A Coffin For Dimitrius Novels & Stories

Initially, Father had instructed them to follow from a distance and explicitly ordered them not to show their faces to avoid scaring me and my foster siblings. But upon hearing the commotion, they rushed in to take control of the situation. "Tell me! Where is my daughter!" Father demanded, raising his gun coldly. Raymond, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, turned pale with fright. Trembling all over, he pointed toward the basement. "The... the basement..." Rushing into the basement, my parents finally saw me, locked inside a coffin and dressed up like a zombie. Mom's tears spilled over instantly. Father furiously drew his weapon and after two loud bangs, the coffin lid finally slid o

If you need stability during this time, you know how to reach me. I clenched my jaw. Dimitri noticed. “Do you want me to take your phone for now?” “Please,” I whispered, handing it to him. He took it gently. “I’ll keep it on silent.” The funeral day arrived faster than I expected. I dressed slowly, feeling like each button I fastened drained me more. Dimitri knocked on my door. “It’s time.” I nodded and followed him out. When we arrived at the cemetery, I saw more people than I expected. Many business partners from the Dykstra company. Some were family friends. A few neighbors.

"Yes, it is true. That's the reason why I'm here, I need your help to get her back. She sent me a message a couple of months ago. I found a note in my pocket with her handwriting and it read; Save me, Dimitri, dark witches and Zander's help. Plz, Zoe. Dimitri took out the piece of paper and handed it to Zander. "You're right this is her handwriting, but how, you told me you buried her in your family's crypt." "Yes, I did. But days after you left someone came and took the body. "Wait, hold up. Zander, why was your sister buried in Dimitri's family crypt?" Hazel was confused. Zander and all the other wolves tensed. Dimitri was silent and well calculated. "Because she is my mate, love," Dimitri

Dimitri's POV I picked up the frame that sat on my desk; it had three photos in it. The first was of my mother and father on their wedding day, Alexi and Nina Koslov. The second was of my father’s second in command's four sons Adrian, Luka, Nikoli and Mishka. Adrian was the same age as me at 28, and when I took over from my father as the next Don of the Russian Mafia US contingent, Adrian would become my second. His younger brother Luka, who was 24 would be one of my enforcers, and the twins Nikoli and Mishka, both 22, would take over as a couple of my underbosses. The final Picture was when I was 11, sitting on my knee was the prettiest little girl wearing a blue pinafore dress and a white

She asked for this. "It wasn't Seneca... Your beast did quite a number on her… But she sort of killed your beast. Your body was dying so...so Rebecca took the life of your father's beast to save your beast. I tried to stop her so she had me paralysed," Dimitri added on. "I was dead." I stated. It was a difficult statement to believe. I mean I couldn't really remember much. I felt like I had just gone to sleep honestly. Besides my body feeling weak, I was pretty normal.

"Why do you care if I die? You could just find another con artist." "Because I invested time in you already. I don't like wasting investments." I returned to my desk. "Besides, you signed a contract. You dying would be a breach of contract." "How inconsiderate of me." I bit back a smile. The kid had spirit, I'd give him that. "Dimitri, show him the wardrobe." Dimitri led Elon to the attached dressing room. I heard his sharp intake of breath when he saw the clothes laid out. "This is all for me?"

Dimitri shook it, a gesture between brothers, between men who'd stood side by side through impossible situations. "Come back," Mike said quietly. "I will," Dimitri said. They both knew it was a promise that might not be keepable. But they said it anyway, because that's what brothers did. *** The hallway was quiet. Dimitri walked toward the private elevator that would take him down to the parking garage, already thinking about Eve, already mentally preparing himself to be someone other than a man preparing for a covert operation. His phone rang. The caller ID showed an encrypted number, but Dimitri recognized the pattern immediately.

— All right, kill him then, I think I will supplement this show. Then I began to remove the large coat that was hiding the thin fabric underneath, by that time several cabin doors had already been opened and many passengers were watching the whole drama, when I dropped the coat to the floor several men whistled and clapped, this as expected attracted the attention of the commander, suddenly he released Dimitri who fell with a bang on the floor and was stricken with a fit of coughing, with his hands on his throat.

“Adios.” Dimitri threw his cellphone down on his desk. Anya would have to be cremated privately to prevent a bloodbath at the cemetery. He knew in order to keep his family safe, keep the peace and reestablish peace, he would have to hand his best friend over to the Cartel. He walked to the window and poured himself a neat bourbon, then sighed. This was the world of a Russian Pakhan.

She nodded. He and Xavier stood and walked forward together. She watched them move down the aisle side by side, not speaking, not looking at each other, and yet something about the image made her chest tighten. Two brothers who wouldn't call each other that, standing at the coffin of a man they had both known. ****************************** Dimitri stopped in front of Konstantin and was still for a long moment. A once active and Vibrant man was lying lifeless , he sighed heavily. "Rest well, brother," he said. Quiet enough Then he turned and walked back, and just as he reached her his phone vibrated. He looked at the screen and his jaw tightened slightly. He typed a brief reply and pocketed