not what I asked,? she persisted. ?You seem to command a lot of respect for a metallurgist,? she said, kissing his cheek.?The people of Romania value--? Ayano was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.?Are you expecting someone?? Jada asked, pulling away from him and causing the bathwater to swirl. She was surprised and slightly irritated by the interruption but also mad that he was about to insult her intelligence.*?I asked Sergei to bring me something that makes me feel better after a fight," he said, climbing out of the bath. He put on a robe and went downstairs. She sighed. Perfect timing. She could tell he was right about to lie to her anyway. Shortly, she got tired of waiting for him and hovered by the bedroom door in her towel.? Ayano was asking in Romanian.?" Sergei replied.?" he said casually.?"?" Ayano said, holding up an unusually thick folded newspaper.*?" Sergei smirked.?" Ayano congratulated him.*?? Sergei patted Ayano?s shoulder.?really liked the tournament!!>? Ayano said and they both laughed.*Ayano said goodbye and shut the door behind Sergei. Jada saw him disappear into another room downstairs. What was he up to? The language was like pouring rain and she had only a few pots to catch it in. Something in Belarus, pay, and then morati- that could be killed, like morte- death, but it could also be like morar, to inhabit. And then tits, they were definitely talking about tits. After spending so much time with Ayano's friends, she picked up lots of words like tits, slut, ass, and fucking. She considered asking him whose tits they were talking about, but she decided she wasn?t going to reveal she was learning Romanian until the right moment.Right as Jada finished getting dressed, Ayano returned.?Awww, that?s a fucking shame. You?re dressed," he said, walking in with a spring in his step.*?You were taking too long. What did he bring you???Just some traditional remedies," he said vaguely.*?Really?? Jada asked, scrutinizing him.*?Really. I don?t do steroids, it?s too early in the day for coke. What else could you be thinking?? he asked, playfully unzipping the skirt she had just zipped up.?Why won?t you just tell me, then???What, after you shitted-- shat-- all over my Romanian superstitions? I?ll have you know that Dumitru?s cousin washed her hair on a Tuesday just ONE TIME and her house burnt to the ground by nightfall!? he said, grabbing her leg and making her sit down on the bed. He removed her shoe and went after the other.*?I?m just mad you left the bathtub. You left me there to prune away,? she lamented. ?Give me back my shoe!??Do you have somewhere to go?? he asked, unzipping her skirt again.?Let?s go to the Black Sea Coast like you said. I?m a tourist. You have to take Ankara escort me places,? she ordered as he pulled down a strap of her tank top.*?Okay, I?ll get a hotel. Me and you or bring everyone???Bring everyone, why not!? she said, squirming away from him. He reached for her.?Jada?? he pouted.?You get to fuck me later tonight. I have to punish you for leaving a beautiful naked woman in the tub while you went and got some... folk medicine or whatever!? she said, straightening out her clothes. She had no choice but to try to believe him. He certainly did perk up after Sergei?s visit. His pupils were normal, though. They?d be larger if he had done coke. And she?d never seen needle marks on him.?Where?s your computer? I want to see what hotel you?re choosing,? she demanded, strutting away from him and down the stairs.*?You can use the laptop in the desk drawer in my office,? he called to her, admitting defeat and getting dressed.?Am I going to find porn on it?? Jada asked, not liking to use other people?s computers for that reason.*?Do you want to?? Ayano asked from upstairs, a glimmer of hope in his voice.*?No! Wait til tonight!? she repeated, smiling.?Aaaaugh!? he yelled in protest, probably only kidding.*CONSTANTA RESORTThe beach at the Mamaia resort was beautiful. People went to this resort to be seen. It was huge! Jada and Ayano had a room in the master villa which was surrounded by a pool, hot tub, several smaller guest houses, and a path to the beach. When they arrived Friday night, they grilled pork and beef on the grill and drank a lot, but nothing too crazy. Ayano had rounded up around twenty-five friends, all of them pretty decent by Jada?s judgment, at least so far.**On Saturday, Jada was wearing a small turquoise bikini with a thong bottom, which was a little uncommon in the area. Her wavy black hair didn't need any coiffing by the humid salty air. And with her high-heeled sandals, she looked like a supermodel.*All of his friends were dressed casually now, some in bathing suits. More of Sergei's scary prison tattoos were more visible now. Most notably, a skull in despair was over his heart with black Cyrillic letters. It made him look especially intimidating whereas Niko and Dumitru didn't look that unusual in beach clothes at all.*Everyone was lounging around the outdoor grill and picnic tables outside. While the meat looked delicious, Jada was getting frustrated about the lack of choices.***?Do Romanians ever eat vegetables?? she asked them, eating her steak.?Cabbage. Potatoes, I guess," Dumitru told her.?They say you are what you eat. You?re supposed to eat healthy green stuff some of the time, you guys. I swear, I haven?t seen anything green since I got here!? she said. She was the only person not familiar with Romania in the group.*Jada was also getting increasingly frustrated that a lot of people didn?t speak the same languages as her. It especially annoyed her when Ayano and his friends used Romanian in front of her when they were among enough English speakers to speak in English. And there definitely were things Ayano liked Ankara escort bayan to talk about without her knowledge. He was deliberately excluding her.*Later in the evening, she walked away from yet another conversation she didn't understand. She wanted a cigarette again, so she looked for someone with a pack. Sergei was standing on the patio under the roof of another villa. She glanced at more of his Cyrillic prison tattoos and interesting scars on his bare chest and arms. He was as built as Ayano, just paler, hairier, and a few inches taller. If he didn't have such an evil vibe, he might have been good-looking. As he smoked, he looked out at the hot tub. It was full of topless women.*?Sergei, can I have a cigarette, please?? she asked. He opened his pack and offered it to her. She took one out and he lit it for her. ?What are you looking at out here, huh?? she teased. He took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled.?Tit soup,? he said, still looking at the hot tub and not cracking a smile.?It?s hard to get used to all of them, all staring you in the eye!? she laughed. ?Did you ever get a date with Tanea?? she asked, elbowing his side.*?Yes, I did. You put in a good word for me, eh?? he asked, almost looking friendly.?Sure. When you?re in love, you want everyone to be in love!? she gushed, knowing that it was a ridiculously sentimental thing to say to him. He smirked. ?So, do all Moldovans speak Russian?? she asked.*Sergei gave her a fairly detailed linguistic history of the Balkans, having to go back centuries to answer her question. She listened politely. Her cigarette was almost done when he finished.**GUNSHOTS(Summary: Everyone was happy and full of wine and tuica when some outsiders approached their group quickly, firing guns. It turned out that Ayano and his friends had guns and were good with knives. Jada was high and drunk, so she went into their villa as she was told.)Jada sat down on the bed, their suitcases on the floor still mostly unpacked. Ayano knelt in front of her, trying to establish eye contact with her.*?Baby, baby, it?s okay. The coke is probably making this seem a lot worse than it is. The cops are going to be here soon?? he told her. Her eyes opened wide. ?No, no, no, the cops aren?t a problem, Jada. We just need to clean up out there, they?ll look around, we?ll say it was fireworks, give them some cash, they?ll leave," He caressed her cheek. ?We?ll talk when I get back here, okay? Can you wait a few minutes??Jada felt shaky. Cracked out, she had heard people call it, when cocaine makes someone feel edgy and paranoid and not good at all.*?Ayano, I just need to get out of here and think for a minute," she said.?Iubi, just stay here, when the cops leave we?ll smoke some pot, have some more wine and talk about this, okay?? Ayano said soothingly.?Okay," she agreed. He went back out to orchestrate the scene. Jada felt too stressed out to be there. She paced for another five minutes, but she was convinced it had been over an hour. So, she put on a coverup print dress and hoodie over her bathing suit and walked out the front Escort Ankara door. She decided to take a bus to the downtown area and found a bar.Thinking was really hard on cocaine. Everything sounded like it could be true. The paranoia was bothering her, too. She could swear that the bartender was talking to the waitress about her. And the people coming and going. That guy was watching her as he talked on a cell phone, wasn?t he? Or was she being crazy? She ordered a shot and another beer. Soon, she was starting to calm down.?Jada Versailles?? a voice called. She turned around slowly towards the entrance. Two guys, one in Adidas and the other in coveralls, were standing there.*?Yes?? she asked faintly.?Telephone," the Adidas guy said, handing her a cell phone. She took it, feeling spooked.*?Hello??*?Iubi, I know this was nuts, but please get in the car with these guys and come back here," It was Ayano. She thought for a minute. She might have been able to take these guys, but she really didn?t feel like fighting and she didn?t have any sort of plan after that. May as well go peacefully. If she had decided to go back, she would've needed a ride anyway, she reasoned.*A RIDE BACK?Okay, I?m coming," she said softly. She stood up and the guys walked her out of the bar. Adidas guy got in the front of a four-door sedan that was in a weird shape they didn?t make in the United States. The guy in coveralls sat in the back with her. They pulled away from the curb and no one said anything for the entire ride. What a mindfuck this is, she thought. They arrived at the resort. Sergei was waiting at the gate to their villas, still in swim trunks but wearing a shirt now, and smoking a cigarette, of course.*He opened Jada?s door to let her out, spoke with the driver in Romanian, and gave him a wad of cash. He shut the car door and hit the car?s roof twice and the men were gone.*?You have a nice walk?? Sergei asked dryly as he led her up the path to the front door.*?Who were those guys?? she asked him.*?They weren?t friends of yours?? he replied, pretending to be bewildered. The trail of cigarette smoke from his mouth turned and twisted in the salty wind. Jada wasn?t going to get a straight answer from him. Why would she think that they could be friends? Everyone was Ayano?s friend first. Sergei pulled open the front door and allowed her to enter first. Ayano stood there, looking worried and a little cracked out himself.*?Who were those men and how did you find me?? she demanded, stopping in her tracks.*?I just wanted to be sure you?d be safe, iubi," he answered "" he said to Sergei, who left immediately with a frustrated look on his face.*?What the fuck is going on?!? she asked, her voice breaking. It was disturbing not to know how she was pursued.*?You ran off, I was concerned for your safety, so I asked some friends if they had seen you. And they had," he explained, giving her the TV Guide summary version of what happened.?How do you have friends all over the city? You don?t even live here," she asked, her anger stirring like a cat, waving its tail. Ayano didn?t answer her. She sat on the edge of the bed. How big was Constanta? She went to a completely random location. Was she cornered no matter where she went in this city? In this country? Her heart thumped miserably. It didn?t like this prospect. This was a terrible time to be on cocaine. Ayano poured a glass of red wine.