The doctor discharged Amy a day later. She had one broken rib, a few bruised ones, and a sprained wrist. No vital organs were damaged in the fall. Anya’s pregnancy was also revealed to an overjoyed Sergei, but she was put on bed rest and told not to overexert herself. Lizabeta was nowhere to be found. Viktor had torn the country house down to look for his wife, and they concluded that Lizabeta had been taken by The Outfit as revenge.
They arrived at the penthouse and Amy could not help but conceive this as home. She looked up at Dimitri and smiled; he had admitted that he was in love with her. Wrapping her arms around her husband, she sighed. They stayed in comfortable silence as they retreated into their bedroom, with Amy stealing casual glances at her husband. He was the calm Dimitri she loved, but there was something hidden behind his smile. “You need rest, moye solntse.” He murmured as he kissed her cheek and carried her over to the bed, tucking
DimitriDimitri plays with his Karambit knife with a look of resignation on his face. He never thought Amaranthe would feel this way about him, and so intensely. But alas, he needed to push his wife out of his thoughts in order to fulfill this mission. Sergei spots the look in his eyes and nods, “I know. Duty calls for retribution.” He says with understanding and Dimitri nods.Duty calls for retribution. The Outfit would regret the day they decided to take on the Baranov Bratva. Snapping into his Brigadier role, he starts barking orders, “Sergei you and your five soldiers will hit their underboss in Lincoln Park. Leave no survivors.” Sergei nods as Dimitri explains the plan further. They would not go in guns blazing, this would be carefully planned on the way into Chicago. Dominik left trails after dealing with The Outfit’s Capo, even how to overthrow the bastard. Seems like his uncle was planning to take them down after b
AmyAmy stretched her arm out and feels the vacant spot beside her. Was last night all in her head? She feels the dull ache in her nether regions and knew it could not have been a dream. Then where was Dimitri? She lifted the covers off her body and her eyes fell on the crimson stains on Dimitri’s side of the bed. She knew he needed a doctor, but he would refuse to go.She put on her nightgown and headed downstairs to get some breakfast. As she reached the bottom, she was about to round the corner to Dimitri’s study when she heard his voice emanating inside. He sounded furious as he cursed in Russian. Taking a wary step back, she heads over to the coffeemaker and poured herself a cup of the already brewed coffee. Amy did not know what to expect from her husband when he would step out of his study. Would he be the silent Brigadier who had just come back from war? Or would he be her kind Dimitri who called her his sunshine? She was terrified
8 pm and Amy drags herself into the penthouse elevator. Today had been her first day at the Philharmonic and it was amazing. She enjoyed being surrounded by people who loved music as much as she did, and she left feeling full and inspired but also exhausted.The elevator arrived at the penthouse and Amy stepped into darkness. “What the hell?” she exclaimed as she walked out but Alexei pulled her back, “Stay behind,” he hissed to her and she complied. With her eyes adjusting to the dark, she noticed a body laying on the floor in the kitchen. Stifling a scream, she pulled Alexei’s arm before he could walk away and nudged towards the body. He nods and starts retreating backward. “I need to take you back to the car,” he said to her and she gripped him tighter when suddenly she got pulled out of the elevator, a hand covered her mouth as her scream was muffled. The body did not feel familiar at all, and she felt a knife against her throat,
AmyShe feels Dimitri stir next to her, then gets out of bed. Tossing and turning all night, Amy had not been able to sleep at all after they were intimate, but he fell asleep almost immediately as if his dreams did not bother him.She watched him as he walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and stared at nothing, running his fingers through his long hair as if he was deep in thought. His long hair would probably need to be trimmed soon as it reached past his shoulder blades. He turned around to look at her ‘sleeping’ frame, then headed to his walk-in. She got out of bed and walked over to him, his back was facing her while he put on his jockeys and black suit pants. Walking towards him, she slipped her arms around his waist, laying her head on his back.“Did I wake you?” he asks quietly, and she lightly shakes her head. “I couldn’t sleep,” She inhaled his Armani scent again and held him closer to h
DimitriHe opens the Bentayga door for Amaranthe. It has been three months since Viktor stepped down as Pakhan of New York, and with everything being silent, Dimitri started getting restless. They were sending his parents off at the airport today, Viktor Baranov had been faithful to his word about leaving New York for his homeland. He and Amaranthe would move into the country home by next week and Sergei has taken control of more than half of Chicago. An accomplishment he entrusted his Brigadier would be more than competent to execute. “Mama, don’t be sad! Dimitri and I will visit!” His wife held his mother in her arms as the older woman was inconsolable.Viktor walked over to him and put an arm on his shoulder, “I am proud of you. You made those in Chicago tremble at the Baranov name, I leave the legacy to you.” He says and Dimitri returns the gesture. Viktor has become softer in his old age, and Dimitri wondered how it w
Amy“Dimitri, stop fussing, I’m fine!” Amy shouts at her husband for tucking her blankets in around her again. She had caught the flu from a fellow musician and had been in bed all week. “Are you taking your antibiotic as prescribed? You have not gotten better at all. I should get that doctor fired.” He muttered under his breath and Amy shook her head. “Dimitri!” she croaks out, and he frowned at her. “I may fuss over my wife. Especially when the medication her doctor administered does not work!” He says firmly as he gets up and reaches for his phone. “I’ll call the doctor.”Amy jumps out of bed and immediately regretted it. She saw spots of white and stumbled forward. Dimitri rushes over to her and caught her, holding her against his bare chest. “You are still weak and need to eat, moye solntse. Even if you are not hungry.” He says as he lays her down and she
As soon as they touched down in Venice, Michael and Alexei led their charge out to the waiting Maybach. Dimitri Baranov had influence everywhere. Amy realized this when she set eyes on the luxury car. She would tutor for about 4 weeks in various cities, not 2 weeks as she had originally thought. Dimitri had been livid when she told him.Their first destination was Venice’s Conservatorio di Musica Benedetto Marcello di Venezia. Then Milan’s Conservatorio di Milano in her second week. Florence’s Conservatorio Luigi Cherubini would follow and would ultimately conclude in Palermo for Olivewood’s School of Music. She would do her lessons in the Opera House there.She made Olivewood her last stop because she knew Dimitri would want to accompany her. The trouble in Russia was intensifying, and Viktor needed his help. Her husband could be ruthless when he put on his Pakhan persona. She had encountered this when she saw him on
Amy breathes in the freshly brewed coffee smell of Arianna’s and beams. This was her home, the home she came to love. She glances over at the servers and noticed she did not recognize them at all. She frowns as she wanders over to the counter and asks one server for Arianna. They said she would be out shortly. She skims the diner and her eyes settled on a familiar family, although the little girl was not so little anymore. Isabella Ricci saw her first, suddenly her eyes lit up. “AMY!” she exclaimed and dashed over to her, arms outstretched. Amy wrapped her in a big hug. “Bella!” Eve ran after her daughter, but then made eye contact with Amy and her expression softened. “Amy-Lou,” Eve sighed and joined in the hug. “I missed you guys,” Amy murmured in Italian. The language had come back to her as if she never stopped speaking it.“Amy?” she hears Arianna’s soft voice behind her, and she turns, setting Isabe