Novel & Cerita A Coffin For Dimitrius

We were on a bench. “It’s time” Dimitri says softly, a tear drops from my eyes as I realize it wasn’t a dream my mother had really died in my arms and was about to be buried. I give a small nod wiping my eyes, getting off the bench with the assistance of Dimitri. She was placed in a black coffin. They had changed her into a white gown and cleaned off the blood from her. She looked so pale and thin my hands balls to a fist by my side they’ll pay they’ll all pay.

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

My eyes stung at the corners, so I pulled down my shades over my eyes, picked up Dimitri's lunch and headed out. Carlos greeted me and opened the car door. He was pretty much my driver now and guarded me like an angel, but not even he could save me from the demon that took over my dreams and turned them into nightmares and then those nightmares into my life. Every moment towards the office felt a torture and every breath forced. Of all the sins I had committed in my life, this was the worst. This was murdering a part of my soul. A prime part. I went over those pictures in the morning. Apparently, Dimitri got hold of a field, containing high grade uranium that was worth billions, and Montero

He hopped out of the car not caring about how he parked and sprinted into the house. “What the fuck is going on here!” Dmitri yelled as he looked at the crowd of people dressed formally for an occasion. They looked like they were very much ready to carry out the mafia burial tradition in their black outfits down to even kids. “His body is not yet cold and you already started the burial?” Dmitri walked to the center of the crowd and scanned each and every face. “Who did this? Who had the audacity to plan this? Who fucking killed him!” Dmitri yelled crazed by the things unfolding in front of him.

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.

“I’ve waited years for Salve to be the straight one in a rumor.” Dimitri stands, stretching. “Relax. People see what fits their story. Marriage, baby, heir. They’re not looking for nuance.” At the door, he pauses. “Just… next time the doctor comes, maybe have Salve fake a cough or something. Keeps the legend alive.” Quan snorts. “Get out.” Dimitri grins. “Love you too, cousin.” He leaves, the room lighter than it was before.

"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.