Chapter 41
Dmitri
Leaving a beautiful woman, who I was having a great conversation with to be in the office at this time of the morning just to attend to an uncle that I never saw eye to eye with had never felt so annoying.
A few weeks back, I’d do anything to be away from the house, away from her, but these days things were different. I desired and wanted to be with her most of the time.
“Why are you here?” I questioned in the coldest and most irritated tone ever.
He leaned on the backrest of the chair, his big stomach bulging forward. “To know how you’re doing,” He replied flatly and pulled out a cigarette from the wooden holder on my desk.
Courteously, I passed a lighter to him and rubbed my forehead. “And you expect me to buy that bullshit?” I scoffed.
He dragged in a smoke and puffed it out while I clenched my fist impatiently. My uncle, Petrov was one of the people who fought against my ascension to the post of Capo.
He’d always thought that his son would take the position because, in his eyes, I was unfit for the role. However, the joke was on him because his ‘beloved’ son was currently in prison.
Getting more irritated by each passing second I shared a room with him, I took a stick and lit it up.
“Come on, Dmitri, we are family. Am I not even allowed to check on the welfare of my little nephew?” His tone held a bit of sarcasm that I didn’t fail to miss and then he scrutinized my face like it was his first time seeing it. “Ouu, you’ve finally taken that weird mask off your face. I couldn’t believe a woman had you wrapped around her finger that you didn’t want anyone else to see your face,” He taunted me.
“How I chose to look is none of your business, uncle, so cut the chase and tell me why you’re here. I’ve got somewhere important to be,”
“Okay, okay, the business hasn’t been going well recently and I want to know why. Our retailers are threatening to go to another supplier if you don’t make the goodies available this weekend, and now, I want to know what you’re going to do to resolve the situation. Scratch that, I want to know why we’re even in such a situation,”
I picked up a stress ball and squeezed it roughly. “Tell them to be patient and assure them that they’ll get the goods soon,” I growled out.
“Soon isn’t specific, Dmitri. Who knows, it could be in ten months considering that you’re slacking-”
I banged my fist on the table, shutting him up. “That’s enough, uncle. I’ve been running this business successfully since my father died and if you can be honest with yourself, you’ll agree that I’ve improved what your brother left for me. So why can’t you trust me?”
He gradually got to his feet and propped his arms against the desk, leaning closer to me. “You’re not Ivanov,” His nose flared as he pinned on me a murderous glare.
“Well, go get him out from prison then. He’s not even capable of keeping himself out of trouble and you think he can become Capo? You’ve gotta be kidding me,” A sardonic chuckle hummed in my throat.
He clenched his jaw, his breaths bursting out in ragged pants. It felt good to know that I’d hit a sore spot.
“You’ll hear from me soon,” He spat with so much intensity that his words sounded like a threat and then he trotted off, but I was used to hearing things like that.
Besides, I didn’t become Capo by being weak. He couldn’t do half of the things I had to do to remain the boss.
“Have a nice day, uncle,”
A sigh of relief had barely left my lips when my door swung open and Margaret walked in briskly. Her red bodycon dress clung tightly to her like a second skin; the length stopping right under her ass.
Strangely, my body didn’t react as it used to at the sight of her, instead, I just wanted her to leave as soon as she came.
Her eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when she noticed that I didn’t have a mask on anymore.
“Is this really how you look?”
I stifled a yawn and folded my arms. “Why are you here?” That was the second time I was asking that question and it wasn’t for a good reason.
She scoffed in disbelief and strode to where I sat, attempting to plant her ass on my thighs but I reached for her arm to stop her. Her face turned crimson in embarrassment and surprise.
“I came to see you since you’re unreachable these days, and why are you pushing me away? Have you suddenly realized that you’re married and I’m not needed anymore?” She asked surly and the hurt in her voice couldn’t be hidden.
“Margaret…”
She raised her hand and cut me off. “No, Dmitri, I’m not a piece of trash you can dump when I’m no longer needed. Anyway, I came to remind you of my offer or isn’t your business important to you anymore?”
I took a deep sigh and clasped my fingers together. “Now, I want you to listen to me attentively. You can’t be my woman anymore, this is the last time I’ll tolerate you being in my office for any reason,”
She burst into hysterical laughter, tapping the edge of the table as tears flowed down her eyes. The laughter died down and she giggled softly, her eyes boring at me in disbelief.
“You can’t be serious, Dmitri. You can’t just toss me out like that,”
“Well, I can and I am. I’ll pay you off but I don’t want you anymore so stay clear,”
Her smirk turned into a deep frown. “My father is a damn politician so I don’t need your money. Do you think it’s all about the money for me? I’ve always been here for you because I love you, yet this is how you want to pay me back?”
I inclined my head as guilt gnawed in my chest. “Well, I warned you from the beginning not to fall for me,”
“The heart wants what it wants, even that which is bad for it. It’s not my fault that I wanted more than long nights of sex and your heart too,” She reached for her purse, took out a face towel and dabbed her face with it. “I know that all of this is because of that bitch, but I’d have you know that this isn’t over. I’ll never let you go,” She threatened.
I pinned her against the wall and grimaced. “Watch your tongue, woman, my wife isn’t a slut and what do you think your father is going to do if he finds out that his precious daughter has been hanging out with a mafia mobster?”
She pushed my hand away violently and picked up her purse. “That’s my problem to deal with, Dmitri, just keep it at the back of your mind that this isn’t the last time we’ll meet,”