The muffled pistol shot echoed in Lily’s ears, then seemed to vanish into the ocean’s roar. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drum, it didn't help the fact that she stumbled, seeing Dmitri move in a blur.The man in the Hawaiian shirt was a crumpled heap on the boardwalk, a dark stain spreading on the wood. Dmitri didn’t spare him a second glance. He was already by Lily’s side, grabbing her arm, his grip firm and hot, pulling her.“Move,” he growled, his voice rough, urgent. He pulled her, almost dragging her, away from the moonlit beach, back towards the distant, bright lights of the lobby. His eyes were sharp, darting, scanning every face.He steered her quickly towards a quieter service elevator, away from the main guest traffic, pressing the button impatiently.Inside the elevator, Lily finally found her voice. “Wha—what happened? Who was that?” Her voice was shaky.Dmitri’s jaw was tight. His gaze was intense, focused on the numbers lighting up. “He was a distraction
Lily's eyes bugged out. "Just One room?" she mouthed silently at Dmitri. He ignored her, taking the key card."Excellent," he said, and turned away, expecting her to follow. What choice did she have? Run away and risk a real prison cell, or stay and share a very fancy room with the man who made her stomach do flip-flops?They reached a fancy wooden door. Dmitri swiped the card. "Welcome to your home away from home, Mrs. Kalashnikov," he said, holding the door open. That smirk again. It was infuriating. And yet, she noticed the way his suit jacket pulled across his broad shoulders as he moved.Focus, Lily. He's the enemy.Wait. Is he?She stepped inside. The room was massive. The king-sized bed faced a wall of windows looking out onto a moonlit ocean. It was clearly made for one couple."You're kidding me," Lily said, turning to him, her voice flat.Dmitri closed the door, the click echoing. He tossed his keys onto a glass table. The faint scent of his cologne, sharp and clean, filled
Kentucky Border.7:00pm.“I have to pee.”Dmitri's gaze was forced to shift to hers.“Pee?”She nodded.They couldn't stop to pee now, they still hadn't reached their destination.“Hold it, we are almost there.”“What the freaking heck. I can't hold it, I'd pee all over the car.Lily's face has gone paler than its usual self. She wasn't lying and he knew he had to stop now if he didn't want the entire car to smell like human waste product.“Ostanovis' seychas!” (stop now.)The driver didn't need to be told twice and in the next minute the car pulled up in the middle of Kentucky and Chicago borders.The car rolled to a stop, gravel crunching beneath the tires. The countryside stretched out endlessly under the golden hues of the sunset.The plan was to get her out the house mainly because of the people he was tracking down. Kentucky had some lead and what better excuse to get her out of the house and still under his watch. Dmitri glanced at the rearview mirror, his eyes scanning the
The summer dress dangled down her petite frame and Lily wondered how Dmitri had managed to get her exact fit. Did he somehow check her measurements while she was asleep or was she just being delusional.Taking one last look at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn’t help but admire how the soft nude fabric complemented her pale skin. The delicate roses scattered across the dress added a gentle charm, making her feel... different.She could remember the last time she put on a summer dress. Last year, a scorching September in Miami. Her dad has decided to take a rare permit from work to whisk her away for a much-needed summer vacation in Miami.She was reluctant at first, especially because it was September. As a journalist, her job required she got the latest gossip, chasing breaking stories, and well, Summer in New York had a whole lot of news just waiting to burst out. She’d gone, but not without a fuss—and a lengthy scolding from her boss.Now, the memory was bittersweet, li
Days turned into weeks with Lily stuck under Dmitri's house.Every free time she had–which was basically all the time– was spent writing a Biography she was assigned to.Dmitri had warned her that although she was to write his biography, there was no digging in his personal life involved.Lily found this difficult especially because that was her job and how the hell was she supposed to write a biography about someone when she wasn't even allowed to know much about them.Lily mingled with the pen in her fingers before biting at the tip. After another minute of thinking what next to write she slumped down on her book.“Urghh.” She groaned. “This stupid house.”Finally giving up for that day, Lily found herself scribbling random figures on the pages while fiddling with the pen.She had managed to sketch a shabby looking dove that looked more like a bat than a dove.Lily was still busy trying to get the animal's perfect shape and didn't even notice when her room door creaked open.Dmitri
“P-punishment?”Lily’s voice trembled, what did he mean by that. Dmitri's lips curled up into a sinister grin.He gun trailed over her face, trailing from her lips down to her chin.“Yes, princess. A little lesson in obedience never hurt anyone.”He straightened his posture, his piercing gaze slicing through her as he lowered the gun to his side.“Let’s see who should take the fall for this. Shall we?”Her heart pounded in her chest as Dmitri turned to Gabrielle, who stood like a shadow behind him. “Bring Dante,” he ordered.“No! Wait!” Lily blurted out, stepping in front of him.She raised her hands in desperation.“Please don't, It was my fault. He didn’t do anything wrong.”Dmitri ignored her, his gaze never wavering from Gabrielle, who nodded once and stepped out of the room.Lily’s legs felt like jelly as she moved to block Dmitri’s path.Her face finally met hers. What a confident little girl.“I’ll take the punishment! Whatever you want, just don’t involve him. He’s innocent.”