All Chapters of Blood And Betrayal : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dimitri's POV I stood by the window, staring out into the rain-soaked darkness, waiting.My men had been searching for six hours. Six hours since Alexei took her. The door to my office burst open. Ivan and three other guards entered with their heads bowed. Their faces told me everything before they even spoke."Well?" My voice was cold. "Where is she?""Sir, we… we could not find any trace," Ivan said carefully. "We checked all of Alexei's known properties, his apartment, his clubs, his warehouses. We found nothing. It is like they vanished.""Vanished?" I repeated slowly. "People do not just vanish, Ivan. Not in Moscow. Not in our world.""We checked the traffic cameras, sir. We tracked his car leaving the estate, but then…" Ivan swallowed hard, his voice started trembling. "They switched vehicles multiple times. We lost the trail near the industrial district."My hand tightened around the glass of vodka I was holding and it shattered. Blood mixed with alcohol, dripped on the floor

CHAPTER FOURTEEN DimitriI sat in my office, staring at the clock on the wall.Twenty-two hours had passed.Twenty-two hours since I gave the council their ultimatum.The bottle of vodka on my desk was almost empty. I did not remember drinking most of it. My hands shook as I poured another glass.The room smelled like smoke. Cigarette butts overflowed from the ashtray. I lit another one, watching the smoke curl towards the ceiling.The door opened and one of my guards entered cautiously."Sir, we still have not found any trace of…" his voice trembled.I threw the glass at him. It shattered against the wall next to his head. Vodka dripped down the expensive wallpaper."Get out," I said quietly."Sir, I just…""GET OUT!"He ran.I stood up, swaying slightly. How much had I drunk? It did not matter. Nothing mattered except getting her back.Another guard appeared in the doorway, fear visible in his eyes. "Sir, Mikhail Reznikov requests your presence for lunch. He has invited several Pa

CHAPTER SIXTEEN Dimitri's POV "There is no other way," I said, my voice low and broken.There was silence at the other side of the door.I pressed my palm flat against the wood. "Mikhail. Please. Do not do this to me.""I am sorry, Dimitri," Mikhail said. "But my mind is made up. You will stay locked in until morning. Until you are thinking clearly.""I am thinking clearly!" I slammed my fist against the door. "Clearer than I have ever thought in my life. She is everything to me. Everything! And you are keeping me from her!""For your own good," Mikhail repeated.Something inside me snapped.I stepped back from the door. My hand went to the gun in my belt and I pulled it out slowly."Mikhail," I said quietly. "Open the door.""No.""Open the door," I repeated. "Or I will shoot myself."He was silent for a while. "You are only bluffing.""Am I?" I raised the gun and pressed it against my temple. "You think I am bluffing? You think I care about living in a world where she is gone? Whe

 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN  Dimitri's POV  "Alexei?" I whispered. The figure stepped closer into the light. And I saw the face.  It wasn't Alexei. It was Mikhail. His face was grim and tired. He looked like he had aged ten years overnight. "It is just me," he said quietly. Relief and rage warred inside me. "Untie me," I demanded. "NOW!" "I cannot do that," Mikhail said. He pulled a chair over and sat down beside the bed. "Not yet." "Mikhail, I swear to God…" "You will what?" He interrupted.  "Threaten to kill yourself again? Try to start a war that will get everyone killed? Destroy everything we have built?" "I do not care about what we built!" I roared. "I care a

CHAPTER TWENTY  Dimitri's POV   I did not know how many days had passed.    Time stopped meaning anything.    I pulled against the ropes again. My wrists were raw and bleeding. The blood had dried and crusted around the rope. But I did not care about the pain anymore.    "LET ME OUT!" I screamed into the empty room. "MIKHAIL! LET ME OUT!"    There was no answer.    I let my head fall back against the pillow. My throat was raw from screaming, my voice was hoarse and cracked.    Foods sat on the floor near my bed, untouched. From yesterday, and since two days.