**WARNING' The following chapters contain scenes of a violent nature!**
Amy waits for Michael to give her the all-clear before she could enter her home. Today had been emotionally draining for her. All she needed right now was a hot bath and her bed. Striding straight towards her room, she runs herself a hot bath and collects her bath towel and robe. She was still ignoring Dimitri’s calls and had not kept true to their every 2-hour promise. Her husband had a lot of explaining to do if she had misread the signs. Giving an exasperated sigh and sliding under the water, she put him out of her mind and closed her eyes.
Insistent knocking could be heard on the bathroom door a few moments later and Amy shot out from under the water. “Yes?” she shouts, annoyance clear in her voice. “Apologies, ma’am,” It was Michael, “But I have Mr Baranov on the line, and he would very much like to speak with you.” He finished i
Amy smells something and wakes up. The Enforcer was glaring at her as if she disgusted him. “You better have a different answer when I return.” He spat out and pulled her up, only to throw her against the wall. She whimpers and curls into a ball, holding her abdomen. The baby would never survive the torture. If that were merely the beginning, she would lose her little bean. Tears stream down her face when she came to this conclusion. Her firstborn, dead because she opted to anger her husband by going out with Antonio. This was all her fault.The room floods with light again and she inched closer to the wall. She peered up slightly and noticed that this was not the Enforcer, but a woman. The woman got down on her haunches and Amy turned her head away from her.“Amy, look at me.” The person commanded in a hoarse voice, which oddly sounded familiar. As she turns her head, a flicker of something registers in her mind. But this familiar face looked d
Six mob leaders from all over Russia entered the Baranov Mansion in Moscow. Coupled with their personal security and the whores he had to provide them with, the tension could be cut with a knife. Dimitri scans the room in disgust and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. These were the individuals he had to persuade he could lead. His father stripped them of all their titles during his reign, and they had taken it back slowly. All while Viktor Baranov decided to take over a city that was Famiglia territory. “Ah, the young Pakhan of New York.” Came the voice of Goran Abramov, Pakhan of St. Petersburg. He had never seen eye to eye with Viktor, and Dimitri knew he was dying to take his place. Dimitri scoffs at him, “I may be young, but we both know I have slain more, Goran.” He says, then turns to walk away.He did not want to anger anyone here tonight. So before things escalated, he cleared his throat and called for everyone’s attention. &
8:40 am - Dimitri got out of his car on the Moscow Airport runway when his phone rang. It was Alexei. Before he could greet his soldier, the latter spoke. “Boss! It is Mrs. Baranova; she has been taken!” he cries out, clearly disturbed. Dimitri stood up, not comprehending what Alexei had just told him. “Alexei, slow down. What do you mean by my wife has been taken?” He asks and he could hear Michael asking Alexei for the phone. “Boss, it’s Michael. We were not even 5 minutes behind Mrs. Baranova. When we arrived at the Opera House, she was missing, and they left her car open. There was blood splatter on her passenger side window. Whoever took her had left a note.” Michael answers him calmy and Dimitri felt the blood leave his face as he heard the bodyguard speak. Someone had not only taken his wife but hurt her as well. “What does the note say?” he urges.“’lo scacco matto,’ it means Checkmate in
3 hours in and still no word. They were waiting on the border of Olivewood and No-mans-land. Dimitri lit up another cigarette and steps out of the Maybach, growing more frustrated by the minute. He knew these types of extractions took time, he only managed to get his mother out 3 days after she was kidnapped. But Amaranthe did not have that kind of time. She was being tortured, had a weak heart, and a child in her womb. That was if the child was still alive. His wife was tough, she knew how to defend herself. This was why her getting taken surprised him so. Was she distracted that morning? Had she given up? He stopped questioning Amaranthe’s motives and raked his fingers through his hair, annoyed at the silence. The Maybach door opens, “Sir,” Michael calls to him and holds out his phone. “Russo is on the line.”Dimitri drops his cigarette and takes the phone from him. “Russo, please tell me you have her.” He urges, the desperation in
“This is preposterous! The Bratva are not allowed in No-man’s-land!” Luciano Russo exclaimed as he brought his fist down on the table. Dimitri gave him a stern look. “That was to keep the peace. I think The Red Witch and her puppets have done more than just break the truce. It is shattered.” Dimitri answered flatly, to which Luciano sat down, pondering what Dimitri had just said. His eyes moved to the older brother, who was nodding. “I agree. Mia broke the decree set up so many years ago the minute she brought Amy onto Marino land. Dimitri has a right to retribution. Blood for blood.” Antonio Russo spoke up. Dimitri looked at the man who was once his love rival. He expected Antonio to try and stop him, not agree with him.“Thank you. It has been decided then. My men and I attack tonight.” He says and gets up. Cocking his head to Lev and Boris, they exit Antonio’s mansion. It was only him, Lev, and Boris. Alexei and M
AmarantheHer eyelids felt heavy.Amaranthe opens her eyes to a dimly lit room. “Where am I?” She thinks, her mind muddled and vision blurred. As she attempts to focus her eyes and move, she felt her arms pinned down. Her memories start to resurface. To her horror, the scent of blood hit her and she realized that she was still in the basement. With the Enforcer holding her down so he could make her dirty - destroying her last bit of dignity. “NO!” she struggles to scream out, but he stifled it. “LET ME GO!!” She cries however no words come to the surface. Her body screamed out in agony while trying to get away from him. Then she felt the tears roll down her cheeks and her heart plummeted; her rescue had merely been an elaborate escape mechanism.“Amaranthe!”Why did that sound like Dimitri? Was she losing her mind again? “us
AmarantheThe private jet touched down in New York. Amaranthe looks over at her husband and sighed. She could not wallow in self-pity anymore. “You are a strong Baranov woman, self-pity does not suit you, my love. Hold your head up high.” He says as he picks her up and settles her into her wheelchair. She peers up at him and nods, “I know.” He did not understand, and she was thinking he never would. No one in their right mind could get tortured then just acclimate to their daily lives as if it never happened. She knew even Lizabeta struggled and yet The Outfit never tortured her. How was she going to get through this? Would Dimitri eventually tire of her and her needs?When they got off the plane, she spotted the Bentayga and smiled. She missed this car and its comforts. Alexei opens the car door for them and gave her a remorseful look. He was still feeling guilty because they captured her while in his care. Even though
DimitriDimitri stares at his screen, contemplating his next move. The Irish back home were retaliating after he took out their Moscow section 6 months ago. His Brigadier in Russia was handling it as much as he could, but he knew they would go over to Russia soon. Truth be told, he hated New York, Moscow was his home. New York had no pull for him, but his infamy here had been growing even without Viktor Baranov to lead.He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head. Move to Moscow or continue in New York?“Lyubov’ moya?” Came the voice of Amaranthe as she knocked on his study door. He smiled at her singsong voice and told her to enter. She opens the door with a smile on her face, and Dimitri’s wind gets knocked from him again. Her beauty was unparalleled, even if she only saw herself as ordinary or plain. That she had grasped his mother tongue meant more to him than he would ever show.