A Coffin For Dimitrius Novels & Stories

“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

"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.

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

Dimitri is still in pain from the burn on his foot with lucifers stamp; he can barely walk as Larry throws him over his shoulder and carries him out. “Put your feet in ice, and it will smooth the burning. You are lucky you made it out of here alive.” Handing him a thousand dollars, “tidy up and get yourself some decent clothes.” Dimitri never had that much money; he is so happy about how much money he got. He completely forgets about his friends who were killed. “Larry,” says Lucifer, “tomorrow we eliminating the fucker who killed your daughter.” “But Boss, we do not know where he is.”

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.

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"