Chapter 86
Dmitri
I was frustrated and couldn’t find any better way to vent my anger other than shedding a generous amount of blood. There were only two people I had in mind-Enzo and my brother if he didn’t stop meddling in my affairs.
With my legs crossed on my desk and a cancer stick fixed between my lips, I fiddled with the butt of my gun, contemplating on sending Fedor to the great beyond or giving him one more task.
Vladimir waltzed into my office and settled on one of the couches, his gaze flitting from me to Fedor whose hands were tied behind him.
“Are you in love with Ariel?” I blurted, my gaze roving over him meticulously.
He flinched slightly and lifted his face, peering at me steadily. “She’s your woman, Capo. There’s no way I’d risk my life by falling for her,”
He shouldn’t even dare fall for her because I’d busy myself with decapitating him and separating his flesh from his bones.
Ariel was one woman I couldn’t joke with. I hated that I had to put her in such a difficult decision, thereby making her visit my brother. My blood still boiled at the thought of her facing Nikolai whom I didn’t trust.
Thankfully, he didn’t overstep his boundaries around her or I’d have driven a knife through his neck already.
Fucker.
He should have remained in Europe, rather than coming back to stir up problems for me.
“It’s good to hear that, and that’s why I’ll give you a task. If you fucking fail on this, you wouldn’t live to tell the story. Do you get it?” I barked and he inclined his head.
“Yes, Capo,”
I threw my legs to the ground and sat up squarely, dropping the cancer stick on a platter. “I want you to trail that pisser, Enzo. I want to know what he’s up to, I mean every little fucking detail. None should be missing. If I found out that you’re withholding any important information from me, you’ll be dead gone,” I warned him, my face masked with a spooky look that made my words more frightening.
He rose to his feet, understanding that I was done with him.
I strode to the wine cellar and took out a bottle of vodka. Vladimir’s eyes were glued on me, staring at me keenly as I poured a large amount of Vodka into a glass cup.
“When were you going to tell me?” His hands were folded, his face unsmiling.
My lips embraced the rim of the cup as I took a huge gulp, allowing the vodka burn through my chest. “Tell you what?” I replied in a surly tone.
He should have understood that I was pissed and beating around the bush would only push my buttons.
“You and I know that going to Russia won’t solve your problems, and I don’t know you as someone who runs away from his problems,” He joined me at the cellar and poured some alcohol for himself.
I ran my fingers through my hair and a frustrated hiss cracked through my lips. He was right, but my head seemed to be saturated presently.
The complications surrounding Margaret’s death and the mastermind behind Ariel’s kidnapping burdened me every freaking day. Then there was Nikolai who teamed up with Ivanov to usurp me from being Capo.
All these I could handle, but the last one was my growing feelings toward Ariel. Each moment I spent with her felt special. She calmed me in a way no one else could, not even Anya, and at the same time she was an expert at grating my nerves.
She knew how and when to be fierce and she knew when to be my woman. Every time without her was boring and bland. Even now, I just wanted to be at home with her, my cock buried into her addictive pussy.
I wanted our mouths to merge into one while I nibbled on her lower lip that she liked to bite so much. My dick twitched at the thought of her small smart mouth moving up and down on me.
She was perfect, too perfect for me and it was addicting.
“Earth to you, Dmitri…” Vladimir snapped his fingers and I held my glass in shattering grip. “You zoned out,”
I snorted and returned to my seat, swinging the chair around while I shut my eyes. A hard knock pounded on the metallic door and Vladimir permitted whoever it was to come in.
The atmosphere of the room changed from having the usual odd chill to sparks of rage flying around after Nikolai steered in with an annoying smirk pressed on his lips. It was more infuriating that we shared a resemblance.
I didn’t want to be identified with this traitor.
“Shouldn’t you be with your minion right now, you fucking prick?” I couldn’t help but ask.
He chuckled, resting his arms on the top rail of one of the chairs. “Mind your business, brother, it will help you a lot…”
“I’m not your brother,” I cut in sharply. “When are you going end this sick game?”
“It’s been a while since I had some fun. New Jersey was boring and now I want to add some colour to my life,” He had some glints of mischief glaring on his face.
“And messing with my business, the family’s business, is one way to accomplish that?” I rasped.
“Yup, one of the numerous ways. I could even add flirting with your beautiful wife to my list. Damn, she’s so gorgeous,” He commented with a New Jerseyan accent that sent me flying out of my chair, my fist connecting to his cheeks.
Being overwhelmed by rage, I couldn’t tell what was going on, but I rode on my destructive emotions, sending well aimed punches to every part of his body that he couldn’t protect.
He retaliated with equal intense blows. My lip cracked as blood seeped out of it, but I was satisfied with the bruises I decorated his face with.
Vladimir pulled me aggressively away from him and I staggered backward and found my footing.
“Get out of my office,” I scowled at him.
He smirked and wiped the blood trickling down his cheek from the cut under his left eyelid.
He’d barely made it to the door when gunshots rang in the air. The sound of loud and focused footsteps that closed in on my office increased my alertness.
“Is this your doing, asshole?” I yelled through gritted teeth, reaching for my gun.
The smirk on his face broadened. “It seems you have a lot of enemies,”
Another gunshot was fired and the door swung ajar. Instantly Vladimir pulled out his gun while Nikolai plopped down nonchalantly on the chair he’d been seating on earlier.
A man in his sixties stormed into my office with a few bodyguards whom I rounded up to ten with my eyes.
“Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?” I growled.
I got no response, instead he snatched a gun from the pocket of the guard beside him and cocked it, pointing it at me.
“It’s surprising that you don’t know the father of your dead play toy,” He responded and before I could reply, another shot from his gun was fired, the bullet piercing my arm.