Novel & Cerita A Coffin For Dimitrius

"Please. You're his right hand. His friend. You know him. Just—look me in the eyes and tell me that's him in there. Tell me you're sure." Dimitri's face crumpled. Just for a second. Then he schooled it back to granite. But I saw it. That flicker of doubt. "You're not sure," I whispered. "You're not completely sure either." "The dental records—" "Could be wrong. Could be tampered with. Could be—" I stopped. Heard how I sounded. Desperate. Delusional. "I just need to see." Marcus put his hand on my shoulder. "They're taking him to Oceanview Cemetery after this. There's a private burial for family only. You can see him there. Before they—before they lower the casket."

I mobilized my men, bringing them to what should have been Dimitri's final resting point, but I wasn't having any of that. They dug fast and ruthlessly, their shovels quickly hitting the wooden cover of the coffin in minutes. "Be careful!" I hissed as the sound travelled quick. I looked around and luckily not a single soul was in sight. "Open it up!" They did and there he was, just waiting patiently for me to take him away. They carried him out, some grimacing as his cold body touched their hands. Soon enough, he was nestled in the the transporter. My eyes were locked on him the entire way.

We weren’t doomed! ***AFTER A WEEK*** Location: Damascus, Syria He passed away seven bloody days ago. It had been seven brutal days since sanity had deserted me, replaced by a primordial, all-consuming hatred that drove my every action. Finding a method to revive Dimitri had turned into a singular fixation of mine, an unrelenting quest that had no boundaries. I have been traveling across the entire continent for the past couple days. In an attempt to revive Dimitri, I followed each lead I could discover. I’ve been unable to accept the cards that Fate handed us ever since that day. I had to figure out how to beat death and revive him because I knew it was possible. I allowed his body to rest

The group descended the narrow, stone-carved steps with extreme caution, their tactical lights illuminating the damp walls as the air grew progressively colder, freezing their breath into white plumes. The staircase eventually gave way to a massive, reinforced underground concrete vault bunker. Placed directly in the center of the subterranean chamber were dozens of heavy wooden shipping crates, each one meticulously branded with the original, double-headed wolf of the Dimitri family crest. Matteo quickly drew his combat knife, leveraging the blade to pry the rusted iron nails from the nearest crate. The lid popped off with a sharp crack, but his confident smile vanished the moment he looked

She held the blonde in her arms, patting her back in soothing strokes. Dimitri told himself that his job was done. That he had brought the woman to where needed to be and now he could leave her in his boss’s care. She wouldn’t be alone anymore. Anastasia would take care of her. He could leave without looking back. And that was exactly what he did. Dimitri went around the coffin and stood beside his boss, listening to the service with half an ear while scanning the church for anything suspicious. But his eyes kept going back to the woman, her crying was loud and uncontrollable. And she looked like an angel even with tears streaming down her face.

It was the same now as it had been the night they brought him down the mountain, the dirt still loose, as though I might walk the gorge tomorrow and find him on his knees in it with his sleeves pushed up. We had buried what we could put together. That was the part that stayed. Not the burial. The sorting. The men who climbed the eastern slope came back down with him in pieces, and we laid the pieces out on a table in the lower hall and stood over them trying to decide which were his and which belonged to the four who had ridden out at his side and not come back whole either. I had vetted those four myself. I had broken them and built them and set them at my brother's back because there were

And that changed everything. As Paolo cursed and weaved through traffic, a thought pulsed in my head like an ancient curse I never wanted to face. Dimitri Antonov. The name echoed like thunder in my skull. I never told anyone about him. Because Dimitri Antonov is dead — or so everyone believes. But I know he’s not. I turned sharply to Paolo. “You remember Dimitri Antonov?” He frowned. “The Russian mobster? Died in an airstrike in Ukraine. That was like ten years ago.”

I make my way back towards the bed and reach my phone at the bedside, I’m scrolling my contacts to call Dmitri and ask him about the funereal. “Hey, is everything fine?” I whisper through the phone. “Yes, he’s just about to in his grave” Dmitri says with a slight of grief in his voice. “Thank God! I’m sorry I won’t be able to be with you right now. But we’ll meet in Belgium after” I say. “It’s okay, I understand…” He says. “Do you know who did this to him?” I ask. “Our people still looking at it, but I know that was Egor” He says.

Igor came forward when he saw Dimitrios not stopping even after killing Dan and smashing his dead on the floor. "Clean it up." Dimitrios rose from the surface where he was crouched down to smash Dan and walked towards the exit. Igor immediately informed his men to get rid of Dan's body. Getting into the car the first thing Dimitrios ordered the chauffeur was to take him to one of his clubs. Once he reached he gulped down almost a bottle of whiskey and kept drinking till 12 at the night. Igor watched him carefully but couldn't decipher what made him so upset. Dan's betrayal wasn't that big but Dimitrios seemed to vent out someone else's anger too.

I replied as we found a spot to pack the car. "We could have brought along others. Maybe three or four" "We're here for a burial ceremony not a war, Stefan. Chill!" I instructed. "You know one thing Fabi found out earlier, It's the fact that the boys that died were not actually Igor's favorite and best kids. He knew that the club belonged to Dimitri and his boys would definitely misbehave out there. If anyone asked me, I'll say he had a plan in the first place" "Bait Dimitri with the lives of his sons"