Dimitri Belikov Novels & Stories

Her look turned dreamy, "Well, not personally, but that can be rectified, she sighed. "Dimitri is the youngest vor v zakone there has ever been and the most dangerous too. He took power from his uncle when he was just twenty years old, and he is feared by everyone in Russia." Bree continued as we all made our way to the living room. "I have only seen him in pictures; he is the most handsome man ever," she shot Aaron a look. No offense to you, Aaron, but we are talking about Dimitri here." Aaron just looked bored.

A seductress who always knew where the exits were. Emilia was… something else entirely. There was a kind of purity in her confusion, a soft strength behind her stares. When she looked at him, it wasn’t manipulation — it was like she was trying to understand him. That unnerved him more than any weapon ever had. He lit a cigarette with a flick of his wrist, the ember flaring in the wind. Dimitri Volkov. That name had sent something sharp down his spine when he first heard it from the file. And when it came through her voice, barely a whisper, picked up by the bug he’d left behind the painting in her Prague bedroom, it had almost made his blood run cold.

"Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is." Everyone's attention falls on my mate as Nick signals for her to carry on while my gut twists and already I have absolutely no doubt that whatever she's about to tell us next will result in me ending that prick's life. "His name is Talon Beckham. He's one of the leaders of the... pack, and unfortantly, he is my mate." Yeah, he's going to die!

And that was not something that I had to end, that is, of course, if we were to keep our reign up. “We are going to have to control them, Cosimo. They keep growing stronger, and if this proceeds, then they won’t only target Italy.” Mikhail, one of my Russian partners stated. Though human, the man was stronger than his kind. It was his recessive gene that took over in his case. He couldn’t shift despite being the son of two wolves. A shame for his bloodline. “As if you need to tell me what I already know.” I stated bluntly. The man shook his head at me, and I raised an eyebrow. “You doubt my word.”

“ If you don’t mind me saying this, I think we have waited long enough. It’s best if we talked about what brought us here so we could handle more important matters. “ Viktor said. He was the head of the security detail to make sure all the ranks and Nikolai remained protected. “ More important issues? “ I asked while cocking my eyebrow at him. “ Yes. The war with the Russians, for example. “ He replied. I laughed, eliciting dirty looks from the ranks. “ Is there something funny with what he said? “Vincenzo asked. Everywhere there was disrespect towards me, Vincenzo had to be involved. “ As a matter of fact, there is. How do you expect to fight the Russians if you have battles in the family?

"Dimitri Drakor." The only surviving member of the other Russian Imperial house of dragon shifters. The one dragon who had come closer than anyone else to killing Rurik. Oh God

Confused, I lift my head and say, “King’s..” Ben nods and replies, “Yes, wasn't one of them your Master?” “No, I don't know any King’s”, I reply, and Ben pulls away from me so he can look at me as he says, “Then who was your Master baby?” I take a deep breath before I say, “Dimitri Lebedev.” Ben holds onto my face to stop me from turning my face from his as he says, “Fuck baby, The Dimitri Lebedev, as in the leader of the Russian mafia?”

Then he looked back at Marcus Grey. "Dimitri Volkov," Marcus Grey said. That smile came onto his face, wide and genuine in the way that very dangerous people were sometimes genuinely amused. He spread his arms slightly. "I always underestimate you. Every single time." He shook his head. "Welcome." "Keep that," Dimitri said. "I did not come here for pleasantries." He tilted his head toward the commissioner without looking at him directly. "I see you have already found yourself some help with the local errands."

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Nikolai barked. His Beta appeared from the crowd, that instant. Oh fuck! “She’s coming with us,” Nikolai said. “Restrain her.” “You can’t do this!” I cried. “This is neutral territory! You have no authority here!” “I have authority over what’s mine,” he said coldly. “And you are mine.” “It’s not your child!” I screamed, desperate. “I was with someone else after I left!” He went still, squinting his eyes, intensifying his gaze on me. Then he leaned closer. “You’ll prove it. In my court. In front of witnesses. And when everyone sees you lied, when they see you tried to steal my heir, you’ll face the consequences.”